Mysterious Resurrection: Starting with Controlling Sadako

Chapter 301 Confidence (Two Updates)
However, Cao Yanhua still felt a heavy weight on his mind, unable to let go of the fact that Wang Liang's strength made him tremble with fear, and he hesitated.

But at that moment, Wang Xiaoming stood up from a seat near the conference table and calmly said:

"It seems like everything's alright. I still have experiments to do, so I'll be leaving now."

He had very dark circles under his eyes, and it was hard to tell how long it had been since he had a proper rest.

Ever since his younger brother Wang Xiaoqiang was beaten up by Yang Jian and Wang Liang, he has secluded himself in experiments.

If it weren't for the fact that the confrontation between Ye Zhen and Wang Liang, two of the world's top ghost tamers, was such a big deal, he wouldn't have been dragged into it.

Li Jun looked at Wang Xiaoming with a hint of heartache in his eyes, and stood up as well, preparing to leave with Professor Wang.

Wang Xiaoming stopped at the door, thought for a moment, then turned back to Cao Yanhua and said:

"Wang Liang is a sensible person, so there's no need to worry."

In response to Professor Wang's words, Cao Yanhua said in a deep voice, "Professor Wang, don't worry, I just wanted to have a better understanding of the situation."

Wang Xiaoming nodded, said nothing more, and left the meeting room.

After typing a few words on the computer, a staff member's expression changed slightly, and he said, "Minister, South Korea has privately sent us a condemnation, demanding that we compensate them for their losses."

Wang Liang and Ye Zhen engaged in a fierce confrontation in their city, resulting in over four thousand deaths and injuries according to preliminary estimates, and causing significant public outcry. They are demanding an explanation from us.

Hearing this, Cao Yanhua's face, which had just calmed down, darkened again: "What nonsense! Tell them to go find Ye Zhen? It was all Ye Zhen's fault, what does it have to do with us? Those two don't dare to go to him, they came here instead! And you just send them back like that!"

"Uh, yes."

While the headquarters was holding a meeting after the battle, another meeting was also taking place in another location in Dajing City.

On the top floor of the Ping An Building, a civilian ghost-taming organization, people from my WeChat Moments gathered to discuss the matter.

Since their WeChat Moments have become somewhat reliant on the headquarters and have established a deep partnership with them, their reach has extended to many corners that are difficult for ordinary people to access.

This includes the ability to use special permissions to mobilize a satellite at this time to monitor the confrontation between Wang Liang and Ye Zhen.

The confrontation ended, and the two protagonists left one after the other. The image projected onto the screen showed only a street littered with corpses.

The dozen or so people sitting on either side of the conference table were mostly ghost tamers, the elite of their social circle, but at this moment they were all silent, and no one spoke.

Even Fang Shiming, who was in the head seat, had a gloomy face. He crossed his hands and rested his chin on them, staring at the monitor screen without moving, his eyes deep and unfathomable, as if he were thinking about something.

The phone vibrated, and Li Yao, who was standing behind Fang Shiming, looked somewhat pale.

Since joining the circle of friends in recent months, this was the first time she had witnessed a confrontation between two top ghost tamers, which greatly impacted her worldview as an ordinary person.

Human life is as worthless as grass. In the aftermath of their confrontation, ordinary people on that street, and even in that district, died as easily as grass.

If she had happened to be nearby, she probably wouldn't even know how she died; she would have just rotted away in one place, infested with maggots.

The so-called high-ranking official positions, generous salaries, power, and status are insignificant in the face of such power, causing her pride to crack in countless ways at that moment.

But the vibration of her phone startled Li Yao from her daze. She took out her phone and looked at it. Her tall figure bent over, and her voice trembled slightly.

"Mr. Fang, the task I just arranged has been completed. Ye Zhen's picture has been promoted by my subordinates and has sparked heated discussions on the forum. It's currently the most popular picture." Fang Shiming's face was gloomy. This was indeed the task he had arranged.

The moment he captured that image surprised and delighted him. He immediately instructed Li Yao to promote it and embarrass Ye Zhen.

But now that the confrontation between Ye Zhen and Wang Liang has ended, he no longer has much on the subject; all he feels is a heavy heart.

Ye Zhen lost too badly.

And what about him, who was nearly resurrected by Ye Zhen after being beaten so badly by Ye Zhen!
Fang Shiming glanced at the people on both sides of the conference table with a gloomy expression. Some people had fear in their eyes, some were deep in thought, and some were secretly watching him, observing his attitude.

"The meeting is adjourned. Everyone go back to your own business." Fang Shiming stood up.

"President Fang, should we change our previous strategy towards Wang Liang?" He Tianxiong asked hesitantly.

"Everything is as usual, there's nothing to worry about," Fang Shiming said somberly before striding out of the conference room.

After leaving the top floor, Fang Shiming went to a secluded office in the Ping An Building.

The completely enclosed office was dimly lit, with no extravagant furnishings, just a table, a desk lamp, and a chair.

After Fang Shiming came in, he locked the door, sat down in a chair, turned on the desk lamp, and the dim light illuminated his gloomy face.

The room was very well soundproofed, making it exceptionally quiet.

Fang Shiming sat motionless at the table for an unknown period of time before finally taking a box out of his clothes.

It is slightly larger than a regular mobile phone and has a striking gold color, clearly made of gold.

Fang Shiming opened the box, and the office immediately became somewhat cold and damp, filled with a faint stench of decay, as if something had rotted away.

The desk lamp flickered erratically, but the intermittent light illuminated the contents of the box in Fang Shiming's hand.

It was an old pair of scissors, styled after the Republic of China era. It was unclear how long it had been buried in the mud. The surface of the scissors was covered with indelible black stains, resembling mud, dried blood, or something even more eerie.

The most bizarre thing was that the handle of the scissors was wrapped with dense black hair, some of which was even attached to a piece of scalp that couldn't be removed, which was one of the sources of the putrid smell.

The devil scissors!

Fang Shiming frowned as he stared at the strange, supernatural object. All he had to do was use this thing to cut out a photo with a person's name written on it.

Then, relying on a terrifying curse stored in the scissors, one could easily cut open that person's true form from an infinite distance, regardless of strength, leaving the other party unaware of how they died.

This thing was Fang Shiming's biggest source of confidence when he said everything was normal in the meeting room.

Ye Zhen, that indestructible cockroach, is not afraid of the ghost scissors, but Wang Liang, no matter how terrifying he is, is no match for even the main body of the resurrected vengeful ghost that is being dealt with in the basement.

However, as long as he doesn't possess the mindless ability to resurrect like Ye Zhen, Fang Shiming believes that Wang Liang poses less of a threat to him than Ye Zhen does.

All he needs to do is take out Wang Liang's photo, cut him with a pair of scissors, and Wang Liang's head will fall off.

(End of this chapter)