Mysterious Resurrection: Starting with Controlling Sadako

Chapter 304 You Still Can't Do It (Fifth Update)

This method is not simple; it is even more bizarre than the supernatural attacks of ordinary ghost tamers.

But the missionary's face remained expressionless; he was too familiar with this kind of thing to feel any sense of accomplishment.

Just as he was about to unleash the curse on the next tape, countless voices rang in his ears, like the calls of vengeful ghosts.

[Missionaries, missionaries organized by the King, come out!]

For a moment, the missionary's eyes glazed over, and he instinctively turned his body in a certain direction in the room.

But just as he was about to take a step, his eyes suddenly cleared. Such an attack could not control a top-notch ghost tamer like him for less than a second.

But this caused a hint of surprise and anger to appear in the missionary's eyes.

'Someone is using the power of a vengeful ghost to find me, and they even managed to find my way here?!'

Before he could think any further, an even more terrifying gray ghost domain, accompanied by a faint mist, instantly enveloped the entire room.

【found it! 】

Lin Luomei suddenly turned her head to look at Wang Liang, and a surprised female voice came from the megaphone in her hand.

"Where?" Wang Liang immediately looked over and asked in a deep voice.

[Six kilometers away, at a place called Dive Bar, more than fifty meters underground, the missionary is in a room that doesn't exist in reality.]

"Heh, it's underground." Wang Liang sneered.

He only gave a cursory glance at the underground area, but didn't reach the 50-meter mark. After all, even if there was a basement, who would bother to build it more than 50 meters underground?

Swish.

The ghostly aura enveloped Wang Liang and Lin Luomei, instantly rushing towards the location Lin Luomei had indicated.

Upon arriving at the bar, Wang Liang's ghostly aura spread downwards, and sure enough, he discovered something strange.

It doesn't exist in reality; it's like a haunted place, yet not quite. It's a mix of reality and illusion, more like a special space formed by some kind of supernatural force, with a faint, ethereal feeling that could dissipate at any moment.

Wang Liang used Sadako's Ghost Domain to directly invade the room and discovered the missionary standing in the center of the room, looking both shocked and angry.

Everything around was fading, but not noticeably. Only a few simply placed sofas and tables and chairs faded. Apart from that, the floor and walls of the room remained unchanged, only a little fainter than before, and you could even vaguely see the soil.

A thin mist, like smoke from a cigar, drifted through the room, creating an eerie and hazy atmosphere.

On the sofa, Wang Liang's figure appeared out of thin air, as if he had always been sitting there, with Lin Luomei standing behind him.

The missionary did not panic at the sudden appearance of two more people in the room and the fading mist around them.

The initial shock and anger in his eyes vanished at this moment. He squinted and sized up Wang Liang, who was sitting on the sofa. As for Lin Luomei, who was looking at him with slight timidity behind him, she was completely ignored.

"Finally found you, missionary." Wang Liang's tone carried a strange smile, with a hint of anticipation.

The missionary frowned slightly, not speaking immediately. After glancing at them for a few moments, he said in fluent Chinese in a deep voice:
"Wang Liang? You're actually here."

"Surprised? Then it seems my approach was correct. If you're surprised, imagine what the other kings must be like."

Wang Liang chuckled, his tone as natural as if he were talking to an old friend he hadn't seen in years.

The missionary shook his head, sat down on the sofa opposite Wang Liang, and calmly began to speak, as if conversing with an old friend:

"You didn't come here just to see me, did you? I heard before I came here that Ye Zhen challenged you to a duel, and you didn't go?"

“It won’t take long to deal with him. Rather than dealing with the unexpected situation, I’d rather come to you. You have something I need,” Wang Liang said.

The missionary's pupils contracted slightly. He had never dealt with Ye Zhen before, but someone who could be called the number one in Asia was certainly no ordinary person.

Is it true that it won't be long before he realizes this is a lie or not?

However, the missionary remained outwardly calm and asked, "Oh? I wonder what the renowned Mr. Wang Liang, who can solve S-level paranormal cases, wants from me?"

As he spoke, he secretly released his ghostly domain, attempting to break the blockade here.

However, the gray ghost domain enveloping the room was extremely strong, making it difficult for him to even release his own ghost domain, let alone invade it. "Yi, you should know that those people you planted in the Eastern Kingdom have caused me some unnecessary trouble. It's not difficult, but it's annoying. I have to settle the score with you for that."

The missionary laughed in anger: "Heh, you destroyed a club I was supporting, and you probably destroyed the company in Dachang City as well. I haven't even settled accounts with you yet, and you've come looking for me. Don't you think I'm a bit too disrespectful?"

"more or less."

Wang Liang sat up straight, crossed his arms, and spoke in a flat tone. The smile that had struck the missionary as odd was gone, but it made the missionary frown.

"As for the second one, I really like the ghost on you and would like to borrow it."

These words immediately shattered the fragile calm.

After his attempt to use the Ghost Domain to counter-invade failed, the missionary's face turned cold. He stood up and opened the old books in his hands.

He knew he couldn't escape; the other party was hostile and would definitely have to fight back.

"If you want my ghost, don't be too arrogant, Wang Liang. I noticed you a long time ago, but I didn't expect you to grow so fast. A top-notch ghost tamer suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Many kings in the King Organization are interested in you, especially since you took something you shouldn't have taken back then."

Wang Liang remained seated on the sofa, his curiosity piqued at that moment.

"Oh? You took something you shouldn't have? Let me think... your tape certainly doesn't count. What value could mass-produced stuff have? Hmm, so it must be that ghost bowl from the Yong Sheng Club? Whose king is that? I'll go talk to him."

"Don't try to trick me into talking. You'll find out if you survive." The missionary sneered, emanating a chilling aura that instilled fear in Lin Luomei.

Wang Liang shook his head: "Forget it, it doesn't matter. Alright, go to hell."

As soon as he finished speaking, the missionary's pupils contracted, and he felt a strange attack being released on him—it was an eye!
Wang Liang's attack was extremely swift, launched without any warning, leaving the missionary both shocked and furious. He felt something wriggling and probing inside his eyes.

He frantically flipped through the old book he was holding, then suddenly stopped on one page.

There was a picture on that page, depicting the missionary himself.

next moment.

The strange movement in the missionary's eyes disappeared, but instead, the picture on the page in the book suddenly started moving.

In the painting, his eyes suddenly burst open, and two ferocious arms burst out of his eye sockets, stretching out in the picture.

This is somewhat like Ye Zhen's substitution, but the price is much higher. At this moment, the missionary underwent a noticeable and eerie change. His consciousness seemed to have disappeared in part, and he became increasingly indifferent. His aura was also exceptionally cold, turning him from a living person into something more like a vengeful ghost.

"I am the king. Don't underestimate me, Wang Liang. You can't get rid of me," the missionary said coldly.

At the same time, he flipped through the book in his hand again, revealing a blank page, on which Wang Liang's image began to rapidly appear.

Wang Liang felt a suppression on his body. To call it suppression wasn't quite accurate; he felt as if his supernatural abilities were being forcibly stripped away by the books in the missionary's hands.

But Wang Liang remained seated, amusement in his eyes.

The page in the missionary's book that was displaying Wang Liang's image suddenly stopped, and the lines of the figures in the image ceased to increase.

Moreover, the originally yellowed and dull paper suddenly became covered with patches of scarlet spots, and the portrait figures inside suddenly moved, eerily reaching out a hand beyond the page.

"what!"

The missionary was just startled when a bloodstained arm suddenly shot out from the book in his hand and shoved it into his face.

"Damn it, get out of here!"

The missionary's mouth opened wide as if torn apart, and a strange, eerie sound, like that of a dead thing, came from deep within his throat, like the wailing of a vengeful ghost, like a sound echoing in hell, sending chills down one's spine.

As soon as the sound was uttered, the arm that was gripping the missionary's face from the book suddenly crumbled into ashes, along with the blood-stained paper containing Wang Liang's portrait.

Having escaped the attack, the missionary staggered back two steps, his face grim, with a corrosive handprint now visible on his cheek.

However, he did not use books to transfer his injuries, as this level of injury was not enough to waste an opportunity for an alternative restart.

After a brief exchange, the missionary was already considering retreating. His greatest supernatural ability had been countered by Wang Liang, and when he used it, it was only to attack himself.

Continuing the fight would be a losing proposition. The man who can solve S-level paranormal events is indeed not so easy to deal with. We must escape from here and bring more kings with us to fight him.

(End of this chapter)