Mysterious Resurrection: Starting with Controlling Sadako

Chapter 305 The Bait Has Been Taken
"Excellent, this is the ghost, I want it!"

Wang Liang grinned, and the tall, sinister figure of the Slit-Mouthed Woman suddenly appeared in front of the missionary in the ghost realm.

The gaping mouth, splitting open to the base of the ears, was slightly open, revealing bloody gums and sharp teeth.

The missionary could faintly smell the cold, foul odor emanating from that gaping mouth.

The missionary's expression immediately changed; they were too close.

He forcefully pushed the ghost domain back, attempting to increase the distance between himself and the fierce-looking ghost.

His ghost realm couldn't compete with Wang Liang's, but it was still a king's ghost realm, which could barely create a small space for movement in this gray-shrouded room.

But the missionary was shocked to find that he could not move within the ghost realm and was forcibly held in place, as if his body was bound by invisible chains, making him unable to move.

Click, click.

The slit-mouthed woman's huge mouth opened and closed mechanically, the gaping mouth stretching to her ears making it look even more terrifying, as if it could swallow half of the missionary's body in one gulp.

Am I beautiful?

A piercing sound mixed with eerie laughter emanated from the depths of the slit-mouthed woman's gaping mouth, as if another ghost were hiding deep within her throat, shouting out in a bizarre manner.

Upon hearing this, the missionary couldn't help but curl his lips into a smile.

And a fatal attack suddenly befell the missionary, instantly turning his face ashen.

The corners of his mouth, which had been barely upturned, were suddenly torn apart uncontrollably, quickly ripping down to his ears. His cheeks were ripped open, and blood splattered everywhere.

Snapped.

The wooden table beside it had long since decayed in the supernatural battles, but the several cursed cassette tapes that had fallen to the ground suddenly shattered at that moment.

A chilling aura emanated from the fragments of the cassette tape, summoning the outlines of five terrifying ghostly figures that gradually became clearer.

Three of them rammed into the Slit-Mouthed Woman, who was preparing to make her next move, while the other two attacked Wang Liang on the sofa.

The missionary flipped through the book in his hand again, stopping at another page that contained a portrait of the missionary.

In the yellowed paper, the missionary's mouth was completely torn apart, his face was numb and ashen, and his flesh was rapidly rotting, transferring all the attacks in reality.

The injuries on the missionary's body were thus reversed as if time had reversed, and even the invisible chains that had been holding him in place disappeared.

However, the cost of evading attacks was becoming unbearable for the missionaries.

The missionary broke free of control and instantly teleported to the edge of the ghost realm.

His face looked terrible; he had been forced to use his alternative reboot ability twice in a row after only a short time fighting.

The missionary's aura grew increasingly cold, and most importantly, the numbness in his eyes became more pronounced and irreversible.

Consciousness was corrupted by the vengeful ghost, and the cold figure stood there, looking more like a vengeful ghost than a human.

During this time, the two ghostly phantoms that attacked Wang Liang were suddenly engulfed by a thick fog as they approached.

The fog dissipated, and the vengeful ghost had vanished.

The other three ghostly phantoms crashed into the Slit-Mouthed Woman, causing her movements to freeze for a moment, but they were unable to further shake that tall and sinister figure.

Instead, the Slit-Mouthed Woman raised her hands, grabbed one of them with each hand, and suppressed them until they dissipated.

The last half-girl ghost's phantom crawled on the Slit-Mouthed Woman's body, leaving handprints in its wake that caused the ghost clothes on the Slit-Mouthed Woman's body to shrink and rot.

However, the slit-mouthed woman's previous tearing motion towards the missionary suddenly shifted to bite the girl ghost. The gaping maw closed, biting off most of the girl ghost's body, dismembering her phantom on the spot.

The slit-mouthed woman raised her gray pupils, which had shrunk to pinpoints, and stared at the missionary who had retreated to the corner of the room, while chewing with her closed mouth.

The two hideous cracks on his cheeks wriggled like worms as he chewed, oozing streaks of foul-smelling, black blood, which gradually faded and disappeared.

"To be chosen as the leader by the King's Organization, you must have some survival skills, but how many more times can you use such methods?"

Wang Liang remained leisurely seated on the sofa, lightly tapping his thigh with his fingers, calmly assessing the power gap between himself and the king, while also waiting for something.

The missionary did not reply; his face was cold and numb, severely lacking in emotion, and he had no intention of responding to Wang Liang's words.

Having withstood an attack and gained a brief respite, the missionary immediately resumed flipping through the old book in his hands, stopping at a single page.

The page that appeared contained an extremely faint outline of a room, with only a few simple lines remaining.

However, in the picture, a wooden door on one side of the room is exceptionally complete in this piece of paper, with full lines, just like a real object.

A chilling aura emanated from the paper, and the wooden door depicted on it gradually faded and disappeared.

Instead, a wooden door appeared out of nowhere on the wall behind the missionary.

This was stolen from a room in a strange hotel, including the door.

"Do you think my Ghost Domain Blockade is just for show?" Wang Liang said jokingly.

The missionary was less than half a step from the wooden door, but when he reached out, he could not touch it.

The distance between the two was rapidly increased, and the entire room seemed to expand several times over at that moment.

The victor in the battle of the ghost realms holds absolute advantage here.

The missionary's ghostly aura was also encroaching, but it was suppressed and did not extend beyond its immediate vicinity.

His figure flashed rapidly through the room, but he could only watch helplessly as the wooden door receded further and further away from him.

The missionary stopped, turned his head, and a cold smile appeared on his stiff, numb face.

"So what if we can't get out? I've already achieved my goal. You were too careless, Wang Liang. Your biggest mistake was not being able to crush me with one move."

After this door appeared, the sealed-off supernatural space could no longer completely seal off all its energy.

The aura emanating from two top-tier demon tamers during their battle was enough to attract the attention of others of similar skill level.

Unfortunately, I'm not the only king coming to this city today.

After all, such a major event as your open declaration of war against Ye Zhen is something we can't possibly not gather to discuss."

As if in response to the missionary's words, the wooden door that had appeared was suddenly smashed open from the outside by a strange force.

A dark, ghostly aura, as deep as the night, surged into the room, immediately occupying a small area near the wooden door.

A pair of bright green eyes gleamed in the darkness, standing out vividly.

"Don't let anyone in!" the missionary shouted.

"As expected, someone took the bait. Did you really think my Ghost Realm was so easy to enter? I've been waiting for you all this time." Wang Liang snapped his fingers.

The darkness that had just entered the room was instantly cut off by the gray and white that surged up from all around, forcing it to give way to the area where the wooden door was located.

(End of this chapter)