Mysterious Resurrection: Starting with Controlling Sadako

Chapter 306 The Cage I Built Myself

The fact that the Dark Ghost Domain was able to break in just now was the result of Wang Liang's deliberate indulgence.

The reason for not quickly dealing with the missionaries was twofold: firstly, to assess the king's current strength.

Furthermore, since we're already here, and the missionaries have provided such a wonderful secluded environment, let's see if any other kings will come.

A dense, hazy gray-white ghostly domain, along with a thick fog, engulfed the area where the wooden door was located.

The surrounding fog, coupled with the spatial distortions within the ghost realm, prevented the missionary and the other king from immediately pinpointing the location of the exit.

The missionary's face darkened, and he snapped, "Idiot! Why did you come in alone?! Where are the others?"

As darkness receded, a tall, unshaven foreigner wearing a cowboy hat stood in the room.

Its pitch-black eyes had no pupils, but a hint of green light shone from the depths of its eyes, like will-o'-the-wisps from hell, eerie and sinister.

Even though the Ghost Realm was instantly cut off and the entrances and exits were blocked, he was surprised, but he still had a smile on his face and exuded an extremely dangerous aura.

"What's there to be afraid of? Even if you can't defeat them all by yourself, once I come in, there will be two kings fighting against us at the same time. If we can't win, we can at least hold on. What do I have to be afraid of?"

Simon said casually, his gaze fixed on Wang Liang in front of him, his smile becoming even more chilling.

"Oh? Wang Liang, I didn't expect it was you who attacked the missionaries. You just fought with Ye Zhen, and now you're causing trouble for the King again, alone. You're really asking for death."

Similarly, Lin Luomei was automatically ignored by Simon.

"Idiot, this guy isn't that simple. Where are the others?"

The missionary looked grim; his plan was either for him to escape.

Either the eerie atmosphere of the room would be revealed, alerting the kings who were gathering there, so they could join forces to seal it off and break in, instead of what is happening now.

"Enough, just how afraid are you of him?"

Simon frowned and added a sentence after finishing his sentence.

“My Ghost Domain is fast; it sensed the problem first and arrived. The painter and the others are behind; it won’t be long.”

Upon hearing this, the missionary's expression relaxed slightly.

But then Wang Liang stood up, clapped his hands with a smile.

"Very good, two are good too, we can close the net now."

A thin mist swirled between Wang Liang and the two kings, and a well appeared out of nowhere.

Furthermore, with the appearance of the well, the floor tiles in the nearby rooms quickly turned into muddy soil in all directions.

The soil was damp and loose, causing the ground where the well was located to collapse, creating a bottomless black hole from which wisps of mist rose, making it look like an even larger well.

The surrounding soil also fell down along the sunken black hole, causing the ground to collapse rapidly and making the black hole in the middle of the room continue to expand.

Wang Liang and Lin Luomei disappeared from the spot, leaving behind only two puddles of muddy water.

The pale walls around them had been replaced by a circular wall of blue bricks, and the air became even more humid.

The black hole formed by the well in the middle continues to expand, squeezing the positions where the two kings stand.

"Ghost well?"

Simon's expression changed slightly as he sensed the anomaly in the space. He quickly called out to the missionary:

"This feels wrong! Dissolve this room immediately! We're being transported to an unknown location!"

The missionary replied with a grim expression:

"If I could just disappear, would I need you? I would have run away long ago. This room was stolen from the hotel, not my own supernatural power. Once it was used, it was locked in this space. I can only control the entrance and exit. If the landlord were here, he might be able to control the entire room to disappear!"

"Damn it! What a piece of trashy supernatural stuff."

Simon pulled out an old double-barreled shotgun, its surface bearing the marks of time and radiating an ominous, chilling aura.

He raised his hand and fired a shot at the blue brick wall behind him.

boom!
Without a spark, a cold, dark shadow was shot out with ghostly speed and crashed into the wall.

But only a few shallow cracks appeared on the blue brick wall, from which wisps of muddy water and mist seeped out, washing away the dark shadows clinging to the wall. The shadows wriggled on the ground, breaking free from strips of black cloth, gradually revealing a strange humanoid outline.

However, the resurrected vengeful spirit was covered with strands of murky water flowing from the wall, making a hissing, corrosive sound, and its body gradually sank into the soil and disappeared.

"This is troublesome." Simon's expression turned serious.

"Ha, now you realize you're in trouble? Why didn't you realize it when you barged in so recklessly?" the missionary sneered.

"Is there any point in arguing now?!"

This delay caused the ground to collapse completely, and the two experienced weightlessness, falling into an unknown depth of black hole.

The ghost realm's ability to float was useless at this moment, because they were not actually falling, but rather the entire space was shifting.

The two kings landed quickly, stepping onto unfamiliar, muddy land.

It was dark all around, and the air smelled damp and musty.

An invisible pressure permeated the environment, subtly suppressing the supernatural, causing both kings to change color.

On the rooftop of a building near the bar, a down-on-his-luck painter, who looks like a vagrant, is painting an oil painting on a blank sheet of paper.

The painting is predominantly earthy in color, with a fantastical room in the center, corresponding to the real underground.

The oil painting was nearing completion, but suddenly, the painter's brush stopped.

The painter put away his brushes, stood up to tidy up his painting tools, and looked ready to leave.

Behind the painter stood several eerie and sinister figures, each exuding a chilling and terrifying aura.

At the very front stood a man in his fifties, leaning on a black cane, his feet leaving a dense trail of footprints. He frowned and asked the painter:

"What happened?"

After packing up his painting tools, the painter slowly said, "There's no one left in the room."

The manor owner's face darkened: "Two kings disappeared there, and we don't even know who our enemies are. Now you're telling me there's no one inside?"

The painter calmly said, "That's the truth. It was a haunting of the hotel. The missionaries stole it and left it there. It's not easy to paint."

His methods have always been crude; he only steals and uses things, never truly controlling them. Now it seems he's only built himself an excellent cage.

"waste."

The manor owner cursed, but it was unclear who he was cursing. Too lazy to say anything more, he vanished from the spot in a flash.

Behind them, a foreign man in a suit and top hat chuckled coldly and said sarcastically:
"It seems we need to find a new decision-maker."

The haunted place at the bottom of the well

Wang Liang appeared before the only passage in this underground starting point, and Lin Luomei was thrown into a certain place deep inside by him.

Upon seeing Wang Liang appear, the missionary spoke in a somber tone:

"Wang Liang, do you think you've got us cornered?"

Wang Liang glanced at him suspiciously, said nothing more, and immediately began to attack, using lethal force.

Freddy's severely burned figure flashed past Wang Liang and swept towards the missionary.

The missionary's expression changed, and he flipped through the old book in his hand, as several ghostly phantoms appeared around him.

But this did not stop Freddy's attack.

The missionary stood behind the ghostly phantom, when suddenly his mind went blank and his eyes closed uncontrollably.

After he closed his eyes, his expression was ferocious, as if he had encountered something terrifying in his dream. His body trembled slightly, and his muscles were stiff and tense.

Pfft,

The missionary's clothes were torn open on his arm, revealing a gash that cut half of his arm open, splattering blood.

The chase in the dream continues.

(End of this chapter)