Mysterious Resurrection: Starting with Controlling Sadako

Chapter 318 The Question of Time
Wang Liang knew the place the person in the painting avoided like the plague through the rough man's memories.

After the other party unexpectedly came here once in the past, they became wary and stopped coming near.

After doing this, Wang Liang decisively retreated the way he came and left this dangerous place.

Perhaps because he hadn't gone deep enough, Wang Liang wasn't attacked and retreated back to the fork in the road.

This time he took the path on the right; he still had two things to do deep inside the world of oil painting.

After walking for a while, a new fork in the road appeared.

The fork in the road didn't lead far. Looking into the distance, Wang Liang could see a strange figure standing in that small area.

That was also an oil painting, depicting a vengeful ghost imprisoned within, but it wasn't Wang Liang's target.

He continued along the main road until he reached the end, where he came to a European-style villa without windows.

Without hesitation, I pushed the door open and went in.

The spacious, monotonous hall was completely empty of furniture, but there was another door directly opposite.

Push open the door and you'll find a winding path behind it.

This is the world in oil paintings, a series of oil paintings pieced together.

If Wang Liang hadn't obtained the rough man's memories, getting to where he wanted to go from here wouldn't have been so easy; he could easily have gotten lost.

Wang Liang followed a certain route along the path, passed several forks, and then turned onto a path that was noticeably narrower.

In the distance, a building is faintly visible in the dim light, with lights flickering.

As Wang Liang approached, the lights became increasingly bright—colorful neon lights.

A tall building from the Republican era appears at the end of the alley.

This is the ghost post office in the oil painting, and also the place where most of the people in the painting gather, including the post office manager, Zhang Xianguang, who is pretending to be one of the people in the painting!
The lights were on in the ghost post office, and there were figures moving around inside.

After Wang Liang arrived, he stood not far from the post office and did not go any closer. He just quietly looked at the ghost post office for a while.

Then a grayish-white aura emanated from his body, causing the surrounding area to fade, and a hazy mist appeared around him, but quickly dissipated.

After it dissipated, an old well appeared in front of the post office.

The wellhead was dark and deep, leading into the unseen darkness, with an eerie gurgling sound of flowing water coming from its depths.

Faintly, one could hear the soft sound of fingernails scraping moss coming from deep within.

Behind every paranormal phenomenon lies an ominous sign.

Wang Liang took another deep look at the ghost post office not far away, and could sense a hidden gaze watching him from behind the post office door.

But he had already turned and left without looking back.

He didn't go directly to find Zhang Xianguang because it was pointless. He didn't have a direct conflict with Zhang Xianguang yet, and he knew about Zhang Xianguang's affairs.

Moreover, Zhang Xianguang's post office management body is not so easy to control. Taking action now would only tear off the mask and allow Zhang Xianguang to secretly cause him trouble.

Whether his being dragged into the ghost post office was a coincidence or deliberately arranged, it doesn't matter.

Here, a ghost well stands in front of the ghost post office depicted in the oil painting; this is his response.

It serves as both a warning and surveillance; he can take action from here at any time if something goes wrong.

After Wang Liang's figure disappeared into the distance, a middle-aged man who looked to be in his early thirties stood quietly in the shadows behind the post office door, subtly peering outside.

The man's hair was neatly combed and his clothes were clean, but his style of dress was out of step with modern times; it was at least a style from decades ago.

After Wang Liang disappeared, the man shifted his gaze to the well not far from the post office. Then he frowned slightly, because after he looked over there, whether by chance or because he was noticed, something happened.

At that moment, the head of a female ghost with black hair covering her face emerged from the well.

Muddy water dripped down the sticky black hair, giving off an indescribable eeriness.

Just by looking at it, the middle-aged man felt his eyes become dry and stinging, knowing that he might be tainted by some kind of curse.

Not simple.

The middle-aged man felt a slight tremor in his heart and immediately withdrew his gaze to avoid being entangled by the curse. Just then, a voice came from the depths of the hall.

"Zhang Xianguang, this game of chess is not over yet."

Deep inside the hall, a man who looked very young, whose appearance was seven or eight parts similar to Yang Jian, but whose calm demeanor concealed a hidden sharpness, sat behind a chessboard.

The middle-aged man standing at the gate withdrew his gaze, walked back, and sat down opposite the chessboard.

He looked at the chessboard, picked up a black piece, and placed it in a certain position.

Yang Xiao picked up a white piece, pondered the board's layout, and placed it down, casually asking:

"Why did you get up? You're not the type of person who gets distracted while playing chess."

"An interesting young man has arrived."

Zhang Xianguang responded without changing his expression, without making any other excuses, because he knew that ordinary excuses would not fool the man in front of him.

“Oh? No living person has come in here for a long time. Do you think that person can leave a portrait here through the Ghost Post Office?” Yang Xiaodao asked.

Zhang Xianguang pondered his next move, staring at the chessboard, seemingly feeling that something was amiss, and only after a long while did he place his piece.

"It's a matter of time."

After leaving the ghost post office in the oil painting, Wang Liang walked further and further away along an unfamiliar side road.

He wanted to find those dye vats in the world of oil painting that could depict 60% of the power of vengeful ghosts, which were most likely also the origin of all oil paintings and the people in them.

That thing, once you know how to use it, will be very useful in a critical moment, so naturally he wants to get his hands on it.

But the rough man had no memory of where that dye vat was; the world of oil painting was too vast, and he had never been there.

Moreover, in the original storyline, when Yang Jian, Zhang Xianguang, and Yang Xiao went to find the missing Sun Rui, Zhang Xianguang said that he had never seen this place before and that it did not exist before.

Although Zhang Xianguang was definitely faking it, Yang Xiao, who also understood the world of oil painting, genuinely didn't know about this place.

Therefore, Wang Liang suspected that the place might be hidden in normal times, preventing the spirits of the dead from entering.

Only managers or living people can enter. Wang Liang is more inclined to believe that the post office manager controls that place, namely Zhang Xianguang.

After all, it involved the secrets of the post office and the origin of the oil painting.

Sending Yang Jian and Sun Rui there might be an attempt to use the dye vat to get rid of them.

Most demon tamers cannot unleash even 60% of their true power and will be killed by the replicas created by the dye.

If this conjecture is true, then whether or not they can find the dye vat depends on whether Zhang Xianguang allows that place to appear before him.

It depends on whether Zhang Xianguang wants to try to kill him with those dye vats.

Wang Liang actually hoped that Zhang Xianguang would make the move, so that the dye vat would be his. As for whether it would affect the operation of the post office, that was none of his concern.

With all the vengeful spirits he controlled in a frozen state, he was already able to unleash their full power, and his clones couldn't kill him.

(End of this chapter)