Mysterious Resurrection: Starting with Controlling Sadako

Chapter 331 Memorial Tablet
Guo Fan was suddenly attacked by the vengeful ghost, and he stumbled.

The arm inside the golden bottle retracted and slammed the bottle's opening onto his face.

The pale arm hidden inside the bottle carried a terrifying force that prevented his face from escaping, as if it were trying to pull his entire body into the mouth of the bottle, which was no bigger than the palm of his hand.

"what!!"

Guo Fan's skin and flesh were torn open, and his facial bones were crushed bit by bit by the bottle, which was then stuffed into the bottle.

The intense pain made him scream in agony, and he tried to use his ghostly powers to fight back.

To his horror, he discovered that the vengeful spirit inside his body seemed to be suppressed and drawn away by the ghostly hand in the bottle; the ghostly hand was actually trying to grab the spirit inside him!

"Guo Fan!" Shen Liang shouted in shock and anger, but he took a step back, after all, he was just an ordinary person.

Zhao Jianguo's expression also changed, and he quickly stepped back, looking at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian simply frowned and stood there, a thoughtful look in his eyes, without making a move immediately.

The other ghost tamers were shocked, but then they realized the reason: Guo Fan did not use his ghostly abilities to resist, not because he did not want to, but because he could not; the ghost within him was suppressed in an instant.

"This thing is not simple. If we continue, Guo Fan will die. We must save him first," Zhong Shan hurriedly shouted.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Chen Yi rushed forward with a cold face. Although he disliked Guo Fan, this was his territory and he couldn't let anything happen here.

Guo Fan cannot die, otherwise three ghosts will appear here all at once.

Chen Yi, his hand covered in lividity, grabbed the bottle directly onto Guo Fan's face. He also raised his other hand, trying to pry open the stiff fingers digging into Guo Fan's face, showing no hesitation in making direct contact with the vengeful ghost.

"Damn it, this bottle is made of gold and it's blocking my abilities. Whose abilities can directly invade Guo Fan's body? Come and help me!"

Zhong Shan, who was about to help, stopped in his tracks, his expression stiffening. His ability to kill ghosts was only effective on ghosts; if it were used on a person, that person would definitely die.

The other ghost tamers who came with Shen Liang and Zhao Jianguo were of average ability, and like Zhong Shan, they couldn't directly attack people.

“Yang Jian.” Zhao Jianguo looked at Yang Jian, his eyes pleading.

Yang Jian nodded, his face expressionless, and prepared to walk over.

But just then, a gray and cold world suddenly enveloped us without warning.

The area was extremely large; looking left and right, it seemed to have no boundaries. The entire airport area was shrouded in a light mist.

All around him, except for the parts of a few ghost tamers' bodies, the shadow beneath Yang Jian's feet, and the golden bottle.

Everything else faded in an instant, as if it had been crammed into a giant portrait.

Yang Jian stopped in his tracks, abruptly turned his head to look in one direction, his body tensed up but then relaxed again, his eyebrows slightly raised and a smile appeared on his face.

"Here he comes."

Swish.

Before the others could react to the sudden change in color, a tall, cold, and terrifying figure appeared beside Guo Fan and Chen Yi.

The gruesome, gaping female corpse stretched out its large hand and grabbed Guo Fan's neck.

Chen Yi's pupils contracted when the cleavage-faced female corpse appeared less than a step away from him.

The chilling, dangerous atmosphere made him quickly let go and take a few steps back; he felt a strong threat emanating from this vengeful ghost.

But before he could completely back away, the slit-mouthed female corpse mysteriously disappeared again.

The five stiff, ghostly fingers gripping Guo Fan's face suddenly retracted back into the bottle, as if they had been burned.

The golden bottle then detached from Guo Fan's face and rolled to the ground with a clatter. Guo Fan's body collapsed; although he had escaped the attack of the vengeful ghost, he seemed to have lost consciousness at this moment.

His facial bones were shattered, and he was covered in blood. Even one of his eyeballs had been ripped out by the hand that had just grabbed him, making him look particularly ferocious.

Strangely, despite his bloodied and mangled face, Guo Fan's mouth inexplicably turned upwards, revealing an unsettling smile even in his unconscious state.

"Wang Liang has arrived."

One of the ghost tamers nearby said something, which also woke up the others who hadn't yet realized what was happening.

Sensing something, they both looked in the same direction.

On the empty airport runway, a man in a black overcoat appeared calmly, hands in his pockets, and walked towards them.

A black dot could be faintly seen in the sky behind us; it was another plane flying towards the airport.

With a single step, the man who was originally hundreds of meters away from them suddenly appeared in front of them, standing next to the unconscious Guo Fan.

Some ordinary staff members, and even a few ghost tamers, subconsciously took a step back, looking at the man who had suddenly appeared with awe.

"Teacher Wong."

Yang Jian naturally stepped forward and greeted him with a smile. Zhao Jianguo also breathed a sigh of relief and came out from behind.

Anyone with eyes could see that Wang Liang's arrival meant the matter was resolved.

"Ah."

Wang Liang nodded to Yang Jian, and the gray-white ghostly domain surrounding the airport vanished instantly, as if nothing had ever happened.

He looked down at the unconscious Guo Fan at his feet. The Slit-Mouthed Woman had already possessed Guo Fan's body and had gained insight into everything inside him.

Through the layer of skin, Wang Liang could see that inside Guo Fan's stomach was an old wooden memorial tablet with a black and white portrait inlaid on it.

The person in the portrait was blurry, somewhat resembling Guo Fan, but also somewhat like another stranger, a mixture that gave off a slightly eerie feeling.

'A spirit tablet.'

Wang Liang narrowed his eyes, recalling the vision of his future death that he had seen in a paranormal projector in Japan.

In the future, he will lie in a large red coffin, as if he had died peacefully of old age, with a wooden memorial tablet in his hand on his chest.

There are many styles of memorial tablets, but the one in the prophetic image is almost identical to the one in Guo Fan's belly, so it is highly likely that they are the same one.

"Wang Liang, thank you so much for saving Guo Fan. Otherwise, things would have been much worse."

Just as Wang Liang was recalling the details of the death scene and confirming whether it was the same as the spirit tablet inside Guo Fan's body, a person pushed aside several ghost controllers and squeezed in from behind.

He forced a smile, his eyes darting anxiously back and forth between himself and Guo Fan, who lay on the ground, his life hanging in the balance.

Wang Liang looked up at the sound: "Who are you?"

"Oh, sorry, let me introduce myself. I am Shen Liang. Like Zhao Jianguo, I am the captain in charge of the Ghost Tamer's contact at headquarters. Guo Fan is one of my subordinates."

Shen Liang quickly gave an introduction.

"Is Guo Fan... dead?" Zhong Shan walked over and asked with a frown.

Guo Fan looked truly miserable at that moment, lying motionless on the ground, his face a bloody mess, and you could vaguely see the crushed skull underneath.

Despite this, he stubbornly forced a strange smile.

(End of this chapter)