Mysterious Resurrection: Starting with Controlling Sadako

Chapter 364 The Curse on the Scissors
In a suite on the 7th floor of the Ping An Hotel.

The city outside the floor-to-ceiling windows had turned into a night view, but Wang Liang had been sitting quietly here ever since he returned to the hotel, staring at a certain direction without moving his gaze.

Until some point, Wang Liang's eyes flickered, looking in another direction in the city.

"They actually chose Yang Jian first. Music Box, quick reaction."

Wang Liang twisted his neck, which hadn't been used for a long time, making a chilling creaking sound.

He stood up from his chair, took a step forward, and the next second, he appeared on the street shrouded in red light.

At his feet lay Yang Jian's headless corpse, which was trembling eerily.

"Hey, Yang Jian? Why aren't you saying anything?"

Liu Xiaoyu looked at the phone, which had suddenly gone silent, hesitated for a moment, and then forcibly turned on the camera on Yang Jian's satellite phone, bringing up the footage from Yang Jian's location.

"what!"

Liu Xiaoyu screamed in terror, her face turning pale instantly as she stared in disbelief at the screen on the computer.

The image on the screen was completely red, taken from a low angle with the phone lying on the ground.

In the video, a headless corpse lies on the ground, surrounded by a large pool of blood. Its head has rolled to the side, and the split back of its head is facing the direction of the satellite phone, making it impossible to see the face.

But the clothes on the body and the shape of the corpse still confirmed Liu Xiaoyu that the headless corpse was Yang Jian.

"Yang Jian, dead, dead? How could that be?"

Liu Xiaoyu's voice trembled, and tears streamed uncontrollably down her face.

But at that moment, a man in a black overcoat suddenly appeared beside Yang Jian's corpse, his face cold.

Liu Xiaoyu recognized the person: Wang Liang, Yang Jian's teacher, whom she had chatted with on the phone a few times before.

On the screen, Wang Liang seemed to notice the satellite phone on the ground and turned his head to look at it.

The screen suddenly changed in the next second, Wang Liang's face was magnified, and the satellite phone seemed to have instantly appeared in Wang Liang's hands.

"Connect me to Cao Yanhua, immediately."

A cold voice came through Liu Xiaoyu's earpiece. Liu Xiaoyu was still sobbing, but her hand trembled as she pressed an emergency paging button on the table.

The call was transferred, and Cao Yanhua's steady voice came through the phone.

"what's up?"

But it wasn't Liu Xiaoyu who responded; it was Wang Liang.

"I am Wang Liang. Yang Jian's head was cut off by WeChat Moments. He went to Liu Xiaoyu to check the surveillance footage. I'm going to destroy the entire WeChat Moments. That's it."

beep~
Wang Liang's cold voice rang in Cao Yanhua's ears, followed by the dial tone of the phone being hung up.

"What! Yang Jian is dead?! Hey, wait a minute, Wang Liang, hey, damn it!"

During the meeting, Cao Yanhua suddenly stood up from his chair, his face extremely ugly, even somewhat ferocious.

"Minister Cao, what happened? Yang Jian, is he dead?" A ghost tamer swallowed hard, thinking he had misheard, and asked uncertainly.

Since the ghost messenger incident, they have held nearly ten meetings of varying sizes here.

Most people were arranged to rest, and those remaining at this small meeting were the intelligent staff members and a few capable ghost tamers.

They are still discussing the success rate of Wang Liang's proposed ghost painting incident and trying to come up with another potentially safer solution.

Before Cao Yanhua could explain, he almost shouted at Liu Xiaoyu as the call resumed: "Bring over Yang Jian's footage!"

The conference room screen flickered, then displayed a new surveillance view. It was still a low-angle shot, and the phone appeared to have been tossed to the floor by Wang Liang after he finished answering it.

In the scene, Yang Jian's head is severed, and his headless corpse lies on the ground. Wang Liang stands quietly beside the corpse with his hands tucked into his black overcoat, his expression chillingly cold.

"What a joke, who did this?" someone murmured.

"Friends circle." Cao Yanhua clenched his fists and gritted his teeth as he uttered these words.

Wang Liang had no reason to lie to him, and regardless of whether it was true or false, Yang Jian was already dead, so Wang Liang was going to do it anyway.

"Their circle of friends?! How dare they lay a hand on Yang Jian, without any regard for Wang Liang?"

"How dare you! Yang Jian is the head of headquarters!"

"Wait, Minister Cao, look at the screen! It's Wang Liang too!"

Cao Yanhua had been watching intently, and now his eyes betrayed his astonishment.

In the scene, Wang Liang, who was standing next to Yang Jian's body, suddenly had a line of blood appear on his neck without any warning.

Then, a large amount of blood gushed uncontrollably from Wang Liang's neck, and his entire head seemed to be about to fall off his neck, just like Yang Jian on the ground.

But as a thick, blurry gray light flashed across Wang Liang, the screen in the conference room flickered erratically a few times.

Once he recovered, Wang Liang was standing there unharmed, as if the terrifying scene had never happened at all.

The people in the conference room were stunned, but the extra bloodstains on the ground in the video showed them that what they had just seen was not an illusion!
The top demon tamers who were nominated as captains narrowed their eyes, vaguely realizing what kind of ability it was, and felt incredulous.

Swish.

Wang Liang's figure disappeared from the screen, leaving only Yang Jian's headless corpse lying there.

In a room at Ping An Building.

Two faded photos of Yang Jian were cut up and thrown on the table.

Fang Shiming wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. A photo can only be cut once, but he had to cut Yang Jian's photo twice.

"This guy is not so simple after all. It took two scissors to kill him. Hmph, but that's not enough. Next up is you, Wang Liang."

Fang Shiming coldly picked up a photo of Wang Liang from the table. In the photo, Wang Liang was still wearing his black overcoat, his body turned to the side, looking to the side.

This is a candid photo taken from the side, but it doesn't matter. Whether it's from the side or the front, as long as the whole body is in the photo from head to toe, it's fine.

Fang Shiming cautiously picked up the scissors and brought them close to the photograph.

Having already wasted some time on Yang Jian, Fang Shiming could feel the strange noises coming from the room becoming increasingly obvious.

The odor grew stronger, the footsteps behind him grew closer, and the dripping sound in the room became more and more obvious.

These are all curses that the Ghost Scissors cut in the past. Every time the Ghost Scissors are used, while releasing the curses outward, it is also possible to become tainted by these curses cut in the past.

Fang Shiming glanced sideways at the incomplete human figure that was standing quickly behind him, his heart heavy.

Once tainted, he would suffer the terrible curse residing on the Ghost Scissors.

Using it twice in a short period of time is considered a safe limit for him; using it more than that could lead to him being tainted by these curses.

But Yang Jian had already cut his hair, while Wang Liang hadn't, so Fang Shiming had no chance to back down.

At worst, he could just abandon this supernatural construct; it wasn't his true form, so it was fine to discard it.

(End of this chapter)