Mysterious Resurrection: Starting with Controlling Sadako

Chapter 365 The Photographs of the Resurrected
Fang Shiming picked up Wang Liang's photo, extended the scissors, aimed them at Wang Liang's neck in the photo, and prepared to cut.

But Fang Shiming's pupils suddenly contracted at that moment, because the scissors in his hand had just touched Wang Liang's photo.

The person in the photo seemed to suddenly come to life, abruptly turning their head to look outside the photo.

This bizarre scene made Fang Shiming's hand holding the scissors tremble, and he subconsciously stopped, his heart filled with doubt and uncertainty.

What's going on? Was the curse on the scissors spread to this photo after being used twice, causing this strange change, or...?
In the photo, Wang Liang turns his head expressionlessly to look at Fang Shiming outside.

Just as Fang Shiming stopped cutting, Wang Liang in the photo suddenly curled up his lips into a strange smile, as if mocking Fang Shiming's ridiculous hesitation.

Fang Shiming looked at the increasingly problematic photo, at Wang Liang's mocking smile in the picture, his eyes cold.

I can't care about that anymore. So what if he's tainted by the curse? He's not the original body. If he dies, he dies!

Without considering anything else, Fang Shiming exerted force and cut with the scissors.

But as soon as Fang Shiming made the cut, his heart sank, because the photo was not cut open all at once.

The feel of cutting it was very wrong; it didn't feel like cutting a paper photograph, but rather like cutting a tough piece of human skin.

At the tear in the photo, which was barely less than a centimeter long, a strange trickle of viscous blood seeped out, as if the photo itself had been injured.

In the photo, Wang Liang, seemingly in the blink of an eye, changed his position from being sideways to facing directly out of the photo, still wearing that unsettling smile on his face.

Its figure seemed to get closer to the surface of the photo, as if it were about to step out of it.

Fang Shiming gritted his teeth, took the scissors, and continued cutting along the bleeding gash.

Sizzle, sizzle—

Fang Shiming awkwardly and clumsily cut the photo with the scissors, splattering thick, cold blood onto the table.

An unyielding stench of blood permeated the room, mingling with the already chilly atmosphere.

What Fang Shiming didn't notice was that the curses residing on the ghost scissors, which had been closing in behind him, were now gradually retreating.

The blood splattered from the tear on the faded photograph he was cutting open was staining the surface of the photograph, creating small red spots, thus recoloring the photograph.

However, Wang Liang's face in the photo gradually became blurry, and the upper half of his face inexplicably darkened. Only the eerie smile on the lower half of his face became more and more obvious under the spreading red spots.

laugh.

Fang Shiming threw the photo of Wang Liang, which had been completely cut in half, onto the table.

Two photos were soaked in blood that was almost entirely spilled on the table, with blood dripping from the corner of the table.

Seeing the blood dripping from the table onto the floor, Fang Shiming couldn't help but take two steps back, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

Cutting out a small photo seemed to have taken all his strength.

His hands were covered in blood, all from the blood that splattered out when the photo was torn.

Moreover, the blood was very strange. After being touched, Fang Shiming first felt a brief stinging pain, followed by numbness.

After forcing himself to completely cut the photo, Fang Shiming's hands had almost lost all feeling, and his entire arm was gradually becoming unresponsive.

He was too weak to cut it again.
"Damn it, what's going on!" Fang Shiming's face was extremely ugly. He had only cut Wang Liang once, and this strange situation that he had never encountered before had occurred. He didn't even know if Wang Liang was dead or not.

Fang Shiming raised his hands, the scissors were stuck on his fingers and barely didn't fall, but he didn't even have the strength to grip the scissors tightly anymore.

gurgling, gurgling.
A strange sound rang out, and Fang Shiming quickly looked up at the blood-stained table in front of him.

The blood that was almost entirely spilled on the table seemed to be boiling, gushing and surging, causing the two broken photos of Wang Liang in the middle of the table to tremble incessantly in the undulating blood.

Fang Shiming's phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket. His expression was uncertain, but he ignored it, keeping his eyes fixed on the strangely changed table.

After a while, seeing that nothing had happened, he backed away while carefully trying to take his phone out of his pocket with his left hand.

As a result, because his hands had almost lost all feeling, he couldn't hold his phone steady when he took it out, and the phone fell directly to the ground.

The phone screen, facing up, lit up, and a chat window with no name popped up.

【Got you. 】

Fang Shiming's pupils contracted, and his unease reached its peak.

The next second, the closed door was banged on loudly, and the table in front of it, which was dripping blood, shook violently, splattering blood everywhere.

Wang Liang's photo was already submerged on the table, as if the blood was flowing uncontrollably.

Then, a pale hand suddenly emerged from the blood on the table and gripped the edge of the table.

Wang Liang braced himself against the table, his hair still stained with blood. His upper body emerged from the blood on the table, a strange smile on his face, as he looked at Fang Shiming, who was almost backed into the corner of the room, with an incredulous expression.

"Found you, Xiao Fang, you've got guts."

"Wang Liang! Are you kidding me?! It's you! You're the one who caused all this strange occurrence?!"

Fang Shiming found it hard to believe that the strange phenomenon here was not caused by a curse on the scissors due to his frequent use, but by Wang Liang!
Wang Liang crawled completely out of the blood on the table, his feet landing firmly on the ground.

The candle on the table had been poured into the blood, and the last bit of light was completely extinguished, plunging the room into darkness filled with the heavy smell of blood.

But both Wang Liang and Fang Shiming could see each other in the dimly lit room.

The smile on Wang Liang's face vanished abruptly, and his eyes suddenly turned as fierce as a vengeful ghost.

In a flash, he appeared in front of Fang Shiming, grabbed Fang Shiming's hair, and violently slammed his head against the wall, which had become slippery and bloody.

"Why me? You really think a pair of broken scissors can take care of me?! Open your dog eyes and look around!"

Fang Shiming's body was constructed from some kind of supernatural material by the original body, inheriting the original body's original memories, but not including the supernatural elements.

At this moment, he was powerless to fight back in Wang Liang's hands, and was humiliated as his head was grabbed and slammed against the wall.

Fang Shiming was shocked and furious. He never expected that after cutting Wang Liang's hair once, Wang Liang would not only survive but also mysteriously appear in this room.

Upon hearing Wang Liang's words, he glanced around in a panic and suddenly realized that the strange occurrences caused by the ghost scissors had stopped at some point.

Blood was flowing on the floor of the room, and several mutilated black figures were almost completely sunk and disappeared.

(End of this chapter)