Mysterious Resurrection: Starting with Controlling Sadako

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"Ah."

Wang Liang withdrew the slit-mouthed woman who had possessed Li Xiao, and Li Xiao's body collapsed limply, motionless.

Wang Liang took a step and the next second he was already mysteriously appearing at the reception desk on the first floor of the building.

"What are you talking about?"

"what!"

Seeing the horrific scene at the entrance, the receptionist, who was quietly making a phone call upstairs with her head down, trembled.

As soon as she looked up, she saw Wang Liang, who had been standing a dozen meters away from the building, now standing in front of her with a cold smile, and slowly covering the phone in her hand with his outstretched hand.

The female receptionist didn't dare to resist and obediently let Wang Liang press down her hand holding the telephone and hang up the phone.

Upon skin-to-skin contact, she only felt that the person's hands were unusually cold, not like the temperature a living person should have.

"You were quite calm when you saw that scene at the door. You didn't make a sound and immediately started making phone calls. You have good composure. What were you doing before?" Wang Liang asked.

"The former receptionist, she just graduated and came out to work. Because she's not bad-looking, she was hired by this place as a receptionist. Her salary is..."

The receptionist spoke in a trembling voice, seemingly babbling incoherently due to excessive nervousness, blurting out whatever came to mind.

But at that moment, her other hand quietly reached for a pistol that was stuck to the bottom of the drawer.

"Oh, wait a minute."

The receptionist stopped her subtle movements, thinking she had been discovered. She broke out in a cold sweat and became nervous.

But Wang Liang didn't look at her. Instead, he suddenly raised his head and looked at a corner of the hall above, where a camera was filming him.

Wang Liang nodded and smiled at the camera, then unceremoniously extended Sadako's curse once again, sending a Sadako to the other side.

"If you like watching it, then watch it more often."

Wang Liang muttered to himself, then turned his gaze back to the female receptionist in front of him.

His gaze had barely shifted when the receptionist suddenly dropped her fearful expression, her face hardening. She pulled out a handgun from under the drawer, intending to point it at Wang Liang, while shouting:
"Go to hell!"

puff.

A pale arm suddenly shot out from the receptionist's eyeball, bursting her fragile eye, then twisted her head off, causing her to groan and fall to the ground.

Wang Liang shook his head, his figure disappeared from the spot, and appeared on the second floor. He reduced the height of the Slit-Mouthed Woman's Ghost Domain, and expanded it horizontally, barely covering the entire floor, and quickly scanned the floor.

The entire floor was a lounge, with several ordinary people dressed as waiters moving around inside. They had no weapons on them, nor was there anywhere to hide them.

These ordinary people can be handed over to the Wen team, who will come in to sweep the building later, for investigation and arrest. Wang Liang's figure disappeared again and went to the third floor.

This floor already reveals some of the shady businesses that Yong Sheng Club is involved in. Several rooms contain contraband, and there are several armed security guards patrolling the corridors.

Wang Liang distorted the light in the ghost realm, projecting his own image into the eyes of each of them simultaneously.

next second.

At the same time, a pale white arm exploded in the eyes of each armed security guard, or rather, mercenary, and their necks were snapped by that pale white arm, killing them instantly.

Wang Liang continued upwards, quickly cleaning the building, the fourth, fifth, and sixth floors.
He killed all the armed men and stuffed the weapons into the wall.

Some of the people he killed were killed by his use of Sadako's supernatural powers, while others died with their mouths instantly torn off to their ears, leaving them with a strange and ferocious grin.

Even with specially made firearms, ordinary people are still so vulnerable in front of a ghost tamer like Wang Liang.

The so-called golden weapons designed to target ghost tamers are completely useless at this moment, as if facing a real attack by a vengeful ghost.

They didn't even know how they died or who killed them; they lost their lives in an instant.

If the Slit-Mouthed Woman's demonic domain weren't relatively small, the lives of everyone in the entire building would have been in Wang Liang's hands. In just over ten seconds, Wang Liang had swept through the sixteenth floor.

He didn't rush to continue upwards because he saw an interesting scene there.

On the 16th floor of the building, in one of the dimly lit rooms, a thin young man was wrapped in several layers of barbed gold chains.

His hands were tied together, and he was suspended deep in the room, his upper body naked, covered with countless bloody welts and bruises from being whipped.

The young man looked extremely pale, his eyes half-closed in exhaustion, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, covering the dried bloodstains that had been there before.

Ten meters in front of the young man, there was a red danger zone marked on the ground.

Outside the danger zone stood a burly man holding a long whip, along with two obsequious henchmen.

The burly man, panting, plopped back in his chair and took a large gulp of water from the water handed to him by his underling.

"You're pretty tough, kid. You can really take a beating. Come on, call me Brother Fang, and I'll give you a ten-minute break."

The young man who was being hung up raised his head slightly, glanced at Fang Shang with disdain, and tried his best to spit out a mouthful of blood.

But the young man was already exhausted, and the mouthful of blood he spat out almost flew out and dripped onto himself.

But the provocative nature of this move has already been demonstrated.

Fang Shang was furious. He stood up and took the long whip and lashed the thin young man repeatedly.

"Brother Fang, Brother Fang, take a break, you can't smoke anymore, this guy will be smoked to death if you keep smoking, Boss Wu hasn't let him die yet, he wants him alive, it's not time yet."

One of the henchmen quickly stepped forward to stop Fang Shang, not wanting him to continue whipping.

If they keep smoking, that guy will really die. When the vengeful ghost comes back to life, Mr. Wu will be unhappy, and they will suffer too.

Fang Shang slapped his wrist twice more, snorted coldly, and sat back down.

"Call the doctor in and treat him, lest he really die."

"Hey, that's good."

One of the underlings breathed a sigh of relief; it was good that this temporary 'part-time' boss was willing to listen to advice.

He pressed the bell on the wall, waited a moment, and a man in a white coat carrying a suitcase walked in from outside.

Upon entering, the man in the white coat frowned when he saw the thin young man covered in blood.

"With such severe injuries, it will be very troublesome to treat. The old wounds haven't healed yet, and new wounds are appearing, which will worsen both injuries at the same time."

"I'll just treat you. I'm careful with my strength; most of your injuries will be superficial," Fang Shang sneered.

The man in the white coat stopped talking, walked forward, crossed the danger zone, and tried to get closer to the thin young man.

"Get out." A low, hoarse growl came from the thin young man's mouth.

"Hmph, with injuries of this severity, you'd still die without immediate treatment," the man in the white coat said coldly.

"I said," the thin young man looked up, his face covered in blood, his eyes fierce, "Get out!!"

A chilling aura emanated from the thin young man.

Sensing the chill emanating from ahead, the man in the white coat knew what was happening. His expression changed drastically, and he quickly retreated, stumbling and falling as he scrambled out of the danger zone.

"You!" The man in the white coat turned around, his finger trembling as he pointed at the thin young man, his expression a mixture of fear and anger.

(End of this chapter)