Mysterious Resurrection: Starting with Controlling Sadako

Chapter 101 Sick Ghost
Wang Liang controlled the Slit-Mouthed Woman to unleash supernatural powers on the old woman in his hands.

The slit-mouthed woman's mouth writhed, making the bloody and grotesque slits even more dangerous.

The old woman's mouth, which it was holding, had already been torn open, and now it was trembling again, continuing to split open.

During this period, the old woman's body turned yellow and smelled foul, her flesh rotted, and her body rapidly deteriorated.

popping.

Pieces of rotten flesh, seemingly pieced together, kept falling from the old woman's body to the ground.

Soon, the old woman's body became increasingly mutilated, and the cracks on her face almost tore off half of her head.

With a crash, as if reaching some kind of limit, half of the old woman's head shattered, and her body rotted into pieces, falling from the hands of the slit-mouthed woman and becoming a pile of mangled flesh on the ground.

'A terrifying supernatural phenomenon.' Yang Jian watched this scene with a solemn expression, thinking to himself.

Without the suppression of the Slit-Mouthed Woman, the pool of rotten flesh on the ground began to writhe, with strange black shadows flowing through it like liquid, as if trying to piece the rotten flesh back together.

But at this moment, foul-smelling, black ghost blood gushed out from beneath Wang Liang's feet, covering and corroding the pool of rotten flesh, making a sizzling sound.

'Another supernatural phenomenon!' Yang Jian was startled. 'It looks a bit like Yan Li's ghost blood, but the color is different. Could this also be something Teacher Wang has been controlling for the past week or so? Impossible! Two ghosts that we've never seen before have appeared at school. Is he buying them as a way to ward off evil spirits?'

But no matter how unbelievable Yang Jian found it, the scene before him was the best evidence.

The old woman's mangled corpse fragments quickly disappeared into the black ghost blood, leaving only a writhing, bulging black shadow, a small patch of corpse fluid, and a piece of incomplete, uncorroded skin soaking inside.

The vessel was destroyed, the headless ghost was dismembered, and the vengeful spirits that had once plundered were separated.

Wang Liang controlled the slit-mouthed woman, pressing her down on the ghostly figure and increasing the pressure. He then picked up Yang Jian's golden corpse bag and first put the corpse fluid and the special piece of leather into it.

"Yang Jian, get ready, I'm about to release the headless ghost."

"Okay, come on."

Yang Jian cleared the thoughts that flashed through his mind, took a step forward, stared intently at the dark shadow on the ground, and prepared to control his second ghost.

Wang Liang withdrew the ghost blood and released the slit-mouthed woman's suppression.

The headless ghost, no longer restrained, immediately resumed its movements.

A dark shadow moved across the ground, trying to invade Wang Liang's body, but a tall, cold, split-mouthed female corpse blocked the way, like an iceberg, preventing the shadow from invading.

Without the ghost puzzle pieces, the headless ghost was no match for the Slit-Mouthed Woman, so it shifted its target, flowing towards Yang Jian and merging into his shadow.

Yang Jian's shadow transformed into a much taller shadow, clearly not his own figure, and this shadow...
No head!
The shadow merged in, rising eerily from the ground along Yang Jian's feet, climbing towards his body, trying to possess it.

Wherever it passed, it was cold and chilling, carrying a sinister chill.

Of course, Yang Jian wouldn't let the headless ghost get its way. He immediately followed Wang Liang's instructions, shifting his ghost eye downwards to touch the headless ghost and sending it away.

"I can't give you the legs, but I have seven ghost eyes, so you can eat your fill!"

Yang Jian's eyes hardened as he sent out the Ghost Eyes one by one.

One, two.
Each ghostly eye that appeared on the headless ghostly figure was like a nail, distorting the small patch of shadow it touched—it was the supernatural fighting back.

When the third ghost eye was sent out, Yang Jian felt the restless sensation of the ghost eye reviving within his body disappear.

After sending out the fourth ghost eye, he felt his body return to a normal state like an ordinary person.

After sending out the fifth ghost eye, Yang Jian felt that he could control the headless ghost shadow beneath his feet.

"Teacher Wang, your plan is correct, I succeeded."

Yang Jian sensed his own condition and felt better than ever before; the throbbing sensation from the reawakening of the Ghost Eye had vanished. "Very good. Come with me and let's end this."

Wang Liang, carrying two golden body bags, enveloped Yang Jian in an invisible ghostly aura and flashed forward.

As the unfamiliar ghostly domain enveloped him, Yang Jian subconsciously emitted a red light from his body and opened his ghostly eyes to fight against the ghostly domain.

But to their horror, they discovered that their own ghostly aura was immediately suppressed as soon as it emerged, and they were completely unable to resist it.

After realizing that this was Teacher Wang's ghost domain, he breathed a sigh of relief, but was secretly shocked by the strength of the ghost domain. He did not resist anymore and was transferred by Teacher Wang's ghost domain.

As they passed a sports car, Yang Jian noticed that the trunk appeared to have been roughly opened, revealing a gold suitcase inside. He stared at it and said:
“Teacher Wang, that sports car belongs to Zhang Han of the Xiaoqiang Club, a Ghost Master. There’s probably someone in the golden suitcase in the trunk. It seems he might have survived using a method similar to mine.”

Wang Liang glanced at the sports car once before looking away.

"Don't worry about him. We have enough vengeful spirits here. We don't need to go out of our way to pull him out. Otherwise, we'll have to be careful that his vengeful spirits might revive and cause trouble."

Another reason was that he didn't want Zhang Han to see some of the things that happened afterward, lest it cause unnecessary trouble.

"Fine, let him continue lying in the box then," Yang Jian said indifferently.

The two moved on.

Through spatial displacement, enveloped by the ghostly realm, Wang Liang and Yang Jian suddenly appeared in front of a building with wreaths adorning its entrance and a mourning hall erected there.

In the center of the mourning hall stood a black coffin, and on the table was a framed portrait of the deceased, which should have been hanging inside, but now it was empty.

"This is it. I previously suspected there were two ghosts in this village. One was the fierce ghost that was destined to die when alone, wandering outside. The other was a ghost that could cough. I think it was in the coffin in this mourning hall," Yang Jian said solemnly.

Wang Liang remained expressionless, not revealing that the person inside was Feng Quan, but instead said:

“Go in and take a look. I’ve learned about the ghosts in this village by exploring its past secrets, but there shouldn’t be two of them. The evil ghost is outside, so there’s definitely something wrong with the one inside.”

"it is good."

The two entered the mourning hall and came to the coffin. Just by getting close, they could feel a faint chill, which was obviously not an ordinary wooden coffin.

“I think we can open the coffin! The sick ghost should be inside. Let’s lock one up first, and then deal with the rest of the evil ghosts,” Yang Jian said, staring at the obviously abnormal coffin.

“Okay, I came here to open the coffin. This coffin is related to the evil spirit that was dealt with.” Wang Liang agreed.

Just before the two were about to make their move, as if they had overheard their conversation and knew they couldn't escape, a weak, feeble cough, as if the patient was terminally ill, rang out.

This was the sound Yang Jian had heard in the village before, and he suspected it was made by a vengeful ghost that could cough.

But this time, the sound didn't come from anywhere else; it came directly from inside the coffin in front of the two people.

Click.

The coffin lid was pushed open and slid open, and a bloodless hand reached out from it, gripping the edge of the coffin.

Yang Jian's eyes narrowed, and a ghostly eye simultaneously appeared on his forehead and the back of his head, rotating eerily. The shadow beneath his feet flowed like ink, ready to strike at any moment.

Wang Liang stretched out a hand, blocking Yang Jian's way, and squinted at the hand reaching out from the coffin.

A second hand reached out from the coffin and supported the sides of the coffin. The "person" inside propped himself up and revealed his upper body.

He was a man with a deathly pale face and a numb gaze.

Most importantly, he was wearing the uniform of a city official.

(End of this chapter)