Mysterious Resurrection: Starting with Controlling Sadako

Chapter 112 The Complete Newspaper

An invisible ghostly aura enveloped the area, remaining constantly active. Wang Lianggan sat in a chair in the room, waiting there for a day and a night.

In the early hours of the second night, Wang Liang suddenly opened his eyes.

An abnormal person entered his ghostly domain and was discovered by him.

It was a man dressed in a black suit and a black top hat, clutching a bundle of newspapers in his hand, his head down, his face obscured by the shadow under the brim of his hat.

Strangely, even through the ghost realm, Wang Liang couldn't see the other person's face clearly under the shadow of their hat brim; it was all blurry—a bizarre and supernatural phenomenon.

'Are you here?'

Wang Liang, who had planned to wait one more night and then retreat if necessary, kept a close eye on the person, or rather the ghost, on the street, ready to strike and capture him instantly at any moment.

The man in the suit walked with the same unchanging pace to the ground floor of Yang Jian's building. He stood there quietly for more than ten minutes before stepping inside again.

Arriving at Yang Jian's house, he gently pushed the door open, rendering the lock completely useless.

After entering, the man walked familiarly into Yang Jian's bedroom, sat on a chair opposite the bed, spread out a newspaper in his hand, and pretended to read it in the darkness, remaining motionless for a long time.

Wang Liang could see that one side of the newspaper was entirely scarlet, as if it had been stained with blood.

'Wait a little longer and see if there are any other changes.'

Having waited a day and a night for the fish, Wang Liang didn't want to make a mistake by rushing to sell at the last minute.

The man in the suit sat in his chair for hours without even turning the pages of his newspaper, while Wang Liang hid in the building across the street, secretly observing the area for several hours using his Ghost Domain technique.

As darkness was about to fade and a sliver of red sun appeared on the horizon, the person in Yang Jian's house finally moved.

He rolled up the newspaper, stood up again, and with the same pace, went downstairs and walked back the way he came.

'Do it! '

As the man was about to leave, Wang Liang did not wait for any further changes to occur. The ghostly domain extended into a line, converging at a single point, and the coffin nail in his pocket vanished into thin air.

thump.

A rusty coffin nail was suddenly driven into the back of the head of a man in a suit walking on the street. Most of the nail was driven into the back of the man's head by a huge force, and a large amount of black blood splattered out.

The man in the suit was stiff, and his nailed body lurched forward two meters before finally collapsing to the ground without any movement.

Wang Liang appeared out of thin air next to the man in the suit, bent down and pried open his stiff fingers, snatching the bundle of newspapers from his hand.

Then he grabbed the man in the suit by the back of the neck, trying to control him with the system.

"Hmm? No, I can't control it. Is it unsuitable? That shouldn't be the case. Wait a minute."

The system gave no prompts, which made Wang Liang frown.

The feeling of gripping the man in the suit wasn't quite right either, which made him suddenly realize something. His face darkened, and he flipped the man in the suit, who was lying face down on the ground, over.

Having been nailed to death with coffin nails, the supernatural concealment was gone, and the man in the suit's face could now be clearly seen.

It was a man's body, but it had the soft face of a middle-aged woman with fine wrinkles. Her eyes were closed, as if she were asleep, and she was completely still.

Aside from the face not quite matching and the extra nail in the back of the head, there's nothing else strange about it overall.

Wang Liang frowned, then picked up the newspaper in his hand and unfolded it.

One side of the newspaper was scarlet like blood, emanating a faint, chilling aura; it was undoubtedly a supernatural object.

Wang Liang thought for a moment and then covered the middle-aged woman's face with the scarlet newspaper.

The newspaper stuck to it, but there was no reaction. Wang Liang was puzzled, but then it dawned on him. His lips twitched, and he pulled the coffin nail from the back of the man's head.

Dark red blood flowed down, revealing a gruesome, blurry blood hole at the back of the woman's head.

"This"

Regardless of how badly the person was treated, and whether they were still of any use, Wang Liang pasted the newspaper back on.

This time, the newspaper worked, sticking tightly to the woman's face for several seconds before releasing, tearing off a complete piece of her skin.

The middle-aged woman's face was not a bloody mess; it was unusually smooth. She had simply lost her facial features, leaving only a smooth layer of skin.

A middle-aged woman's face was pasted onto a scarlet newspaper, and lines of writing quickly appeared on the newspaper around the face.

Forget what just happened, forget who you are.

'Follow Li Xiang's orders.'

"Come to Room 202, Unit 4, Ronghua Residential Area, Dachang City, looking for a person named Yang Jian."

'Place the newspaper in your hand onto the face of Yang Jian or someone connected to Yang Jian, alter their memories, and make them obey orders to go to Z City.'

Wang Liang shook his head. Seeing these words, how could he not understand what was going on?

This is a person whose memories have been altered and controlled by a newspaper ghost; an unconventional ghost slave.

That Li Xiang is probably just another person being manipulated by the newspaper ghost.

"What a troublesome ghost, so cautious. The dangers involving memories are indeed too high. But this time it wasn't a complete loss, this newspaper."

Wang Liang erased the writing, suppressed the supernatural force, and removed the face.

The blood-red border around the newspaper disappeared slightly, turning grayish-white, but most of it was still blood-red, easily covering a face.

"As expected, it's just a derivative ghost newspaper, a consumable, but it's special. After being suppressed, it won't turn into ashes and dissipate like a normal derivative. Moreover, this one is complete enough to completely modify the memories of at least seven or eight people, which is not bad."

Wang Liang rolled up the newspaper, which was his haul this time—a fairly complete derivative newspaper, which was far more useful than a piece of scrap.

Looking at the woman's face in his hands, Wang Liang used his rough needlework skills as usual to sew the face back on.

He didn't even know if he could survive with a hole in the back of his head, so he decided to try anything, even if it seemed hopeless.

Wang Liang didn't feel much about possibly accidentally killing a woman whose memories had been altered by a ghost. Having experienced so much in this world, he wasn't kind enough to feel extremely guilty about it.

This world is cruel, and when it comes to the supernatural, injuries and deaths are normal. Besides, how could he know if it was a real ghost before he even took action?

Compared to dealing with a vengeful ghost, a person's death is nothing. He might try to save them, but he wouldn't pay too high a price for it.

After a dozen seconds, the man—no, the woman—opened her eyes. At first, her eyes were somewhat dazed and confused, but suddenly she struggled violently, her face filled with terror.

"No, I don't want my husband, I don't!"

It actually survived.

Wang Liang's pupils contracted. This woman had a huge hole in the back of her head, and her brain might not even be intact. Under normal circumstances, she definitely wouldn't survive.

But it seems that due to some unknown influence after her memories were altered by the supernatural, she is now strangely hanging on by a thread, and her speech is not greatly affected by the brain damage.

Supernatural phenomena involving memories are indeed bizarre.

(End of this chapter)