Mysterious Resurrection: Starting with Controlling Sadako

Chapter 121 Chase
In the still dimly lit night sky of Dachang City, a streak of gray light with a long tail swept across, but suddenly stopped at a certain point.

"what?"

Wang Liang stood in the cold night sky, carrying the ghost mirror, looking down at a certain place with a thoughtful expression, before disappearing into the air.

On the deserted road, a flash of gray light appeared, and Wang Liang's figure materialized out of thin air. His gaze looked down at the ground, as if he could see right through it.

Wang Liang's figure disappeared again, and the street returned to its deserted state, as if nothing had just happened.

Inside the city's crisscrossing sewer system,
A figure was staggering forward, leaning against the wall. He had multiple knife wounds and bruises on his body, and blood was flowing down his face from his head, making him look rather pitiful.

Yan Li stopped, covered his mouth with both hands and coughed softly, keeping the sound to a minimum, with only a few slight muffled sounds. When he moved his hands away, his palms were covered in blood.

"Those bastards."

Yan Li let out a barely audible curse, then moved on to continue walking forward.

Last night, he was suddenly attacked by a group of unidentified armed men.

Although the other party did not fire indiscriminately because they were in the city, they still used traps, golden clubs, daggers, and other weapons to seriously injure him.

If he hadn't used his ghostly blood supernatural powers to scare the opponent away when they were off guard, allowing him to escape, he might have been killed on the spot.

After hiding and fleeing, he finally escaped into the city's sewers.

But the other party's tracking methods are very strong, and now they know he's in the sewers and have followed him.

The sewers are a complex system, which is why the other party didn't come looking for us immediately, but this is not a long-term solution.

Even if he manages to evade detection, his body will soon give out if he continues to run like this, not only because of injuries but also because of the resurgence of vengeful spirits.

Yan Li only controlled one ghost, which was a type of ghost blood. Unlike Wang Liang's black, corrosive ghost blood, Yan Li's ghost blood was scarlet, had a stronger suppressive effect on ghosts, and had great potential.

However, Yan Li was limited by the resurgence of the vengeful ghosts and could not fully exert the supernatural power of the scarlet ghost blood. Moreover, this supernatural power, which could better suppress ghosts, was much less effective against people. This is why he was forced into this situation by a group of armed ordinary people.

"At most two days. Even without using the power of the vengeful spirit, I can only hold out until tomorrow night before it revives. Sigh."

Yan Li felt somewhat desperate, as he was on the verge of being resurrected by a vengeful ghost, and the golden box containing the ghost that Yang Jian had given him had been stolen.

This desperate situation made him feel weak in the knees, and he didn't want to struggle anymore.

From another passage a dozen meters behind, hurried footsteps and discussions could be heard.

"Captain, there's blood here."

"It must be Yan Li. Chase after him!"

As the footsteps drew closer, Yan Li considered giving up, but then he suddenly thought of his family in a villa in the suburbs, his wife, and his two adorable children.

'No, we can't give up.'

Yan Li's eyes hardened, and he regained his strength. He quickly scanned left and right, then went directly to the waterway next to him, gently submerged his body in the dirty water, and swam upstream along with the murky water.

The dirty water made the wound worse, but he had no choice at the moment.

Six mercenaries entered the sewer, searching for bloodstains and footprints on the ground.

"here."

"The footprints broke off; he probably jumped into the water."

"Damn it, he jumped into such disgusting water. Captain, I'd rather give up the mission than jump in."

"Shut up! Who the hell told you to jump? You three go downstream and check the water for any movement. The rest of you, come with me upstream and take a look. Let's move."

As soon as the mercenary captain finished speaking, the surrounding environment suddenly began to fade. The walls, the water, the flashlights in their hands, and even the colors on their own bodies were rapidly fading.

The world became monotonous, covered in a gray and white color, as if one were in an old photograph.

A thin mist floated in the sewers, making the place look unusually hazy.

"what's the situation?!"

"Captain, my hand, my body!"

"The gun, the golden gun is normal!"

"Quiet! Damn it, we've probably encountered a paranormal event."

"No way, this is really bad luck!"

The mercenary captain's face was extremely grim; such a bizarre phenomenon could only be caused by the supernatural.

"People like you are disgusting." A cold voice suddenly rang out from the sewer.

"Who?!"

The six mercenaries present quickly pulled out gold pistols from their pockets and pointed them in the direction from which the sound came.

A man in a black overcoat was standing about ten meters away from them, looking at them with icy eyes.

In this faded environment, apart from gold, that person was the only one who still possessed color.

The moment they turned around and saw each other, four of the six men's mouths suddenly turned up in a ripped smile, tearing open a bloody and gruesome gash, and their bodies stiffened as they fell backward to the ground.

They are dead.

The two survivors' pupils contracted when they caught a glimpse of their teammates' horrific state out of the corner of their eyes.

One of them was the mercenary captain. He looked surprised, but without hesitation, he immediately fired his gun forward.

But the golden bullet passed right through the opponent, as if it had hit a phantom, and was completely useless.

The other surviving teammate, however, was not as mentally strong. He suffered a mental breakdown, his face contorted in terror. Instead of following the captain in firing, he turned and ran, his face filled with fear.

He had never encountered such a situation when dealing with those so-called ghost controllers before. Four people died instantly, completely powerless to fight back. It was as if he was facing a real vengeful ghost. There was no way to win; the only option was to run!

"Ah Qiang!" the mercenary captain roared.

But the mercenary, his face filled with panic, ignored his captain's shouts and ran out along the sewer without looking back.

'Hurry! Faster, I need to get out of here!'

However, what the mercenary didn't notice was that in the dirty water, a strange white shadow was moving forward in sync with him.

Just as the mercenary turned the corner and took a few steps into another passage, water suddenly splashed up beside him, and a pale arm shot out from the water and grabbed his ankle.

"Oh no!"

Faced with the sudden attack from the water, the mercenary only had time to cry out before being dragged from the shore into the filthy current.

The water returned to calm, with no sign of struggle, and the mercenary was nowhere to be seen, either underwater or on the surface.

But upon closer inspection, one can see that in the reflection on the water's surface, the mercenary is screaming for help, but no sound comes out.

A disheveled female ghost in white crawled over, climbed up his body, grabbed his neck, twisted it, and broke his neck. The mercenary died in terror in the water.

(End of this chapter)