Mysterious Resurrection: Starting with Controlling Sadako

Chapter 127 Blood debt must be paid with blood

"Brother Yue, I was wrong, please be gentle."

"It hurts, loosen it a little, Brother Yue~"

Wang Yue remained unmoved, exhaling white smoke from his cigar as he enjoyed the soft touch in his hand, which relieved the pain in his neck.

Um?and many more.

Wang Yue was taken aback when he saw the large cloud of white smoke gathering in the private room. Was the smoke from this cigar really that thick?

His pupils contracted, and he immediately pushed away the two women in his arms and stood up abruptly.

This isn't cigar smoke at all!

Swish.

The surrounding colors faded away, turning the private room into a completely gray and white scene, with a light mist drifting by, creating a hazy and eerie atmosphere.

A cold-looking man in a black overcoat suddenly appeared on the sofa opposite Wang Yue, seemingly having been sitting there all along, coldly watching Wang Yue.

Wang Yue was shocked by the changes in the surrounding environment; it was clearly the power of the Ghost Realm.

He shifted his gaze to the person sitting on the opposite sofa, scrutinizing him cautiously. It was obvious that this situation was caused by the person opposite him, and it seemed that the visitor had ill intentions.

“Friend, I don’t know what brings you here. We can sit down and have a drink and talk things over. There’s no need to use the power of a vengeful ghost right away,” Wang Yue said in a deep voice.

"Did you kill Yan Li's family?" Wang Liang asked coldly.

Upon hearing this, Wang Yue knew that this matter could not be resolved peacefully.

He had investigated Yan Li's background and found that he was just a plumber who risked his life to catch ghosts for a little money. It was impossible for him to know the person in front of him.

Wang Yue frowned and said:

“Did Yan Li invite you? I’ll pay double whatever he pays. Friend, Yan Li is being targeted. He probably won’t live much longer. You might not even get all the money he paid you. That guy doesn’t have much money. He’ll be dead in a few days. We don’t need to make a big fuss over a few dead men.”

Wang Yue paused for a moment, then continued:

"In this way, he's dead, and all his things are yours. I'll also give you an extra 100 million. For the sake of a few ordinary people and a dying ghost tamer, we ghost tamers are fighting each other. Whoever wins or loses will suffer a loss. Friend, you should think it through."

Wang Liang remained seated on the sofa, his posture casual, one hand resting on the back of the armchair, but he spoke in a cold voice:

"Who's your friend? Now that it's confirmed you were the one who killed him, there's no problem. We'll send you on your way."

Wang Yue's expression suddenly turned ferocious: "How dare you! I'd like to see how you plan to kill me! Do you think I can't control a vengeful spirit?!"

Ignoring Wang Yue's menacing threat, Wang Liang tapped the armrest of the sofa lightly with his fingers.

“You killed Yan Li’s entire family, so I will only use Yan Li’s blood to kill you. Blood for blood, that’s fair.”

Wang Yue's pupils contracted: "Yan Li's blood? You!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Yue suddenly lost his balance, feeling a sharp pain and a chilling sensation in his feet at the same time.

"What, what's going on? Is there something wrong with my eyes?! They've lost their color!"

"Ah! Brother Yue, your foot!"

The two women, their faces filled with terror and helplessness, huddled on the sofa, too afraid to move.

Wang Yue had no time to care about, nor would he consider, the situation of the two women.

He quickly looked down and was immediately horrified to find that the wooden floor beneath his feet had vanished. In its place was a pool of crimson blood of unknown depth, mixed with a few streaks of black.

His feet and half of his calves were already submerged in the blood and were sinking rapidly.

In the short time it took him to look down, his vision suddenly dropped, and his entire lower body was submerged in the unknown depths of the pool of blood.

"not good!"

Wang Yue's expression changed drastically, and he immediately grabbed the sofa next to him, trying to stop the sinking trend.

But something seemed to be moving deep within his blood; he could feel many hands grabbing his legs and pulling him down.

A blood-red, grotesque hand, seemingly formed from congealed blood, emerged from the pool of blood, grabbed Wang Yue's clothes at the waist, and began to climb upwards. Then came a second, and a third.
This is a ghost slave of ghost blood, a mysterious creature formed from ghost blood. It is this thing that is grabbing Wang Yue's legs in the ghost blood.

When Wang Liang restricted Yan Li's ghost blood, it was fortunate that Yan Li had just died and the ghost blood had not fully revived. The source was nailed down as soon as it appeared.

Otherwise, after a while, as the ghost blood revives and deepens, a blood pool appears, the source disappears, and derivative ghost slaves that look exactly like the source ghost blood appear and wander.

At that time, it would not be so easy to restrict it again by nailing it shut with coffin nails. It would be difficult to find the source unless the entire ghost blood was suppressed, or the source was nailed shut by sheer luck.

This is actually why ghosts that have just died are easily controlled by another person, and their resurrection is not very deep.

Wang Yue tried to stop the sinking by gripping the sofa, but it was impossible. How could he fight against a bunch of ghost slaves covered in ghost blood all by himself?

"What a joke! How come I didn't know Yan Li was capable of such a feat!"

Wang Yue's eyes hardened, and instead of trying to hold onto the sofa, he reached out and ripped off the scarf around his neck.

Although he didn't want to use the power of the vengeful spirit, the other party acted too decisively, and if he didn't use the power of the vengeful spirit now, he wouldn't have another chance to use it!

The scarf around Wang Yue's neck came off, revealing an old hemp rope tightly wrapped around his neck.

The hemp rope was tied in a tight knot around Wang Yue's neck, digging so hard it almost shaped his neck into an hourglass.

An ordinary person would have suffocated to death long ago if their neck was strangled in this bizarre way, but Wang Yue is still living a rather abnormal life.

Ghost Rope King Yue.

He was riding a ghost rope, which was not a completely dormant supernatural object, but a ghost that was reviving, only it still looked like a hemp rope.

"You think killing me is that easy? You'd better be prepared to die!" Wang Yue said sternly.

As he spoke, Wang Yue's face turned red, and the rope around his neck tightened even more, with a faint cracking sound of his neck bones breaking.

One end of the ghost rope suddenly rose up, as if it had merged directly into the ceiling.

The rope tightened instantly, hoisting Wang Yue upwards and briefly holding his body, which was immersed in ghost blood, to fight against the blood slaves within the ghost blood and wrestle for Wang Yue's body.

At the same time, a chilling aura emanated from Wang Liang, who was casually sitting on the sofa.

Sadako's demonic domain enveloped Wang Yue. Wang Liang could have created illusions, returned to reality, or hidden in the Slit-Mouthed Demonic Domain to place himself in a different space from the Ghost Rope. He had many ways to prevent the Ghost Rope from attacking him.

But Wang Liang didn't do that; he just sat on the sofa, staring coldly at Wang Yue.

A rope appeared out of nowhere around his neck, wrapped tightly, with one end disappearing into the ceiling, as if to hang him up.

But despite the faint trembling of the taut rope stretching upwards, Wang Liang remained seated motionless on the sofa, seemingly too heavy to lift.

The slit-mouthed woman spirit possessed Wang Liang's body. Wang Liang reached out and grabbed the rope around his neck, tearing it off and turning it into ashes.

(End of this chapter)