Mysterious Resurrection: Starting with Controlling Sadako

Chapter 132 Human Skin Paper

Needless to say, Feng Quan's Ghost Mist is a different story. Having one more or one less Lung Mist teammate doesn't make much of a difference. In the original story, his performance was just average, and when things went wrong, Yang Jian had to save the day.

Therefore, from this perspective, although Wang Liang interfered in many things and made a lot of money, it was only part of the plot.

It won't really affect Yang Jian's own path to spiritual advancement; the most important factor is whether the ghost child can appear.

However, all of Wang Liang's current thinking is merely to cultivate a backup who can play a crucial role in critical moments, rather than focusing solely on creating a Yang Jian to save the world.

Otherwise, if he had done nothing at all and had immediately committed suicide, it might have been a better outcome for the world, but he was clearly not that selfless.

"Teacher Wang, you can just take it if you want. There's no need to talk about exchanges between us," Yang Jian said with a smile.

Wang Liang shook his head: "Even between teachers and students, accounts should be kept clear. This isn't a dangerous or special situation. If you solve the problem, I'll trade one for one. Otherwise, I won't be able to bring it up next time."

"Take this. This ghost rope belongs to Wang Yue. Tie a gold piece to the end of the rope. Throw it out when you activate your ghost domain, and it will revive on its own. It's a pretty good method of supernatural attack and can improve your defensive capabilities."

"Oh? You can play it like that? Then I'll take it."

Yang Jian no longer refused; he did indeed lack a sufficiently aggressive vengeful spirit at the moment.

Wang Liang retrieved the ghost blood from the ghost rope, which was suppressed by the slit-mouthed female spirit, and handed it to Yang Jian.

Yang Jian took out a piece of gold foil, wrapped the ghost rope around it, and hung it on his waist.

Then Yang Jian used his Ghost Domain to move the several pieces of the separated corpse up from the ground.

As soon as these four or five pieces of corpse, stained with mud and blood, appeared, they began to wriggle, their hands digging at the ground as they crawled, their legs leaping up and jumping toward other parts, trying to rejoin themselves.

The ghostly blood spread beneath Wang Liang's feet, washing away the pieces of corpse. When the bloody hands in the ghostly blood reached out again, each hand held some bones.

Wang Liang nodded, sank it back down, and withdrew the ghost blood.

"Alright, that's all taken care of. If headquarters comes to ask you about Wang Xiaoqiang, just say I was there too, and throw those documents at them."

"Okay, now that we're free, Teacher Wang, about that mirror you mentioned that can revive people?" Yang Jian asked hesitantly.

Wang Liang thought for a moment, then lifted the ghost mirror out of the ghost blood and placed it on the ground.

"The Ghost Mirror came from the first room of that Republican-era bluestone house in Guanjiang Community. I found it by accident. You should have been there too. What, do you want to be resurrected and become an ordinary person again? If you are willing, I can use this mirror to resurrect you. I will deal with the ghosts that are released."

Wang Liang stared into Yang Jian's eyes. Although he wanted to cultivate someone as a backup, he wouldn't refuse if Yang Jian really wanted to become an ordinary person again.

A Yang Jian who was already considering quitting was useless to him. So what if he was resurrected? He could just take over the world on his own.

Yang Jian's eyes flickered, and after a moment of silence, he finally exhaled, as if he had resolved some kind of knot in his heart, and shook his head with a smile.

"Well, I just thought about it. Although dealing with vengeful ghosts is risky, I've also gained power, money, and authority from it. Thinking about the consequences of giving it up, I'm actually a little reluctant."

Moreover, it seems like paranormal events are becoming increasingly common in this era. I don't want to be a great person, but I do want to have the power to protect those around me when danger arises. Oh, and I also want to see how far I can go on this path.

Another reason is that Yang Jian is unsure whether he will still be himself after being resurrected.

Can memory truly represent a person?
He didn't want to rely on supernatural means to resurrect unless absolutely necessary. Wang Liang smiled and said, "Okay, if you ever run into trouble, feel free to come to me. After all, I'm your teacher. But even if you don't resurrect, you can still leave a mark on the mirror, like a record, just in case."

"Okay, how do I do it? I just need to stand in front, right?"

"Correct."

Yang Jian stood in front of the ghost mirror, preparing to make a backup for himself.

He didn't see his reflection in the mirror, but after a few seconds, his pupils contracted as he saw another version of himself emerge from the shadows of the villa next door.

Yang Jian immediately turned around in reality, but saw nothing in that location. Looking at the ghost mirror, he saw another version of himself walking towards him.

"All right."

Before the person in the ghost mirror could walk out, Wang Liang submerged the ghost mirror in ghost blood.

"When a shadow appears, the save is successful. If the shadow and the mirror move in unison, the person will be replaced in the ghost mirror. The ghost in the mirror will then have all your memories and appear in reality. Without any special supernatural phenomena, you will not be able to escape the world in the mirror."

Yang Jian's pupils shrank: "So that's how it is. What a bizarre supernatural item."

"You have Fang Jing's paper skin, right?" Wang Liang suddenly asked.

Yang Jian paused for a moment, then replied:
"That's right. Back in school, Fang Jing tried to kill us, but he ended up dying at the hands of the knocking ghost. That piece of human skin ended up in my hands. Teacher Wang, do you know about this thing?"

Wang Liang nodded: "I know, but I don't really want to deal with this stuff, so I haven't paid any attention to it before. Now I want to try it out, so I need to borrow it for a day."

Yang Jian readily took out the human skin paper and handed it to Wang Liang:

“No problem. This thing is probably afraid of you. When I called you in Huanggang Village, it told me not to let you come.”

Wang Liang was taken aback: "Is that so? You need to be careful when using human skin paper in the future. This thing can provide you with a solution to control evil spirits. It won't lie, but there will definitely be traps in its words."

After saying that, Wang Liang looked down at the human skin paper that Yang Jian handed over, not noticing that Yang Jian's face stiffened when he said "human skin paper doesn't lie," but he quickly recovered.

Upon receiving the human skin paper, it felt slightly cool to the touch. It was not ordinary yellow paper; just as its name suggests, it was a piece of human skin.

Possessing a certain level of intelligence, they can see the future or predict its course. They are suspected to be products of a past anomaly who controlled ghosts, whose consciousness was corrupted by ghosts, transforming them from humans controlling ghosts into ghosts controlling humans.

"That's settled then. I'll come find you when I'm done with my work. The resources from headquarters should be arriving soon, so please receive them first," Wang Liang said.

"Okay," Yang Jian said.

A flash of gray light, and Wang Liang disappeared from the spot. Yang Jian glanced at the empty Xiaoqiang Club, snorted coldly, and also left.

After leaving Xiaoqiang Club, Wang Liang went to the rooftop of a high-rise building, sat cross-legged on the edge, and stared at the human skin paper in his hand.

"Tell me, if I continue to steal the ghost mirror's supernatural power, how many ghosts will the ghost mirror release next time, when will it completely shatter, and is it safe to steal the ghost mirror's supernatural power directly from the blood lake?"

After Wang Liang finished speaking, he stared intently at the surface of the human skin paper, waiting for its reply.

(End of this chapter)