Mysterious Resurrection: Starting with Controlling Sadako

Chapter 185 The Fog That Cannot Be Escaped
After the face-cutting was finished, the thirteen people lay peacefully on the ground, five men and eight women.

There should actually be seven men and six women, but two of them have men's faces and women's bodies. It's good that they're still alive.

After examining the thirteen men one by one, Wang Liang shouted:

"stand up."

The thirteen people opened their eyes at the same time, but their eyes were empty and lifeless. After standing up from the ground, they stood quietly in front of Wang Liang.

When Wang Liang touched their faces, he simultaneously altered the memories of these thirteen people and set up psychological suggestions to temporarily make them lose their subjective consciousness.

Now that he's awake, he'll only obey his commands like a machine, lest he panic and scream here.

"Walk."

Wang Liang walked out of the room, and the thirteen people followed behind him one by one.

He still hopped around like a zombie, a scene reminiscent of the corpse-drivers in folk tales.

thump.

thump.

The sound of orderly footsteps echoed in the dimly lit corridor, muffled and eerie.

Outside the three corridors on the right, Anan was carefully walking towards this direction, hugging the wall.

But upon hearing such orderly footsteps from afar, his face paled with alarm.

'There are probably a lot of ghosts here.'

Anan immediately stopped, turned around and left, choosing a new route and deciding to explore deeper into the corridor.

After passing another intersection, Wang Liang led the thirteen men to the corridor where the odd-numbered rooms were located.

When he got near room number 1, he saw a figure crouching in a dark corner of the corridor.

"It seems you're still prepared to die out there," Wang Liang said calmly.

Wang Genquan stood up, emerged from the dark corner, his rough, old face somewhat gloomy, and nodded:

"I've already left some information for my future self. So what if I die this time? I still want to go out and see the world."

As he spoke, he glanced at the row of people behind Wang Liang who looked like corpses, but quickly turned his gaze back, ignoring them as irrelevant to him.

Wang Liang crossed his arms and looked at a strange passage on the wall in front of him. On the other side of the passage was a gloomy and dilapidated hotel corridor. That was not reality.

He tapped his arm repeatedly with his arms crossed. The current loss of control at the Caesars Grand Hotel wasn't too serious, and this supernatural passage would return to normal soon.

If they hadn't come to this supernatural place from the out-of-control room and connected to it in reverse, they would have been different.

This passage will not connect to the out-of-control room at all; it will only appear for a brief moment at ten o'clock.

As Wang Liang had expected, he hadn't been there long when the passage blurred and the location connecting to the other side changed.

Bright lights shone from the passageway, causing Wang Genquan, who was also waiting quietly to the side, to squint.

Upon seeing the clean and modern hotel corridor, Wang Gen's face lit up with excitement, and he rushed over.

Stepping out of the passage and into reality, Wang Genquan took a deep breath, his heart pounding.

He touched the wall next to him and felt that the texture was different from that in the haunted place. There was no cold aura seeping from the bricks. This feeling made his old eyes a little moist.

"It's out! Haha, finally, it's out!"

Slurp, slurp.
Large clumps of black hair fell out, disappearing from Wang Genquan's sight.

Wang Genquan touched his head, then held it out to his face. His hand was covered with freshly pulled-out, blood-stained black hair that was rapidly turning white, as if washed away by time.

At the same time, his skin was becoming wrinkled and dry at a visible rate. Wang Genquan turned to look at Wang Liang, who had just led his men out, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

"You're right, in the end, we can't leave, we just can't leave."

Wang Genquan collapsed to the ground, his body rapidly decomposing, as if he had been dead for a long time and had completely lost his life.

After his death, following a brief period of calm, his decaying body trembled, and the ghost within him began to revive.

Wang Liang walked over, and ghost blood gushed out from under his feet, easily sinking the corpse to the bottom.

Shaking his head, Wang Liang led the thirteen bouncing men behind him out.

A helicopter landed a few hundred meters from the hotel. Tong Qian walked over and took a gold box from a staff member.

Upon opening it, one finds a red candle that emits a faint smell of decay.

After obtaining the ghost candle, Tong Qian went outside the hotel and made a call using a satellite phone.

"I'm going to start taking action."

After saying that, he hung up the phone, took the ghost candle, crossed the cordon, and entered the area of ​​the faded ghost domain.

As soon as Tong Qian stepped into this area, she saw that her body had lost its color.

All that could be seen was a grayish-white expanse, with only the ghost candle in her hand and the ghostly face hidden behind her hair retaining its color.

Despite having prepared herself mentally, Tong Qian still couldn't help but feel a little startled.

She had never encountered any supernatural events related to ghost realms before, and she didn't know what effect such fading would have.

beep~
She had only stepped into the faded area, and hadn't yet entered the thick fog ahead, when Tong Qian suddenly felt her phone vibrate in her pocket.

It's not a satellite phone, but a regular mobile phone.

'who is it? ’

With her phone vibrating incessantly, Tong Qian had no choice but to stop, cautiously look at the hotel shrouded in thick fog in front of her, and then take out her constantly vibrating phone.

But when she took out her phone and saw the screen, Tong Qian's pupils contracted, and she immediately threw the phone away, disappearing into the thick fog ahead.

She had just seen a strange image on her phone: a withered tree, fallen leaves, and a white-clad female ghost with black hair covering her face.

Tong Qian's eyes were serious. Such a situation was recorded in Wang Liang's file; it was the influence of Wang Liang's vengeful ghost.

'No, I need to light the ghost candle now. Wang Liang's ghost ability file is unclear; after what just happened, I might have already been targeted by a ghost.'

Tong Qian immediately lit the ghost candle in her hand. The ghost candle suddenly lit up, and the eerie green flame dispelled the surrounding ghostly presence.

At that moment, Tong Qian saw that her body, which had been illuminated by the firelight, had regained its color, but the firelight was very small, only covering a distance of about one meter around her.

Moreover, the flame of the ghost candle flickered, as if affected by something, and its burning speed was much faster than Zhao had said.

Tong Qian's heart tightened, and without further hesitation, she immediately took the ghost candle and stepped into the thick fog ahead.

After walking a few steps in the thick fog, you can no longer distinguish front from back, left from right, or hear any sound; the surrounding silence is terrifying.

Even though she could see the general outline of the hotel before entering, Tong Qian found herself lost even with the ghost candle in hand.

After walking forward for several minutes without reaching the hotel, Tong Qian became increasingly anxious.

The ghost candle in my hand had already burned down to a third in just a few minutes.

But while the ghost candle protected her, it didn't seem to shield her from the thick fog, and she still ended up getting lost inside.

(End of this chapter)