Mysterious Resurrection: Starting with Controlling Sadako

Chapter 197 Flickering Candlelight (Third Update)

The bus stopped at the bus stop, and the front and rear doors opened.

Inside the car, a middle-aged man dressed in ordinary clothes but with a blank expression suddenly stood up and walked towards the rear door.

"Did a ghost get off the bus?"

The people in the car noticed the figure getting up.

Although there were no rotten or horrific parts on its body, its stiff movements were enough to tell the whole story; this was a vengeful ghost.

The dull-witted middle-aged man got off the bus, and the number of displays on the front of the bus decreased by one, becoming six.

Some people breathed a sigh of relief, as this freed up another seat in the car.

But soon, they saw Wang Liang stand up and follow the dull-witted man downstairs.

He grabbed the wooden ghost by the neck from behind and shoved him into the blood that had just gushed out at his feet.

Seeing this, someone in the car twitched at the corner of their mouth.

'No way, they're even hunting down ghosts who got off the bus? Are they here to buy goods?'

Moreover, they had noticed this before, and now they are even more certain of it.

As Wang Liang got out of the car, the number on the display screen inside the car decreased by one digit, becoming 5.

This sent a chill down the spines of many who noticed the change in the display screen; was this person a human or a ghost?

Wang Liang imprisoned the wooden ghost in the ghost blood. This kind of ghost, which was not very terrifying, was easy for him to grasp, and it could not resist the suppression of the slit-mouthed woman's supernatural power.

After resolving the issue, he looked up at the village outside the platform and then frowned slightly.

Because he saw a light suddenly come on in the dimly lit village in the distance.

No, that's not lamplight, it's candlelight from inside a lantern.

It was a white lantern with a black character for "offering sacrifice" on its surface, emitting a faint white light from the inside out.

But the surroundings were not illuminated; apart from the lit lanterns, it seemed even darker.

Behind the lit candlelight, however, was a terrifying figure that appeared close at hand, swaying and approaching with a lantern in hand.

Some ghosts, just by looking at them, make it clear whether you're easy to mess with or not.

"Something troublesome has come."

A blood-stained bone spear slowly emerged from the ghostly blood that had not yet receded from beneath Wang Liang's feet. He held it in his hand, ready to instantly impale the ghost as it approached.

But soon, Wang Liang's pupils contracted, because another figure carrying a lantern appeared in the distance and approached them.

And the number of lit lanterns is gradually increasing, with a terrifying figure behind each lantern.

"Is it some kind of supernatural superposition? These days, ghosts from all over the place can be superimposed, so you can't just use coffin nails easily."

Wang Liang stared intently at the spot. A ghost that could be stacked was no simple matter; he had to take it seriously.

A cold wind blew by, and a tall, sinister figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

The slit-mouthed woman's hideous mouth writhed and tore open, revealing two rows of sharp teeth with dried blood streaks.

“Hehehe~!”

A sharp, eerie laugh rang out in the dim light, sending chills down the spines of those who heard it.

Laughter spread forward, echoing in the darkness, weaving through dilapidated houses, crashing against walls and then turning back, overlapping each other.

The laughter gradually overlapped, becoming even more jarring and unbearable, with each laugh carrying two eerie attacks.

Killing with a gaping mouth, killing with laughter.

This laughter is indiscriminate, indiscriminate, and can be heard even by people on buses.

Only because of the eerie atmosphere inside the bus did they hear the laughter, but not the supernatural attacks hidden within it, thus they survived by sheer luck. The overlapping laughter spread to the figures holding lanterns in the distance, causing them to pause, their bodies becoming noticeably stiffer as they approached.

Some even stood motionless, and through the candlelight emanating from their lanterns, one could see the figures behind them, their faces contorted in a terrifying grin.

Snapped.

The lantern went out.

And this change continues; as the laughter grows and spreads, more and more lanterns in the distance are extinguished.

Dozens, then a dozen, until only a few scattered ones remained, still lingering and approaching.

When they reached within ten meters of Wang Liang, only an old man holding a lantern remained, walking stiffly as if unaffected by the laughter of the Slit-Mouthed Woman.

The slit-mouthed woman's laughter stopped, but the bone spear in Wang Liang's hand vanished into thin air.

The next second, under the movement of the ghost realm, it pierced through the old man's body and pinned him to the ground.

The lantern in the old man's hand fell to the ground, the candlelight inside flickered a few times, and then went out.

Wang Liang felt a little relieved upon seeing this and prepared to go over and imprison the vengeful ghost.

But suddenly he stopped and squinted at the front of him.

Suddenly, the lanterns that had been extinguished ahead lit up again.

The candlelight flickered in the lantern, illuminating the old man who had been nailed to the ground.

The flickering light that enveloped the old man seemed to refract light, causing a new figure to quickly appear beside him as the candlelight swayed.

A new old man appeared, still dressed in black cloth, exactly like the old man nailed to the ground.

The old man picked up the lantern from the ground, his eyes numb and lifeless, and continued walking towards Wang Liang, or rather, the bus.

Wang Liang stared intently at the old man holding the lantern. He had actually reappeared. Was this a restart or an overlap?

Wang Liang fixed his gaze on the lantern on the old man. It seemed that the flickering candlelight on the lantern had brought the old man back to life.

'You'll know once you snatch it.'

The old man, nailed to death in his coffin, was still on the ground, and Wang Liang did not put away his bone gun.

But in front of him, the figure of the Slit-Mouthed Woman vanished from its original spot and instantly reappeared in front of the old man holding the lantern.

A large, cold hand gripped the lantern's hanging rod, while the other hand seized the old man's stiff neck, which was marked with lividity.

The old man's body was restrained by the slit-mouthed woman, but he did not seem to be completely subdued.

Its movements froze, but its two lifeless eyes flickered, looking up at the slit-mouthed woman who was almost half a body taller than it, and seeing that bloody gaping maw that seemed capable of swallowing its entire head.

A thick layer of blood surged up from below, covering the old man's feet.

Several white figures wandered on the blood-soaked surface, and several pale arms suddenly emerged from the blood, grabbing the old man's calves and pulling him down.

Under the supernatural attack of two movie ghosts, the lantern in the old man's hand was snatched away by the slit-mouthed woman.

She herself was instantly pulled into the demon blood by Sadako's pale arm.

'Hmm? Seems easy enough, just for show?'

That solved the problem, which surprised Wang Liang.

He waved his hand, and the old television set behind him, which was shrouded in darkness, stopped superimposing the room and Sadako, instead fading into the air and disappearing.

This terrifying supernatural event, which was poised to unfold, was never used.

He seems to have misjudged something in this confrontation.

(End of this chapter)