Mysterious Resurrection: Starting with Controlling Sadako

Chapter 199 The Old Man Getting on the Bus
Wang Liang was startled; the anger that had inexplicably risen within him vanished completely, replaced by a sense of doubt.

Meng Xiaodong!
Why is she here?

However, if it were her, it wouldn't be surprising if she managed to get on the bus without his knowledge.

One of the Seven Elders of the Republic of China, Zhang Dong's mistress, endless invasion, and blockade of the past.

None of these titles are something Wang Liang can currently compete with, especially the second one.

To put it simply, the difference in ability between him and Meng Xiaodong is:
If he were to actually recruit tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of Sadako fans, it would seem like a huge force.

But that only makes it easier for the old man to invade from the past.

The gap is that big.

After a brief moment of astonishment, Wang Liang seemed to realize something.

'Yes, the village where the lantern-carrying ghost is located appeared in the original storyline. Meng Xiaodong got on the bus here.'

But she was already dead then; her spirit, an invading spirit from the past, had boarded the vehicle. So, perhaps she came this time to leave a backup plan? She probably doesn't live much longer—a few months? Half a year?

Thinking of this, a one-inch photo hidden in Wang Liang's clothes disappeared and instantly appeared under the ground outside the car.

Meng Xiaodong is not dead. The change in the number of displays on the car comes from the basket in her hand, not from Meng Xiaodong herself.

I'll leave a photo here, so maybe I can come back again sometime and find an opportunity to see what kind of backup plan Meng Xiaodong left here.

Maybe it's a vengeful ghost that was dismembered beforehand, endlessly invading. Even if it's just a dismembered piece of a puzzle, it would definitely fit Sadako perfectly.

"Young man, come and sit down, the bus is about to leave."

The old woman then smiled and waved to Wang Liang, who was standing at the front of the car, with a kind expression, just like an ordinary neighbor.

The door behind Wang Liang slammed shut, and the bus slowly started moving forward, leaving the dilapidated village and heading to its third stop.

After the bus started moving, Wang Liang paused for a moment, then walked over and sat down in his original seat on the other side of the aisle next to the old woman.

"Junior Wang Liang greets Elder Meng."

Without pretending not to know, Wang Liang greeted Meng Xiaodong politely.

Upon hearing Wang Liang's words, before Meng Xiaodong could say anything, the other people in the car who were pretending to be dead all changed their expressions.

When the old woman spoke, some people's expressions changed; they had initially thought she was a vengeful ghost.

But now that even Wang Liang was so polite in addressing them as a junior, their suspicions only deepened.

Who is this old woman?!

Meng Xiaodong's face showed a hint of surprise.

"Young man, do you know me? Did Xiao Qin tell you about me?"

"More or less, I had some guesses, but it seems I was right. I've heard some stories about your generation. Although many traces have been erased, some things have remained," Wang Liang said vaguely.

Meng Xiaodong nodded slowly, without asking any further questions, and then said with a smile:

"I've heard Xiao Qin mention you before. You're indeed a good young man. Your path is unique and commendable. Keep going."

"It's alright, it's alright, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. May I ask, Mr. Meng, is there something you need to do on this trip? About that village just now?" Wang Liang asked.

The other passengers in the car perked up their ears, eavesdropping on the two's conversation, feeling they might hear something extraordinary.

Listening to their conversation, they both felt that the world had become somewhat unfamiliar.

Some people were filled with surprise and doubt. The story of that generation? So there were ghost tamers in previous eras too? Was this old woman one of them?
To have survived until now, what kind of strength must that be? No wonder Wang Liang was so polite to him.

"Hehe, it's nothing, just visiting some old friends. I'm getting old, and my legs aren't so good anymore. I just happened to walk into this village and saw a bus, so I thought I'd take it," Meng Xiaodong said.

'I don't believe you for a second. You definitely left something in the village. You didn't just happen to walk by here,' Wang Liang thought to himself.

However, when speaking to outsiders, he remained polite:

"I see. When will you get off, Mr. Meng? If you're ahead of me, I'll get off and walk you part of the way."

Meng Xiaodong shook his head and smiled, "Thank you, young man. I'm getting off at the next stop, but there's no need to see me off. It's very close to the station, just a few steps away, so I won't take up any more of your time."

"That's it."

Wang Liang hesitated. What he really wanted to say was: "Should I help you with your funeral arrangements?"
He was somewhat concerned about the ghost inside Meng Xiaodong, but saying it directly seemed a bit impolite.

Meng Xiaodong's attitude towards him was quite good, but it wouldn't seem appropriate to directly offer to help him with his funeral arrangements.

They're perfectly fine right now; isn't this just cursing them?
The conversation ended abruptly, and the car fell silent for a moment.

Time passed second by second, and the scenery outside the bus changed again.

The bus passed through a place that made some people on board look terrified.

A graveyard.

The road was lined with countless burial mounds, stretching as far as the eye could see into the darkness.

The mounds rise up one by one, like small hills.

Some of the burial mounds are still relatively intact, and there is even a tombstone in front of them. Although they are a little far away, you can still vaguely see a blurry human figure engraved on it.

Some of the burial mounds had already partially collapsed, as if something had crawled out of them.

With so many burial mounds, it resembles a large cemetery.

As the bus passed by, the passengers felt their scalps tingle at the sight outside and silently prayed that it wouldn't stop there.

A cemetery where people are buried is far more dangerous than any forest, rice paddy, or village.

This is a haunted place; those burial mounds might not contain ordinary dead people, but rather vengeful ghosts.

If a bunch of vengeful ghosts crawl out and try to get on the bus, even Wang Liang might not be able to handle it. Once the bus is full, it's all over.

Wang Liang didn't think about how to bring up the issue of sending off Meng Xiaodong to his final rest, but instead looked solemnly at the cemetery outside the car window.

'The Endless Graveyard, the territory of Luo Qian, one of the Seven Elders of the Republic of China, is enough to bury powerful figures of the time. Is Young Master Meng getting off here?'

Thinking of something, Wang Liang looked at Meng Xiaodong, who was sitting quietly in her seat, and asked:
"Mr. Meng, are you getting off at this stop?"

Hearing Wang Liang's words, Meng Xiaodong turned to Wang Liang and smiled:
"The bus won't stop here this time. I haven't reached my stop yet, but it will be soon."

The others in the car breathed a sigh of relief. The old woman probably wasn't lying; thankfully, they didn't have to stop there.

After Meng Xiaodong finished speaking, as if he had thought of something, he said in a tone of admonition:
"If you take a bus and it stops here in the future, try not to get off here. Just stay in the bus."

"Why?" Wang Liang asked, puzzled.

Meng Xiaodong shook his head: "There's a rigid old guy living here."

(End of this chapter)