Mysterious Resurrection: Starting with Controlling Sadako

Chapter 200 Zhang Dong mentions another man? (Three more updates to come!!)
Meng Xiaodong didn't say much, but that one sentence made Wang Liang's heart skip a beat.

What does this mean? Does it imply that Luo Qian is rigid and doesn't like this kind of outlier, or that he just doesn't like him?

Wang Liang subconsciously looked out the car window at the cemetery again.

Just then, the bus drove into a section of the cemetery.

The continuous mounds of graves suddenly stopped, leaving an empty space.

There was a path leading directly up a small hill.

In the dimly lit, eerie place, on a small hill surrounded by burial mounds, sits a simple wooden hut.

It was crudely built and looked shaky, as if it would collapse with a gust of wind, yet it inexplicably blended perfectly with the surrounding cemetery environment.

The bus didn't stop here; it just drove right past and got further and further away from the open space.

But just now, Wang Liang vaguely saw the door of the wooden house on the hill being pushed open.

A person stood there, his features obscured, only a tall, thin silhouette visible, gazing at the bus leaving the cemetery.

After the bus had completely disappeared, the figures in front of the cabin returned inside, the wooden door creaked shut, and the graveyard fell silent again.

The bus drove through the cemetery for a full half hour before finally leaving.

During this time, Wang Liang felt somewhat heavy-hearted, pondering what Meng Xiaodong had meant by those words. Could it be that he had really been targeted by Luo Qian?

Luo Qian is still alive now. If he were to die one day and suddenly came out to bury him, who would he be able to reason with?

However, this possibility is unlikely. The Seven Elders of the Republic of China tacitly abide by the rule of not interfering in reality, so they would not suddenly take him down as a contemporary.

Wang Liang's brows relaxed, and he felt that this didn't seem too serious.

And it's not just him bragging; he doesn't think he can beat Luo Qian in a fight, but he's really good at escaping.

The bus left the cemetery and drove on through a desolate wilderness.

But after driving for a while, an old forest appeared beside the road.

It was somewhat similar to the woods Wang Liang had just passed through when he got on the bus, but it wasn't the same place.

Two red lights shone dimly in the distant woods, appearing particularly eerie in the darkness.

You can vaguely see an old house sitting there.

The bus slowed down; it was about to stop at the station.

Behind the parking area, a winding forest path leads into the depths of the woods.

The path was overgrown with weeds, and even the stone slabs that made up the path were almost buried by weeds and soil.

This forest path leads all the way to the old house with its red lanterns lit at the end.

Wang Liang's gaze sharpened as he looked at the scenery outside the car.

'Zhang Dong's old house? Zhang Dong isn't dead yet. Meng Xiaodong really came looking for Zhang Dong.'

Wang Liang thought of the mummified bride in Zhangdong's old house, glanced at the mummified groom sitting quietly beside him, who looked no different from an ordinary corpse, and thought to himself:

Will Zhang Dong release the mummified bride now? If he does, should I capture her or ignore her?

Without much hesitation, almost immediately, the answer appeared in Wang Liang's mind.

"The groom is in my hands. If the bride comes out, you might as well take her. It's better to tear down ten temples than to break up one marriage. Zhang Dong should understand that, right?"

The bus came to a stop, the front and rear doors opened, and a blast of cold air rushed in, making one's hair stand on end.

Meng Xiaodong then picked up the bamboo basket from the seat next to him and slowly stood up.

She looked at Wang Liang and said with a smile:

"Young man, you locked up an old friend of mine at the last stop, and you've left his things with you. But could you give me him? I'm getting to know fewer and fewer people these days, so I'll just have to see him as much as I can."

Wang Liang was taken aback. At that moment, he didn't care that Meng Xiaodong was asking him for the old ghost carrying the lantern; instead, another thought popped into his head. 'You want to ask me for another man outside Zhang Dong's old house, right in front of Zhang Dong himself?'

Wang Liang quickly dismissed the idea and stood up as well.

"No problem, Mr. Meng, your request is very reasonable. After all, he is your friend. I'll get out of the car for you."

Meng Xiaodong smiled and nodded, then got out of the car with Wang Liang.

After getting off the bus, a pool of ghostly blood gushed out from under Wang Liang's feet, and several blood-red, ferocious arms lifted an old man up.

Freed from the suppression deep within the ghost blood, the old man trembled, broke free of those blood-red arms, and showed signs of revival.

But after glancing at the ghost blood on the ground, Meng Xiaodong picked up the old man who was about to revive, threw him on the ground, and stepped on him temporarily, causing the old man to fall silent again.

"Is this your friend?" Wang Liang opened his mouth, wanting to ask.

After Meng Xiaodong pinned down the old ghost, he reached into the bamboo basket hanging on his other arm.

He rummaged around under the cloth covering him for a bit and then pulled something out.

It was a rag doll the size of a palm, made of dirty old fabric, filled with something unknown, and smelling of rotting corpse.

The rag doll struggled in Meng Xiaodong's hands like a living thing, its two small cloth hands, barely covering its head, supporting Meng Xiaodong's aged fingers as he tried to pry it open.

When he exerted force, even the expression stitched together on his face was squeezed together, showing anger and anxiety.

With a kind smile, Meng Xiaodong handed the rag doll to Wang Liang.

"Here's a doll for you. Put a drop of blood on it, then let the doll go. It will attract the attention of the vengeful ghost and die in your place."

A scapegoat doll.

Wang Liang took it, and the rag doll struggled in his hands.

But when ghostly blood gushed from his hands and wrapped around the rag doll like chains, the rag doll returned to calm.

The substitute doll doesn't absorb ghost blood, or rather, it goes dormant once it does. When it needs the ghost blood, it just needs to be extracted.

Wang Liang's eyes lit up slightly as he finally managed to get something out of Meng Xiaodong.

For him, a scapegoat doll was much more useful than a ghost candle.

"Thank you, Elder Meng."

"Keep going, young man. And listen to me," Meng Xiaodong said.

“Mr. Meng, please speak,” Wang Liang said.

Meng Xiaodong's expression turned serious, and he said:

"Remember who you are, and always remember, only then can you be yourself."

Wang Liang's pupils widened slightly, and after saying this, Meng Xiaodong bent down, picked up the old ghost from the ground, and walked along the forest path toward the old house deep inside.

After Meng Xiaodong left, Wang Liang did not get into the car. After regaining his senses, he looked at the old house deep in the woods, wondering if Zhang Dong would release the mummified bride.

As the bus was about to start moving, no one emerged from the old house.

It's unclear whether Zhang Dong didn't want to release the mummified bride at the moment, or whether he knew Zhang Dong was lurking outside and didn't want him to capture the bride.

Wang Liang sighed and looked at the mummified groom inside the car.

"Brother, I've tried my best, but your time hasn't come yet."

About five minutes later, Wang Liang got into the car.

The bus started moving again, heading towards the fourth stop of this trip.

Three updates a day!! I'm begging for monthly tickets, recommendation tickets, anything you want, let me see your limits!
Today's episode involved the Seven Elders, so the plot was a bit bland. The next episode needs to be more exciting.

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