Mysterious Resurrection: Starting with Controlling Sadako

Chapter 51 The Seventh Day
Having decided to set off, the two did not hesitate. Zhou Kun immediately arranged for a driver to take him and Wang Liang to Wangshan Village.

On the muddy dirt road some distance from Wangshan Village, the driver said:
"Brother Zhou, it rained here a few days ago, and the road ahead is not suitable for driving. We might not be able to move forward in the end."

"Then let's walk over there. You can go back now. I'll contact you by satellite phone if anything happens."

"Yes."

Wang Liang and Zhou Kun got out of the car. Wang Liang was carrying a backpack, and so was Zhou Kun. Inside were the things they would bring when dealing with paranormal events, as well as some simple food.

Unable to pass by vehicles, Wang Liang and Zhou Kun trudged through the mud toward the village in the mountains.

“After you told me the name, I had someone check the information. This village is very small and remote. I didn’t find much information. I only know that the village arranges for someone to go to the city to buy some supplies on the 15th of each month. Usually, people rarely leave the village. The information that the village committee reports to the city is nothing special,” Zhou Kun said as he walked.

Wang Liang nodded.

"It's pretty much what I know. It seems I'll have to see how things go once I get to the village."

"Ah."

"By the way, do you know Zhou Zheng? He was the former head of Dachang City," Wang Liang asked.

"Zhou Zheng? That's my cousin. Sigh, he got into trouble in the 'Knocking Ghost' incident in Dachang City. Oh right, I've seen your file at headquarters. You used to teach in Dachang City, so that means..."

"That's right. I was the one who picked up Zhou Zheng when he came to No. 7 Middle School to give a lecture. I also experienced the 'knocking ghost' incident. You were his cousin. No wonder I felt that you two had similar personalities."

"Is that door-knocking ghost really that troublesome?"

"Very fierce."

After traveling for a while and chatting along the way, Wang Liang and Zhou Kun gained a basic understanding of each other.

After their trousers and shoes were covered in mud, they successfully reached the outskirts of Wangshan Village.

But as soon as they approached the area of ​​Wangshan Village, Wang Liang and Zhou Kun both frowned.

Because the air here doesn't have the earthy smell of the countryside, but rather a faint stench of decay.

It might not be obvious to ordinary people, but for those who frequently come into contact with corpses, they can immediately recognize the smell in the air.

There was no one at the village entrance, only a few skinny old dogs lying listlessly under the eaves. They didn't even bother to bark at the strangers who had arrived outside the village.

At the entrance of the village stands a crooked old locust tree, with several faded red ribbons hanging from its branches, swaying gently in the breeze.

Wang Liang noticed that the red cloth was stained with some dark brown stains, which looked like food stains or dried bloodstains.

Such details made Wang Liang secretly wary; the village chosen by the film ghost as its landing site must have had something unusual about it.

Of course, he might be overthinking it; the dark brown color might not be blood, but just other dirt.

“Here.” Zhou Kun also noticed the problem and hesitated before speaking.

"Go in first."

After Wang Liang finished speaking with a frown, he took the lead and walked into the village.

Zhou Kun cautiously glanced at the village, which was prone to paranormal events, once again, and then followed.

They walked along the dirt road in the village, with some houses on both sides being two or three-story brick and tile houses, while others were just adobe houses.

Some doors were tightly closed, while others were only slightly ajar, as if people had left in a hurry and forgotten to close them, allowing glimpses of the interior through the cracks.

Some of the clothes drying in the yard were still dripping wet, clearly indicating they had only been hung up recently.

After walking for a while, Wang Liang and Zhou Kun didn't encounter a single person.

"Wang Liang, you said a supernatural event would occur here. Has it already happened?" Zhou Kun asked cautiously, observing the surroundings. "No, there's something strange, but it doesn't feel like it. From what I know, something shouldn't happen here now," Wang Liang shook his head.

"Then why is no one here? It's unreasonable that there isn't a single person. It's impossible for everyone to be inside without making a sound. Even if this village is small, there are at least several dozen people."

"I don't know. There's too little information, so making wild guesses is useless. Let's walk around and see."

"it is good."

The two walked a little further and faintly heard the mournful and long sound of a suona horn in the distance.

The two exchanged a glance, quickened their pace, and hurried toward the direction from which the suona sound was coming.

As they passed a fork in the road, Wang Liang and Zhou Kun stopped simultaneously in unison.

It was only because there was a dry well in the field outside the fork in the road, with several green vines climbing on its outer wall.

Beside the well, a hunchbacked old man was listlessly throwing copper coins and paper money into the well, muttering to himself, but it was impossible to hear what he was saying.

Noticing the movement behind him, the hunchbacked old man focused his eyes and turned around.

Upon seeing Wang Liang and Zhou Kun, each carrying a bag, a hint of wariness flashed in the old man's slightly cloudy eyes.

Zhou Kun coughed softly, reached into his pants pocket to take out his Interpol ID, and took a step forward to speak.

Wang Liang noticed his movements and his face darkened. Who would reveal their official identity in this kind of environment? Do they really think that people in this atmosphere would cooperate obediently just because of an ID? This would only make the other party more wary.

Wang Liang stepped forward and pressed down on Zhou Kun's hand, which was about to take out his ID from his pants.

"Old man, we are..."

“We came here for hiking and stopped by the village, but we found that there were hardly any people around. Do you know why, sir?”

Zhou Kun was somewhat taken aback when Wang Liang interrupted him, but he quickly recovered and remained silent, letting Wang Liang ask.

"Except for some of the old folks who can't walk, everyone else has gone to help at the cemetery. There's nothing to see in this village, so let's go." The old man glanced at the two of them a few times and said in a hoarse voice.

Wang Liang leaned closer and could smell the cigarette odor on the old man, clearly indicating that he was a regular smoker. So he took out a pack of cigarettes from his bag, opened it, and handed it to him.

"Hey, the point of hiking is to see everything. Oh, there's a funeral going on here. Sigh, sorry, but since we're already here, let's go and give some money as a token of our appreciation. Old man, could you explain in more detail?"

The old man glanced down at the cigarettes Wang Liang offered him. These were premium cigarettes, far superior to the ones he usually smoked, which made him swallow hard.

After hesitating for a moment, the old man still took the pack of cigarettes.

“Sigh, Old Li’s daughter from the east end of the village passed away a while ago, and now it’s almost the seventh day after her death. People from all over the village are going to the cemetery in the north to help prepare the venue for the seventh day in advance.”

"Everyone went? Daughter? What happened that you left so early?"

The hunchbacked old man waved his hand, offering no reply.

So Wang Liang turned and asked:
"How long until the seventh day after his death? Now that we've seen him, let's go and offer some condolences."

"It will take a little over a day to arrive, so the village needs to make all the necessary preparations in advance."

More than a day!

Wang Liang's pupils contracted slightly, which was very close to the time of the film ghost's arrival. In fact, under these circumstances, it could be basically confirmed that the woman who held the seventh-day memorial service was definitely connected with the arrival of the film ghost.

Moreover, the fact that the ghost returned on the seventh day after the death, and that a ghost from a movie or TV show appeared, is hardly a coincidence.

Sigh, I'll definitely be able to control the second movie ghost within a week!
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(End of this chapter)