Mysterious Resurrection: Starting with Controlling Sadako

Chapter 55 Great pleasure
After leaving Old Li's house, Wang Liang returned to the dry well where he had met the hunchbacked old man during the day.

This place is quite a distance from the nearest housing, so Zhou Kun felt reassured and spoke up:

"So this is it. The faint stench of decay in the village is stronger here. I felt something was wrong as soon as I got close. There must be something down in this well."

Wang Liang nodded without saying anything, and simply threw the two one-inch photos into the well.

Seeing Wang Liang's actions, Zhou Kun's lips twitched.

"Are you going to use supernatural powers again? We're just checking things out. How many times have you used the power of evil spirits since this afternoon? Aren't you sure there won't be any problems? I have a rope in my bag. I can actually go down and take a look."

"No need, it's too much trouble."

"Forehead."

After the photo fell to the bottom of the well, Wang Liang continued to extend Sadako's supernatural curse to the photo medium at the bottom of the well, summoning a derivative Sadako to check the situation at the bottom of the well.

But when he saw the situation at the bottom of the well through the perspective of the derivative Sadako, Wang Liang's pupils contracted.

Noticing the change in Wang Liang's expression, Zhou Kun asked:
"What do you see?"

"Corpses, mutilated and rotting corpses, more than one. They were disposing of the bodies in the cold bottom of this abandoned well."

Wang Liang's face was grim, both disgusted and shocked by the village's actions.

At the bottom of the well, beneath Sadako's feet, lay at least four or five rotting, foul-smelling corpses piled together, their flesh decaying.

In the areas that were not completely rotten, especially the face, there were obvious signs of tearing and biting, as if something had gnawed at them.

Moreover, judging from the clothes on these corpses, they don't seem to be from the village.

Although the clothes were dirty, they were still quite stylish. There were also some dirty, bloodstained travel backpacks at the bottom of the well. The bodies were most likely tourists who came to this area.

“They’re feeding people to something, using tourists who are passing through here. The corpses at the bottom of the well are food for something, or rather, offerings. That’s why the villagers looked at us strangely during the day; they were eyeing their prey,” Wang Liang whispered.

"What?! The people in this village are absolutely lawless."

Zhou Kun was furious upon hearing this and wanted to immediately order the village to be sealed off, but he calmed down when he remembered what Wang Liang had said during the day.

"Hmph, after this incident is over, none of the criminals in this village will escape!"

"Let's go, there's only one place left."

"where?"

"Mountain."

Late at night, Wang Liang and Zhou Kun climbed the barren mountain near the village, which is where the village got its name.

The mountain path is full of potholes and steps, and in some places there are no steps at all, only a sloping earthen slope.

But when the two arrived at the top of the desolate mountain, they discovered that a fairly well-decorated ancestral hall had been built there.

There was no one in the ancestral hall. After Wang Liang and his companion went inside, they could see seven memorial tablets placed on the platform in front of them, with names engraved on them.

Strangely, when Wang Liang approached, he discovered that the names engraved on the plaques were not all the same; some had the surname Wang, some had the surname Zhang, and on the newest memorial tablet at the bottom, the surname Li was engraved.

Li Lengmei.

It's the name of Old Li's daughter.

"Ancestral hall?" Zhou Kun followed a step behind and asked after seeing the memorial tablet.

“It doesn’t seem right, there are too few, and the surnames are too scattered.” After examining the memorial tablets, Wang Liang walked around the platform and headed to the back, with Zhou Kun following closely behind.

Go down a door at the back, through a corridor, and then there is a staircase leading downwards.

Upon seeing the staircase leading underground, Wang Liang's lips twitched. It seems every household really likes to build a basement.

Wang Liang and Zhou Kun descended the steps to the basement, where the sight left them both stunned.

The space, spanning several dozen square meters, was filled with a stench. The floor was covered with food scraps, rotting flesh, and yellowed bones—human bones, which may have been food before.

At the end, there was a chain connecting to the wall. The chain's shackles were open, but someone must have been tied to it before.

Beneath the chains was a dirty, smelly blanket, and next to it was a tattered quilt, intended for someone to stay here.

Considering the room where Old Li's daughter hadn't been lived in for a long time, and the fact that she died six days ago, it's likely that this was her residence before that.

"These people, these people..."

Zhou Kun's eyes turned red as he watched, never expecting that such a vulgar village existed in the area under his jurisdiction.

His finger trembled as he pointed at the basement, his mouth agape, but he couldn't utter a single complete sentence.

Zhou Kun is a ghost tamer who keeps company with vengeful spirits. He has witnessed many horrific scenes, but those were caused by the vengeful spirits. What is now being presented to him is the darkness of human nature.

Before his transmigration, Wang Liang was just an ordinary working man. He had only recently arrived in this world, and his psychological threshold had been rising rapidly in a short period of time. But this was the first time he had ever seen such a disgusting and cruel scene.

After leaving the cards there, Wang Liang frowned, turned around, and walked upstairs, not wanting to stay there any longer.

Arriving outside the ancestral hall, Wang Liang looked at the night sky and felt the cool night breeze, but there was always a faint stench in the wind that was hard to dispel. After seeing these scenes, the faint stench seemed to become more obvious.

Waited for a while.

Zhou Kun also came out of the ancestral hall, took a few deep breaths, and looked at Wang Liang, saying with a grim expression:

"It's great that paranormal events can happen in this place!"

Wang Liang glanced at Zhou Kun in surprise, not expecting him to say such a thing. It seemed that his impression of Zhou Kun was somewhat wrong; this person was not too rigid.

"Let's go. We've pretty much figured out the locations. We're just waiting for the moment it all happens."

Wang Liang left media photos near several suspicious locations, including Old Li's house, the dry well, and the ancestral hall on the mountain.

If any other supernatural phenomena appear near the photo, Wang Liang can detect them by the changes in the supernatural gray lines in his field of vision, and thus immediately release the Sadako curse to the past to fight against and imprison the descending film ghost.

the next day,
Apart from a few elderly people who couldn't walk and stayed at home, most of the other villagers went to the cemetery in the north to busy themselves.

Even when there's nothing to do, they chat idly nearby, as if staying at home would bring bad luck. They choose to gather together to fight against some kind of misfortune, which is also a kind of ritual for them.

Wang Liang and Zhou Kun did not go out today, staying at the hunchbacked old man's house to wait for the last dozen or so hours to pass.

Just past noon, Wang Liang suddenly noticed an unusual reaction from a photograph at the village entrance, as if a vengeful ghost or something supernatural was approaching.

This change prompted Wang Liang to transmit part of his consciousness to see what was happening at the village entrance.

Under Zhou Kun's numb and habitual gaze, Wang Liang closed his eyes again, a chilling aura rising from his body, its eerie energy spreading into the distance.

Uh, these last few chapters had some issues. I subconsciously veered towards traditional supernatural themes, focusing on exploration, mystery-solving, revealing the truth, and encountering vengeful ghosts. But that's not really the rhythm of a mystical revival. The rhythm of a mystical revival primarily comes from unknown vengeful ghosts and the thrilling confrontations with them. It deviated a bit. I'll speed things up tomorrow.

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