Mysterious Resurrection: Starting with Controlling Sadako

Chapter 60 Digging Graves
After receiving the seal and listening to Chang Feng explain its usage and function, Wang Liang shook his head.

It's a very weak supernatural item, and based on previous observations, it can only repel very weak evil spirits; it's ineffective against stronger ones.

Perhaps sucking more flesh and blood, or even draining people dry, would be more effective in repelling them?
If possible, then it might still be of some use.

Otherwise, this thing wouldn't be as effective as the Ghost Bell for him, since the Ghost Bell can at least sometimes have surprising effects.

"It's ineffective because the supernatural power on this item is too weak to counteract stronger vengeful spirits, but it can still be considered a supernatural item."

After offering a casual explanation, Wang Liang put the seal away.

Even if it's weak, it's still a supernatural item, so he certainly couldn't leave it in the hands of these three messengers and give them a chance to cause trouble.

Time passed, and night fell, dusk approached.
Wang Liang occasionally uses photographs as a medium to conduct paranormal surveillance of the entire village.

What Wang Liang found strange was that even though the seventh day after death was after midnight tonight.

But those people in the cemetery to the north started heading back before nightfall, including the Li couple.

These people had been preparing for the seventh day after the death of Old Li's daughter for many days. Now that the altar, wreaths, candles, and other decorations were all set up, they all went back to sleep as usual as the seventh day approached.

"Isn't there a custom of keeping watch at night here?" Wang Liang wondered to himself.

Zhou Kun looked over when he saw Wang Liang suddenly speak.

"what?"

"Tonight marks the seventh day after his death, but everyone who was buried at the cemetery has returned home, all of them."

"Maybe it's just for a meal, and then we'll go over?"

"No, they've been eating communal meals at the cemetery for the past two days, but now they've all come back, gone home, and are staying indoors. Ha, not a single light is on; it looks like they're planning to go straight to sleep."

"You must be feeling guilty," Zhou Kun mocked.

"Take a break, we'll set off at 10 p.m.," Wang Liang said.

"Row."

The three messengers, who were crouching in the corner, exchanged glances upon seeing this and let Fang Rui, who seemed the least threatening, go out and speak.

Fang Rui coughed and interjected:
"Well, then the three of us..."

"Of course, the three of you will come along too." Wang Liang looked coldly at the three messengers. "Or perhaps you trust me to deliver these messages to you, and aren't afraid I'll just throw them away carelessly?"

Fang Rui forced a smile.

"Don't worry, of course don't worry, but since you've asked us to come along, then we'll come along."

Actually, they were worried, and they asked to go over there to see if the person in charge would deliver the letter, as it concerned their lives. Now, it was just the right time.

The group remained in the room for the rest of the time.

The hunchbacked old man has returned, a little earlier than yesterday.

I went to check on the room and was surprised to find three more people, but I didn't say anything about it.

They were simply told not to wander around tonight and not to go to the cemetery to give gifts or attend the feast. There would be no feast tonight, but it would start tomorrow at noon. They were told to prepare the money beforehand and only after receiving the money would the villagers allow them to attend the feast.

After dealing with the hunchbacked old man, Wang Liang continued to wait inside for the final moment to arrive.

At 10 p.m., the five of them quietly left the house.

[Descent time: 1 hour and 58 minutes later.]

The time of arrival is exactly midnight tonight, which is also the seventh day after Li Lengmei's death.

This is why Wang Liang felt that this was not a coincidence; the film ghost must be related to Li Lengmei, and the arrival of the messenger made him even more certain of this.

After Wang Liang and the others arrived near the cemetery, by the moonlight, they could see rows of graves and tombstones standing there in the darkness, like dark figures silently watching them.

In front of the cemetery, a wooden platform has been erected, with wreaths on both sides.

There were more than twenty tables and chairs in front of the wooden platform, which were to be used for the banquet tomorrow at noon, but now they were empty.

Behind the wooden platform, in front of the nearest new grave, the tombstone is engraved with Li Lengmei's name. In front of it are two burnt-out candles and a basin filled with ashes.

Wang Liang and his group surrounded the grave mound.

"We still have over an hour left. Are we just going to wait here?" Fang Rui asked in a low voice. Wang Liang didn't reply, his eyes flickering as he looked at the new tombstone in front of him, lost in thought.

He stared at the three characters "Li Lengmei" engraved on the new tombstone, and the photo embedded on the surface of the tombstone, a photo of Li Lengmei.

She was a girl of about seventeen or eighteen, with pretty features, but her face was expressionless in the photo.

Wang Liang looked at the woman in the photo, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke:

"No, dig up the grave."

"what!"

The group looked at Wang Liang in surprise, and at the same time roughly understood why he had come here at 10 o'clock, even though the mail was supposed to be delivered at 12 o'clock.

“Digging up the grave? There are too many terrible things happening in this village. I need to make sure that Li Lengmei is really buried here!” Wang Liang said coldly.

"Isn't this being a bit too cautious? Is it really necessary?" Fang Rui said in a low voice.

"Shut up." Zhou Kun glared at Fang Rui. "Just do as I say. When it comes to things related to vengeful ghosts, it's always better to be careful."

After saying that, Zhou Kun went to the front of the stage, took a wooden chair, smashed it on the ground, and distributed the wooden sticks that served as chair legs to the three messengers.

"Dig quickly."

"Okay, okay." Fang Rui said with a bitter face, took the wooden stick and started digging the grave.

Chang Feng and Lü Huizhen remained silent, but after taking the wooden sticks, they also began to dig the grave.

Digging with wooden sticks was difficult, so the three of them used wooden sticks and their hands to dig for half an hour. They dug several meters underground and finally found the coffin.

After painstakingly removing the nails, the three of them worked together to lift the coffin lid.

But inside the coffin, all that came into view was a dirty dress.

"What! This is a cenotaph!" Fang Rui exclaimed.

Chang Feng and Lü Huizhen, who were standing to the side, also showed surprise, and their expressions were no longer calm.

There was no body of Li Lengmei here, so if they hadn't been stopped, they could have delivered the message normally.

The letter ended up being delivered to an empty cenotaph. Was the delivery a success or a failure?

"This..." Zhou Kun's eyes widened, and then he looked at Wang Liang.

"Indeed, this village is small but has a lot of trouble, always doing all sorts of fancy things. Let's go."

Wang Liang snorted coldly and turned to leave.

"Where?"

"We already know enough about that hunchbacked old man. Let's just lay our cards on the table and break down his defenses."

Wang Liang and his group ran back to the hunchbacked old man's house and went straight into the old man's bedroom.

Zhou Kun stepped forward and pulled the hunchbacked old man, who was still half asleep, out of bed.

"Hey, what's going on here?" The hunchbacked old man woke up with a start, looking at the people gathered around his bed.

"Young man, don't be impulsive. At worst, I'll just waive the rent."

"Where is Li Lengmei buried?" Zhou Kun demanded.

The hunchbacked old man's face stiffened, and his lips trembled slightly.

"Isn't it right here, in the cemetery?"

"Old man, you better tell the truth right now, or I'll shoot you, uh, I'll strangle you with both hands."

Fang Rui was also getting anxious. If they couldn't find the recipient by the deadline, it would mean the delivery had failed, and the vengeful ghosts of the post office would soon come after them.

Faced with the attack of the vengeful ghost, the two older brothers might not be afraid, and Huizhen could also put up a fight.

Old Feng also had items that could fight off vengeful ghosts, oh, he doesn't anymore.

He was just an ordinary person, and his gun was confiscated.

(End of this chapter)