Mysterious Resurrection: Starting with Controlling Sadako

Chapter 61 The Seventh Day After Death: The Ghost Returns

"I really don't know, everyone, what are you talking about?"

The hunchbacked old man wore a mournful expression, stubbornly refusing to tell the truth even when threatened, pretending to be innocent and bewildered.

Wang Liang waved for Fang Rui to move aside and then walked up to the hunchbacked old man.

With a cold expression, his black overcoat, illuminated by the dim candlelight in the room, added an invisible sense of oppression to his presence.

"There's a basement in the ancestral hall on the mountain. That's where you imprisoned Li Lengmei before, right? You chose her as some kind of symbol. You kept her like a wild beast, feeding her human flesh. How dare you!"

"And that dry well where we first met, was it where your village dumped the bodies of outsiders, or rather, where you threw in offerings? It was handled rather carelessly. Or did you use it as a freezer? To prepare food for the next 'Li Lengmei'?" Wang Liang said coldly.

"You, how could you..." The hunchbacked old man stared blankly at Wang Liang, his eyes filled with terror.

Seeing that the old man's psychological defenses were beginning to crumble, Wang Liang gave Zhou Kun a look.

Zhou Kun nodded to him, then turned back to continue grabbing the hunchbacked old man, clearly not understanding the look in his eyes.

Wang Liang sighed inwardly; doing it himself would lower the class.

But he still took out an ID card from his person and flashed it in front of the old man. Only by revealing his identity could he break down the old man's last psychological defenses.

“Interpol, city head Wang Liang. We know almost everything about your village. The evidence is conclusive; you can't escape punishment. Li Lengmei's grave in the cemetery is a cenotaph. Now tell me, where is her body? Tell me!”

'The absence of the Ghost Realm is a real problem,' Wang Liang thought to himself.

Otherwise, he would have already figured out the situation in this village long ago. Whether there are people in the graves, where the corpses are hidden, he could have just opened the Ghost Domain and swept it away. Why would he need to use these fragmented pieces of information to break down the old man's psychological defenses and force him to give accurate information?

What a hassle.

However, he was also relieved that it was the things he had found out the night before that made him lower the bar for this village in his mind once again.

I felt that the people here were not normal, and there was indeed a possibility that they would not properly bury Li Lengmei's body in the cemetery. That's why I had the idea of ​​digging up the grave and opening the coffin to confirm it, and it turned out that she was not there.

The hunchbacked old man looked at the rather official-looking document in Wang Liang's hand, then at the people around him, opened his mouth, and finally lowered his head and sighed.

"Sigh, she's buried behind the ancestral hall. She was a poor child, but I... there's nothing I can do. That's how it is in this village. This custom has been going on for many years. Sigh, I always said this kind of thing would be discovered sooner or later."

"Hmph, if you knew you'd be found out sooner or later, you shouldn't have done it in the first place!" Zhou Kun said.

"I...I didn't kill anyone, it was them, I just..."

"That's enough. Take him with you, let's go up the mountain." Wang Liang turned and walked out of the house.

On the way, the hunchbacked old man confessed everything.

It was largely the same as Wang Liang's guess, only more detailed.

Many years ago, the villagers began to worship a fictional god, but they did not believe it to be fictional; they sincerely believed in that god.

They even chose a goddess to serve as a vessel for the gods.

Each chosen goddess was confined to a shrine on the mountain. When the goddess tried to escape, she was chained and restricted from leaving.

At first, they only restricted the goddess's movements and provided her with normal food.

On certain days of worship, the goddess would be brought out, tied to a high platform, and worshipped by the villagers before being put back into the basement of the ancestral hall.

But later, at some point, the villagers became increasingly radical, and some even started to suggest feeding the goddess fresh blood and flesh as a sacrifice to the gods.

At first, this practice only involved providing the flesh and blood of freshly slaughtered animals, but in recent years, it has started targeting passing travelers.

Several goddesses have already committed suicide or died of illness because they could not bear the torment. Li Lengmei was the seventh goddess, and she committed suicide seven days ago.

The villagers dared not allow such people to be buried in the ancestral graveyard, perhaps because they themselves knew how absurd their behavior was.

In the end, only a cenotaph was erected in the cemetery, with the whole village helping to prepare it, while the body was hastily buried behind the ancestral hall.

The old man was assigned by the village to guard the mountain, though he wasn't particularly willing. But since he was alone and had the most free time, the hunchbacked old man reluctantly took the job, knowing he would receive extra money from the village each month.

"dig."

At Wang Liang's command, the three messengers obediently began digging again at the spot behind the ancestral hall, where the hunchbacked old man had pointed.

Half an hour before the arrival of the movie ghost, a corpse was dug out by the three men.

Without any soil to cover it, a pungent stench filled the air. A slightly swollen corpse with lividity lay in a pit, with insects burrowing in and out of its skin.

However, through the photo on the tombstone and the pale, swollen face of the corpse, Wang Liang could still barely recognize that the corpse was Li Lengmei.

"Next, wait."

The others exchanged glances and waited quietly for the final half hour.

With one minute to go until midnight, Zhou Kun saw Wang Liang take a rusty coffin nail out of the bag he had brought with him and hold it in his hand.

Then, he took out more than a dozen photos from his pocket and threw them into the pit in front of him, covering the area around the body.

'Could he be going to...? No way.'

Zhou Kun stared at Wang Liang in astonishment, and Wang Liang's next action was exactly what he expected.

Wang Liang unleashed the Sadako curse upon the dozen or so photos in the pit. The eerie, supernatural power spread, the photos becoming the medium, and the terrifying curse erupted.

Pale, twisted arms invaded reality from the photograph, one after another, digging into the mud.

One by one, resentful derivative Sadako figures crawled crookedly out of the photo, moving slowly and stiffly around the corpse in the pit.

The joints of the body made a creaking sound, like an old, rustling machine, which was eerie and unsettling.

Beneath the loose black hair of a dozen female ghosts, pairs of eyes filled with fierce resentment stared intently at Li Lengmei's corpse in the center, as if they were about to pounce on her and tear her apart at any moment.

A cold wind blew out from the pit, and the five people, including Zhou Kun, all took a step back, their faces showing surprise.

The hunchbacked old man even rolled his eyes and fainted without hesitation.

Although Fang Rui and Chang Feng, who were messengers, were ordinary people, they were still able to stand up at this moment, except that Fang Rui's legs were shaking a little.

Lu Huizhen, who had only recently become a ghost tamer, was in a similar situation to them.

This is already quite good. After all, even Zhou Kun, the city manager who is quite experienced in handling paranormal events and dealing with vengeful ghosts, did not expect that Wang Liang would be able to do this.

There were more than a dozen cold, resentful female ghosts, each of whom felt no different from ordinary vengeful spirits to Zhou Kun.

He felt that even if he used his supernatural powers, he could only fight against one or two of them.

Even if one attack can kill one, it would still require releasing more than ten supernatural attacks in succession. It simply cannot withstand the onslaught, and the vengeful spirit would be forced to revive prematurely!

"you you"

Wang Liang ignored the astonishment of the people behind him and stared at the watch on his wrist.

Just as the second hand of his watch was about to strike twelve, he took out the yellowed envelope and threw it, which landed precisely on Li Lengmei's corpse.

The moment the envelope touched Li Lengmei's body, an unbelievable and bizarre scene unfolded.

The envelope suddenly shattered, turning into dust as if it had aged and decayed, and finally nothing remained, disappearing into the air.

The descent time has been completely reset to zero, and the number of vengeful spirits that have already descended has also changed to:
2!

A terrifying ghost from another world has descended!

(End of this chapter)