Mysterious Resurrection: Starting with Controlling Sadako

Chapter 80: Photos of Being Eaten
On the top floor, after waiting for a while by the conference table, Feng Bo frowned, sensing something was amiss, and spoke up:

"I'm afraid something has changed. It's been too long. If things had gone smoothly, whether it was a successful retreat or they didn't encounter anything, Sun Qiang should have sent word back by now."

Wu Chao was crossing his legs and putting them on the table, playing with his phone.

But upon hearing this, he couldn't help but frown and look up at Feng Bo.

"You mean those three failed? Died?"

Another female ghost tamer, Li Yu, exclaimed in surprise, "Impossible, Brother Feng! Three ghost tamers, plus the vengeful ghost from that supernatural event, and four professional mercenaries, and you couldn't take down a single one of them?"

Feng Bo pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses.

"I don't want to believe it either, but Sun Qiang and the others know the killing pattern of that ghost in the subway, so they won't fall for it."

But now no news has come back, so the problem can only be with Wang Liang.

Upon hearing this, Li Yu stood up, looking somewhat uneasy.

"Shouldn't we go support Sun Qiang and his group now? If the attack on the city's leader is exposed, then we..."

"Sit down, Li Yu," Wu Chao said coldly.

Li Yu trembled and sat back down.

"Those few good-for-nothings can't even do a simple task properly, they only cause me trouble."

Wu Chao turned his head to look at Feng Bo, a cruel smile on his face.

"Old Feng, go and get the Ghost Bowl. It's a good thing that was just delivered over there. I didn't expect to have a chance to use it so soon. Let's test its effect on this Wang Liang."

Feng Bo nodded silently, got up and went to a compartment in the inner room, where he opened a safe.

The inside of the cabinet is made of pure gold, so the entire cabinet is obviously made of gold, only covered with a layer of iron.

There was only one item in the cabinet: a dark blue ceramic alms bowl, shaped like the kind of vessel Buddhists use to beg for alms.

In terms of appearance, it has a flat bottom and a small mouth, but looking inward along the mouth of the bowl, you can't see the bottom at all. You can only see a bottomless darkness, as if you are staring into an abyss, exuding a faint chill.

Feng Bo carefully picked up the dark blue bowl, walked back, and placed it in the center of the conference table.

Wu Chao had already put his legs down from the table, and his usual lazy and casual expression had disappeared. He looked at the dark blue bowl on the conference table with a serious expression.

"Hmph, prepare the supplies, call someone up, and use this ghost bowl to take down Wang Liang. That would be an honor for him," Wu Chao said coldly.

Feng Bo pressed a special button installed on the conference table.

At this moment, Li Yu got up on her own, operated the computer next to the conference table, and started the printer to print something.

Soon, the elevator doors opened on the top floor, and two men who looked like security guards escorted a nervous-looking middle-aged man out and to the conference table.

The two security guards kept their heads down the whole time. After bringing the person up, they went back down the elevator, leaving the middle-aged man standing alone to the side.

Li Yu had just finished printing and was holding a freshly printed color image when she came to the conference table.

The picture shows Wang Liang carrying his luggage as he walked out of Da'an City Airport, looking around for the vehicle that was supposed to pick him up.

It was taken secretly by Gao Yan when he went to pick up Wang Liang, and then sent to Yong Sheng Club.

In retrospect, this was not only to convey the appearance of the new person in charge to Yong Sheng Club, but also for some more unsettling and bizarre purpose.

Li Yu pushed the photo in front of the middle-aged man, then sat back down in her seat.

"This, this is..." The middle-aged man stared blankly at the photograph in front of him, unsure of what to do. "Throw this photograph into this bowl, then wait quietly. That's your task," Feng Bo instructed.

The middle-aged man picked up the photo in front of him and then looked at the bowl on the conference table that was emitting a faint black aura.

"Yes, if I do this, will all my debts be wiped out, and will you spare my wife and daughter?"

The middle-aged man felt that the dark blue bowl on the table was not right; it exuded a distinct chill.

The bowl was emitting eerie black smoke, and especially as he got closer, he felt a strange unease.

If he could, he wouldn't want to do what they said.

But he had no choice; he owed these people a huge sum of money, money he could never repay even if he worked his whole life.

"Speed," Wu Chao said impatiently.

“That’s right. If you do as instructed, your wife and daughter will be fine, and your debts will be cleared up,” Feng Bo said.

"Okay, I'll do it then."

The middle-aged man swallowed hard, took the photo, and walked to the dark blue alms bowl.

Black smoke drifted from the mouth of the bowl, and the darkness inside seemed bottomless, yet it was clearly just a bowl the size of a palm.

The middle-aged man couldn't understand it, but he still carefully placed the photos in his hand into the container.

The photo was placed in the alms bowl, but it did not sink completely; instead, it was supported by rising black mist and undulated within the bowl.

At first, nothing changed, but after ten seconds, while others didn't feel anything special, the middle-aged man suddenly felt that all the sounds in his surroundings were fading.

The environment became desolate, and everything seemed to be drifting away from him.

Squeak, squeak.
But one new sound grew clearer in his ears: the sound of some unknown creature chewing something.

The middle-aged man subconsciously looked down into the alms bowl in front of him, only to be horrified to find that the upper right corner of the photograph floating in the bowl had been gnawed on, leaving a missing corner.

Squeak, squeak.
The bottom left and right sides of the photo also suddenly have a corner missing, showing signs of being eaten.

The middle-aged man kept staring at the photo inside the alms bowl, and he clearly saw the whole process of the photo's corner mysteriously disappearing.

It was a sudden disappearance without warning, as if an unseen, shadowy rat had bitten off a corner of the photograph and swallowed it whole.

"This this!"

The middle-aged man's face showed fear. He took a step back in fear and looked up at the others around the conference table.

But they found that the others had all stood up at some point, their eyes also fixed on the photograph inside the alms bowl, their faces calm, as if they had expected it.

The photograph in the alms bowl is still changing; its four edges are constantly breaking off and disappearing, and the marks of being gnawed are spreading, soon reaching the location of the strange man in the photograph.

As for what would happen after the man in the photo's location was eaten away, the middle-aged man didn't know, but he felt it wouldn't be a good thing.

As the area where the photograph is chewed away and disappears gradually approaches the person in the photograph.

At that moment, the middle-aged man also felt as if there was an invisible creature beside him, sniffing his body.

His breath caused goosebumps to rise unnaturally on his skin.

(End of this chapter)