Mysterious Resurrection: Starting with Controlling Sadako

Chapter 193 The Changed Digital Display
Lu Jun's heart sank as he was grabbed.

That's the hand of a vengeful ghost! You think you can just grab it too? And you actually managed to grab it?
Lu Jun felt a sharp pain in his wrist as it was gripped, and an even more chilling and piercing coldness crept up his skin and into his palm.

His hands were so cold at that moment that they almost lost all feeling.

Cold, superhuman strength, and irresistible—it felt as if I had been grabbed by a real, vengeful ghost.

And soon, Lu Jun's previously calm heart died.

He was horrified to discover that the vengeful spirit that had nearly paralyzed his body seemed to have vanished at that moment.

He had no ability to resist; he was completely overwhelmed by the infiltrating chill, and he couldn't even sense anything anymore. How could this be?!

Wang Liang gripped Lu Jun's hand and said coldly:

"Ridiculous."

With the Slit-Mouthed Woman's supernatural power amplified, Wang Liang continued to exert force, his grip on Lu Jun's wrist tightening even more, a terrifying combination of supernatural power and strange strength pressing down simultaneously.

"What are you talking about?! Ahhh!!" Lu Jun screamed halfway through his sentence and knelt on the ground.

Without any resistance from the ghosts or spirits, his wrist was torn apart by the strange force in the man's hand, and his bones were shattered.

The ghostly hand that had been pieced together at the wrist was finally snapped off at the wrist by the person in front of him.

The stiff, bluish-black hand fell to the ground with a thud, only to be immediately pinned down by the bloodstained bone spear in Wang Liang's other hand, plunging the room into deathly silence.

After snapping Lu Jun's wrist, Wang Liang raised his hand again and grabbed Lu Jun's neck.

The vengeful ghost was dismembered from his body, his neck was grabbed, and with a snap, Lu Jun's neck was broken. His face turned ashen, and his body immediately went limp.

Wang Liang released his grip, and Lu Jun, whose eyes had lost their luster, fell to the ground, becoming a corpse.

A pool of ghost blood gushed out from under Wang Liang's feet, sinking the nearly lifeless ghost hand and Lu Jun's corpse to the bottom in less than ten seconds.

Seeing this scene from behind, Xu Yin looked at Wang Liang with awe and thought to herself:
'Brother Wang's strength is on a completely different level from that of ordinary ghost tamers. That person gave me a very dangerous feeling, but in Brother Wang's hands, he was killed like a chicken.'

After dealing with Lu Jun, Wang Liang continued to keep an eye on the back door of the ghost bus, waiting for either a person or a ghost to get off.

But all the living passengers in the car saw Lu Jun get killed instantly, and they are now looking at Wang Liang outside the car with surprise and doubt.

This guy clearly wasn't going to let them off the bus, so why would they bother getting off to their deaths? Didn't you see Lu Jun, who was so arrogant just a moment ago, kneel down right now?!

No one got out of the car. Five minutes later, Wang Liang threw the bone gun back into the ghost blood.

"I'm leaving now. Clean up the bloodstains on the ground, and once the bus is gone, the streets can be reopened."

After speaking to Xu Yin, Wang Liang strode towards the front door of the bus.

Boarding from the front door and exiting from the back door is an ironclad rule on buses.

Unless the engine is turned off and the bus is stopped, it is best to comply, otherwise it may lead to danger or even cause the ghost bus to stall.

Ghosts blocking the bus, the bus being full, and the engine stalling – these are the three most dangerous situations on a ghost bus, especially when it's carrying many vengeful ghosts.

Wang Liang boarded the bus through the front door and entered the ghost bus.

As soon as he entered the inner carriage, he could feel an invisible pressure on him.

The vengeful spirit within him was subtly suppressed. Although he could still use it, he couldn't unleash its full power, as if the gears were rusted, making it strangely stiff and unresponsive.

Besides, Wang Liang himself inexplicably felt reluctant to move, even his steps felt slightly heavy, and he wanted to quickly find a seat and sit down quietly without doing anything. As Wang Liang got on the bus, the number 6, which had been displayed on the electronic display screen next to the driver's seat, suddenly jumped.

7!

Wang Liang certainly saw it, but he merely frowned slightly, without showing any surprise or saying anything.

He stared at the number for a few seconds before looking away from the display and at the driver in the driver's seat.

The driver sat upright in his seat, his face pale and stiff under his hat, his eyes empty and numb.

He exuded a heavy aura of death, and even his slightly open mouth emitted a faint, foul stench, making him look like a long-dead corpse driving a car.

But Wang Liang's gaze did not linger on the motionless driver; it swept over him quickly, and his focus was on the seat beneath the driver.

Then Wang Liang looked away and looked up at the carriage behind him.

Excluding the driver's seat, there are 35 seats in the carriage, and now it is almost half full, with more than a dozen people.

The number on the display screen is 76, which is the number of ghosts recorded on the bus, indicating that there are currently 6 ghosts on the bus.

But Wang Liang knew that one of the ghosts was this ghost bus, or rather, the fat corpse ghost under the driver's buttocks, which was the source of the bus.

In other words, of the dozen or so passengers on both sides of the car, five were ghosts.

After Wang Liang boarded the bus, it fell silent again; no one spoke.

Even the people who had been looking out the window lowered their heads again and pretended to be dead, not wanting to attract the attention of the man who had defeated Lu Jun in an instant.

Wang Liang glanced around and saw that most people were either looking down, leaning against the window, huddled in their seats pretending to sleep, or actually sleeping.

Of course, there were also a few people who were still looking at him with suspicion, especially the two people on his left and right in the back row.

Wang Liang scanned the group and made a preliminary assessment, identifying three of the dozen or so people as vengeful ghosts, while two more remained undiscovered.

Of the three vengeful ghosts he spotted, one was very close to him—a little old man sitting in the second row.

The old man was wearing an old yellow robe, his hands tucked into his wide sleeves, and his head bowed.

He is very short; when he sits, his feet can only lift off the ground, making him appear to be only about one meter tall.

But his head was very large, and he was bald. His ears stretched to the middle of his cheeks, making him look like an old little monk, but without any ordination scars on his head.

There was also a woman sitting in the third row by the window.

Wang Liang could tell at a glance that it wasn't human; the woman's exposed skin, including her face, was covered in horrifying stitches.

The crooked stitches that went in and out of the skin were like a child's scribbles, sending chills down one's spine.

Even from a distance, one could almost feel the chilling aura emanating from the woman.

The third one that Wang Liang suspected was a vengeful ghost was a thin man sitting in the middle of the carriage, near the back door.

He had very little flesh on his body, his dark brown skin clung to his bones, and his cheeks were sunken. He looked like a dehydrated corpse.

Most importantly, this ghost was wearing black trousers and a red vest.

The mandarin jacket had a large "double happiness" character on it, and the style of the clothes was old-fashioned, making him look just like a groom from the Republican era.

(End of this chapter)