This malevolent ghost’s terror level wasn’t high. Wang Liang wanted to test the strength of the ghost blood, so he only used the supernatural power of the black ghost blood and easily suppressed it.
Wang Liang’s right hand turned abnormally pale, giving off an icy aura as he walked forward.
He came before the malevolent ghost, whose clothes had been completely destroyed, leaving its body naked and covered in large patches of corrosion. He seized it by the throat, and black ghost blood flowed from his palm, further suppressing it.
The stinking man—or rather, the stinking malevolent ghost—went limp. Gripped by Wang Liang, it fell completely still.
[Strange Record Value: 6%]
“Suppressing it was very simple. It provided 4% Strange Record Value. A very weak malevolent ghost, but better than nothing.”
Wang Liang held the malevolent ghost in one hand and the bell in the other, then walked outside. This was what he had gained from this trip.
Although this rusty ghost bell’s function was to attract malevolent ghosts, equivalent to a white ghost candle, that was not entirely a bad thing.
At certain moments, the ability to attract malevolent ghosts could have miraculous effects and save a lot of trouble.
Wang Liang, gripping the rotting naked man, climbed back up into the house above. By now, the stench inside the house was no longer as overpowering.
With the source gone, as long as the rotting corpses here were dealt with, it wouldn’t take long for the smell in this area to return to normal.
Since the malevolent ghost had already been suppressed and the thing attracting ghosts had also been found, Wang Liang originally intended to leave Lan Village just like that.
After all, although the stinking malevolent ghost had been suppressed by him, the foul odor here had not completely dissipated. Staying here for too long was still rather disgusting.
But after taking only a few steps, Wang Liang thought for a moment. To be safe, he raised the rusty wind chime in his left hand and shook it gently.
Jingle, jingle~ Jingle, jingle~
Out in the open, as the ghost bell shook, an ethereal ringing echoed throughout the entire Little Lan Village, adding a strange atmosphere to this demolition village that had long been sealed off and deathly silent.
Supernatural objects all had side effects. As he shook the ghost bell continuously, Wang Liang could feel a chill spreading from the rusty ghost bell toward his palm, but it wasn’t serious. It merely felt cold, something even an ordinary person could endure.
However, for the ghost bell, its very effect was its greatest side effect.
After shaking it for seven or eight seconds, Wang Liang suddenly sensed something abnormal. He stopped what he was doing and looked toward the undemolished area on the western side of the village.
There, at some unknown point, a black figure had appeared in front of a dilapidated house, waving at him from afar.
“There really is another one. Was it already nearby, or was it attracted from farther away by the sound of the bell spreading outdoors? Tsk. I really have gotten a bit carried away. This bell can’t be shaken carelessly.”
A malevolent ghost drawn over by the ghost bell would immediately trigger its killing pattern the moment it arrived.
At that instant, Wang Liang’s body rapidly stiffened, and his face visibly turned blue.
The blood flowing through his body congealed into clots. His heart inexplicably split open and stopped beating.
This was a terrifying killing pattern that meant certain death. By the time he realized it, it had already taken effect on him.
“With this level of attack, this ghost…”
Smack.
From the glass behind the black-clothed ghost waving in the distance, a pale arm suddenly reached out. It grabbed the black-clothed ghost by the neck and violently dragged it against the glass.
The black-clothed ghost’s half-rotten head slammed into it, cracking the glass with spiderweb-like fractures.
Wang Liang let go of the stinking malevolent ghost and the ghost bell in his hands. Finally, stiffly, he took a rusty coffin nail from the pocket of his coat and threw it with force toward the distance.
Then his body went completely rigid. Patches of livor mortis appeared on his skin. He fell straight backward onto the ground, stiff as a board. His breathing stopped, his body rapidly rotted, and he died very peacefully.
But very soon, a new Wang Liang walked out from the half-destroyed house beside him and strode over. As he walked, his arm turned pale, and black ghost blood seeped from his palm.
Arriving in front of it, Wang Liang bent down and once again grabbed the stinking malevolent ghost, which had only just begun to stir.
The supernatural powers of Sadako and the ghost blood suppressed it once more. With his other hand, he took his phone, satellite phone, and other items from the clothes on the corpse lying on the ground, picked up the ghost bell, then stood up and looked ahead.
The result had already appeared in the distance.
The pale arm that had reached out from the glass was pinning the waving ghost by the neck against the glass. Two cold supernatural forces were colliding, locked in a stalemate.
But the supernatural strength of a single derivative Sadako was clearly not quite enough. The half-rotten head of the malevolent ghost, which had been seized and slammed against the glass, was slowly drifting away from the glass.
But when the coffin nail flew over, another pale arm suddenly reached out from the cracked surface of the glass, caught the coffin nail, and then stabbed it into the waving ghost’s forehead.
With a pffft, the tip of the coffin nail sank into the waving ghost’s forehead. The two pale arms released it and retracted back into the glass.
As for the waving ghost with a coffin nail driven into its head, it collapsed to the ground with a thud, motionless. It had been directly pinned down by the coffin nail.
“Troublesome thing. It made me use a restart. But there really was a problem with my mindset. A ghost drawn over by the ghost bell attacks immediately. I can’t act without scruples just because I have an alternative form of restarting. If this time had been an attack on my consciousness, wouldn’t that have been troublesome? The ghost bell still has to be used cautiously.”
Wang Liang did not relax just because he had dealt with this ghost that possessed a certain-death pattern. Instead, he stood where he was, deep in thought, seriously reflecting on himself.
He had to admit that because he had controlled a crashed ghost right from the start and had then easily suppressed the stinking ghost, he had subconsciously grown somewhat overconfident. He lacked the caution a normal ghost controller should have when facing a supernatural incident.
After all, although his opening had been rather explosive, encountering several malevolent ghosts of extremely high terror level in succession—so explosive that his Strange Value had quickly filled up an entire round—
The process by which he controlled malevolent ghosts had truly been too simple.
But this world was terrifying and dangerous. Even inhuman ghost controllers who transferred their consciousness and used a human consciousness to control the body of a malevolent ghost did not dare claim they could steadily handle any supernatural incident. There was still the risk of their consciousness being attacked and dying, let alone the fact that he had currently only controlled a crashed malevolent ghost.
He still could not be careless.
Wang Liang came before the waving ghost. This ghost’s terror level was not low. It possessed a certain-death killing pattern: waving to kill.
Although it did not have a ghost domain, the intensity of its attack was much stronger than that of the stinking malevolent ghost. It was just that, after encountering a nearly unsolvable killing weapon like the coffin nail, it still had no room to resist.
While waiting for the Strange Value to be recorded, Wang Liang sensed the condition of his body.
He had just used a restart, but he did not feel even the slightest palpitation, unlike the first time.
This was most likely because Sadako had fused with the ghost blood puzzle piece and become more complete.
In other words, he could now use restart three times in succession within a short period without any problem. At least three times.
The Strange Value finished recording, rising from 6% to 17%.
It had increased by 11%, almost three times that of the stinking malevolent ghost, but it still could not compare to the Knocking Ghost.
At the time, the Knocking Ghost had given him 27% Strange Value, and it had seemed that it could still rise a little more. All of this showed that the Knocking Ghost’s terror level was high enough.
After all, it was the mutilated body of one of the Seven Elders. Even if its supernatural power had been dismembered before, its terror level was still very high.