Meng Ze, Liu Xinxin, and Fatty, who had long since gone rigid, stared wide-eyed, their pupils trembling, when they saw the old woman take out half a charred phone and throw it into the brazier.
They recognized that half-burned phone, still fitted with the remaining half of a cat-face phone case. It was the phone Tie Ge had used for his livestream.
And when they saw the old woman immediately take out a bloodstained, charred bone, their composure utterly collapsed. They all screamed, even the tall and sturdy Meng Ze no exception.
“She really isn’t simple.”
Wang Liang stood calmly to the side, keeping his attention on the old woman’s every move the entire time, so naturally he had noticed what she had thrown in as well.
Those were the belongings of the man called Tie Ge from earlier.
From the looks of it now, after Tie Ge had been swept away by those sparks and disappeared, he had already become the old woman’s new “paper” to burn in the basin.
With his preliminary observation complete, Wang Liang prepared to make a probing move.
Ignoring the ear-piercing screams of the three people beside him, Wang Liang activated the ghostly supernatural power within his body.
At that moment, strands of foul-smelling, blackened blood flowed from his palms, and a thick stench of blood spread into the surroundings.
Black, viscous blood seeped from Wang Liang’s fingertips and slid down, dripping onto the ground drop by drop, gathering into a puddle. Like a swarm of dense black insects, it wriggled and spread toward the crossroads.
A bone-piercing chill radiated from Wang Liang, making Meng Ze and Liu Xinxin, who stood not far beside him, feel as though half their bodies were about to freeze solid. Terrified, they shifted their gazes away from the old woman and back to Wang Liang.
Especially after seeing the black blood dripping from Wang Liang’s hands, guttural “uh, uh” sounds came from their throats. They could barely even scream anymore. Their entire worldview had completely collapsed.
Fatty, up ahead, also felt the coldness coming from behind him, but he no longer had time to turn back and see what was going on.
Because the old woman in front of him had, at that moment, swept up a large shower of sparks from the brazier again. The sparks flickered as they drifted toward him.
Fatty made some unintelligible “aba, aba” noises. At some point, his pants had already become wet. Sitting on the ground, he braced himself with both hands, trying to shuffle backward.
But his body felt exceedingly heavy at this moment, and his trembling, limp arms simply did not have the strength to move him.
Fatty deeply regretted not losing weight properly in the past. And he felt as though he were now situated right on the boundary between ice and fire.
His back had inexplicably turned icy cold, while the sparks spreading toward him from the front brought with them a strange temperature that could not be called warm.
The heat of the sparks should have driven away the chill on Fatty’s body, yet Fatty only felt even colder. He could not obtain the slightest trace of warmth from the sparks ahead—only the palpitations brought by fear.
“Ah, no, no!”
The moment a few scattered sparks touched Fatty, he was immediately swept up and sent flying toward the old woman.
Just like Tie Ge earlier, Fatty’s body turned into a man of fire in midair, and as he neared the old woman, he vanished eerily into the air.
The ghost blood Wang Liang had released had only just spread to Fatty’s previous position. A little farther ahead was the area shrouded by the sparks drifting in the air.
Wang Liang held nothing back, fully driving the supernatural power of the two crashed ghosts within his body.
After ghost blood became a puzzle piece of Sadako, their supernatural powers overlapped, becoming even more dangerous.
The black ghost blood corroded the ground as it flowed into the area covered by the sparks.
The points of sparks seemed to be attracted, falling into the ghost blood and flaring into clumps of dark-orange ghost fire. When they came into contact with the ghost blood, they made sizzling sounds.
The falling ghost fire was extinguished, but a small piece of the spreading ghost blood was also missing.
More ghost blood flowed over again, filling the gap, but even more sparks fell from the air, forming clumps of ghost fire that continued to burn the ghost blood.
Relying solely on the ghost blood, even invading the area had become difficult at this point. But Wang Liang’s supernatural means were not limited to ghost blood.
As the ghost blood and ghost fire clashed supernaturally, another terrifying supernatural phenomenon appeared within the ghost blood.
At Wang Liang’s feet, the reflection of Wang Liang shown on the ghost blood actually broke away from beneath his feet at that moment. Within the world reflected by the ghost blood, it swayed forward step by step, its figure gradually transforming into Sadako with black hair covering her face.
After approaching the area covered by the sparks, the figure of Sadako within the ghost blood crouched down and stretched a pale arm toward the surface of the ghost blood.
The next second, that pale arm thrust ferociously out of the ghost blood. Sadako’s twisted body crawled out of the blood, hair disheveled, invading reality as she crawled forward.
It was not over yet. The ghost blood gathered beneath Wang Liang’s feet rippled and undulated.
The reflection that had originally disappeared after transforming into Sadako, after the ghost blood rippled once, actually appeared again.
And just like before, it began to detach itself from beneath Wang Liang’s feet, walking forward, turning into Sadako, and once more invading reality.
This was the result of the ghost blood and Sadako’s supernatural powers working together. It was a small discovery Wang Liang had made these past few days while familiarizing himself with his supernatural abilities and exploring his supernatural path.
Originally, after Wang Liang used Sadako’s curse to convert a reflection, the curse could not be released again in the same place within a short period of time. The reflection would temporarily disappear.
Only after the supernatural residue had completely dispersed would it recover. In the case of photographs, it could not recover at all; the surface of the paper would completely lose Wang Liang’s portrait.
But now, by coordinating it with the ghost blood and making the surface of the ghost blood ripple like waves on water, each ripple could be considered a new layer of water surface, presenting a new reflection.
In this way, even if there were no photographs around, or reflective objects such as phones and mirrors, he could continuously and rapidly release Sadako’s curse in the same place, constantly summoning derivative Sadakos.
Wang Liang held nothing back, fully using the supernatural power of the fierce ghosts inside his body.
Immediately, the rippling ghost blood, the glass surfaces of the buildings around them, and every place nearby that reflected Wang Liang’s figure were all cursed by Wang Liang using Sadako’s supernatural power, causing eerie changes to appear.
The black ghost blood spread toward the center of the crossroads. The supernatural power belonging to the ghost blood attracted the sparks overhead, and as the supernatural powers collided, it swallowed up the drifting sparks one by one.
Step, step, step.
One derivative Sadako after another walked out from the fierce ghost’s curse, their pale bare feet stepping on the black ghost blood on the ground. Their black hair hung loose, and resentful eyes flickered in and out of sight between the strands as they swayed into the area shrouded by sparks.
Their target was none other than the eerie old woman crouching in the center of the crossroads.
In a short time, more than a dozen derivative Sadakos had already appeared around them, their bodies exuding an icy aura. Together with the ghost blood on the ground, they invaded the range of the old woman’s spark-based supernatural power and closed in from all sides.
And this number was increasing at every moment.
Such a display of supernatural power was enough to broaden the horizons of most ghost controllers of this period and leave them feeling incredulous.
If the opponent were a ghost controller, it would be enough to easily wear to death those who controlled only one ghost, or even two ghosts.
Because although each derivative Sadako could be killed,
before being destroyed, each one was comparable to a weaker fierce ghost, and could only be destroyed through supernatural power.
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