Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

Chizuka Village.

There's not much nightlife in the mountain village. Normally, once night falls, every household should close their doors and prepare to go to sleep.

However, because the village festival was approaching, the offerings had not yet been prepared. The clan uncle led the young people of the village down the mountain to see if they could find any leftovers, and they had not returned yet, so the lights were still on in a few houses in the village.

Suddenly, at some point, all the few scattered lights in the village went out.

An elderly man was shouting at the top of his lungs in his yard, "Zhizhuang! The power's out!"

Zhi Zhuang was the village electrician. Hearing the shouts, he carried a ladder out of the village and headed towards the utility pole at the village entrance.

However, just as he stepped outside, "Knock, knock, knock—"

A crisp knock came from behind.

Zhi Zhuang turned around and saw a person, whose gender he couldn't tell, standing at his door in the darkness, raising an irregularly twisted arm and banging on his door.

"Clang, clang, clang—"

The person didn't speak, but just banged on the door, pressing his entire body against the door panel as if trying to squeeze through the crack!

Suddenly, Zhizhuang noticed that there were bloody handprints left on the door panel where the person had slapped!

He immediately felt a jolt, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head!

Clang!

The ladder that Zhi Zhuang was carrying fell to the ground with a jarring sound that was extremely loud in the quiet night.

Immediately, the figure who had been knocking on the door of the Zhuang family slowly turned around upon hearing the sound...

It was a dark, bluish-gray face with sunken eyes, five bright red handprints on its face, and no color in it.

When he finally saw the figure's face, Zhi Zhuang's own face began to twitch and contort with extreme fear. His mouth opened little by little, trying to scream, but no sound came out.

"Huh? Huh?"

A weak, hoarse voice came from the ghostly figure knocking on the door. A blood-stained man, head tilted, staggered toward Zhizhuang. "So, so you weren't home..."

As the figure drew closer, Zhi Zhuang felt increasingly short of breath!

As the figure drew near, bang!

Zhi Zhuang's eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted.

In his last moments before losing consciousness, Zhizhuang had only one thought in his mind: This thing is here to take my life?

What does the handprint on his face mean?

Did I slap him when I killed him?

I don't remember...

This shows that Zhi Zhuang was being a bit delusional; the slap on the male ghost's face was thanks to Yang Ning, and had nothing to do with him.

On the other side, the old man who had just yelled "The power's out!" at Zhizhuang's house had just turned around to go back inside when—bang, bang, bang—

There was a knock on the door behind him.

At the far end of the village, a middle-aged man named Zhichang, who had already gone to bed, was suddenly awakened from his sleep. He heard a series of clanging sounds.

A knock came from the gate of his own yard.

On the west side of the village, an old man was standing there, wiping himself with cold water. A basin of cold water had just been poured over his head with a "whoosh," thud, thud—

Something was knocking on the gate.

That night, in Qianzhi Village, knocking rang out on the doors of every household where someone was home.

In the very center of the village, Naoki, who had lost an arm, ran back to his own yard like a madman!

He slammed the door shut and locked it with a chain!

He ran back to the inner room, hid under the bed, trembling and panting heavily. This old man, who had been fierce in the village all his life, was now lying on the ground, not daring to lift his head. His wrinkled face was covered with snot and tears, looking utterly pathetic.

He took out his phone and dialed 110, but the signal was bad and he couldn't make the call.

Naobayashi refused to give up and kept dialing, "Signal, signal, please, give me a signal!"

"God, if I survive this, I'll definitely get the mobile company to come and install a base station! I definitely will!"

As if divine intervention had heard his prayers, Naoki finally got through on his next call.

"Feed? 110—"

"Hello! Is this 110?! There's been a murder in Chizuka Village! Come quick!"

"Hello, please wait a moment. Our officers are on their way. Please wait patiently."

"Patience my ass! This is a matter of life and death! Hurry up!"

"Okay, I will urge the relevant personnel. Please wait patiently."

"My patient old man—"

"Beep beep beep—"

Hearing the busy tone on the phone, Naolin was stunned and muttered, "What a bunch of idiots!"

He continued to hide under the bed, trembling.

A few minutes later, his phone rang.

Naobayashi answered the phone hastily, "Feed?!"

"Hello, did you call the police? We've arrived, could you please open the door?"

"W-How did it get here so fast?!"

"You said it, human life is of paramount importance."

"Okay, okay, you wait here, I'll go open the door for you!"

Naolin crawled out from under the bed with his severed arm, ran all the way to the back of the courtyard gate, tore off the iron chain, opened the gate a small crack, and stuck his head out to look outside.

However, the village outside was pitch black, and apart from the occasional knocking on the door and the urgent barking of dogs from other houses, there was no other sound.

Of course, there was no one in sight, not a single living person.

"Damn it!"

Naoki cursed and locked the door again, hung up the chain, then turned and ran back to the inner room to lie under the bed.

It seemed that running back and forth had made him sweat, and Naorin felt a bit cold this time as he lay under the bed.

It was late at night when Naolin was about to need to urinate and couldn't hold it in any longer. He tried to crawl out from under the bed, but just as his head emerged, a cold little foot stepped on his head!

Then, a line of blood-red words appeared on the ground in front of him: "Are you really going to go out? It'll hurt a lot!"

Naolin shuddered and retreated back under the bed.

This time, Naorin felt an even stronger urge to urinate.

In the end, Naolin wanted to finish the job on the spot, but suddenly, a chill came from the side. Naolin turned his head and saw that the little boy with half of his limbs missing and his face covered in blood was looking at him with a strange and sinister smile.

At the same time, the little boy pointed to the bed board above their heads.

Naolin looked up, and there was another line of blood-red text: "Do you really need to pee? It'll hurt a lot!"

Naolin: "..."

"ah!!!"

"Ah, ah!!!"

Two piercing screams rang out from the courtyard of the Naolin family.

The first sound came from Naolin glaring at the two brats who had been toying with him, letting out an indomitable roar as he released the torrent of anger that had been building up in his bladder.

The second sound came from his only remaining arm, where a soul-piercing pain surged forth!

The little turtle used its serrated shark teeth to bite hard into Naoki's intact arm!

It wasn't just Naolin's family; throughout the entire village of Senjiro, heart-wrenching screams echoed through every household that night!

......

Baiyun Temple.

Cao Mingliang glanced at the two shadows behind him by candlelight. He pretended not to notice them and turned around, only to find that there was nothing behind him.

However, the shadow on the ground definitely existed.

That person was incredibly agile; was they playing hide-and-seek with me?!

Cao Mingliang was furious, so this time he turned around quickly!

I still haven't seen that person.

Cao Mingliang's heart began to race; the scene before him seemed to transport him back to that night at Qingshan Hospital.

For some reason, Cao Mingliang remembered the dead man who had once shared a bed with him.

At that very moment, Cao Mingliang suddenly noticed that one of the two shadows on the ground had moved.

At the same time, footsteps could be heard outside the door.

......