Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

This time, a man appeared before Cao Mingliang.

A man who looked about the same age as him, but a bit more handsome, wearing a blue Taoist robe.

The man also carried a wooden sword on his back.

Upon seeing Cao Mingliang for the first time, he glanced at him, looked directly behind Cao Mingliang, and asked, "You've got some nerve, haven't you?"

Cao Mingliang nodded: "That's right, I'm brave—"

"Shut up."

The man said coldly, "I wasn't talking to you."

With that, he drew the wooden sword from his back and shouted sternly, "Get off him!"

"Otherwise, I'll strike you down with one sword stroke and kill you both!"

Cao Mingliang: "???"

Suddenly, Cao Mingliang noticed two shadows on the ground, one of which jumped to one side!

Immediately afterwards, he felt a lightness all over his body!

The feeling of being sick with a headache, fever, and general weakness is gone!

The man standing at the door stepped forward with a wooden sword in his hand. With a wave of his hand, a talisman burned to ashes. He grabbed the ashes of the burned talisman and threw them into the air. Cao Mingliang immediately felt that there was an extra "thing" in the room!

He turned around and saw a dead man squatting on the table with the black and white photos on it!

This dead man, Cao Mingliang, seems familiar!

Because he and it had once slept under the same blanket in the Qingshan Hospital!

Cao Mingliang: "?!"

Beside him, the man glanced at the dead man, then at Cao Mingliang, his expression gradually changing; "I said, did you do something to wrong him?"

Cao Mingliang stepped aside and nodded, saying, "Yes, it has indeed been bothering me for a while, making me look like a ghost. It really has wronged me."

The man pointed the wooden sword at Cao Mingliang and said, word by word, "I'm asking you, have you done anything to wrong anyone?"

Cao Mingliang: "..."

"We shared a bed, does that count?"

The man paused for two seconds, then asked, "Who initiated it?"

Cao Mingliang immediately lowered his head. "I was the one who climbed into his, her, and its bed on my own initiative."

The man immediately looked enlightened. He sheathed his wooden sword and said disdainfully, "So you're a scumbag? You slept with me and now you want to run away?"

Cao Mingliang had nothing to say.

He turned to look at the dead body. Last time at Qingshan Hospital, it was night and the lights were off, so he couldn't see clearly. Now, looking at it again, he saw a bluish-gray face and pale skin. But upon closer inspection, it seemed that the person was indeed a girl.

Boom!

In that instant, thunder roared in Cao Mingliang's mind!

What the hell is this?!

As he scrutinized the dead man, the dead man also scrutinized him. The cold, lifeless man's small mouth opened slightly, uttering two chilling words: "Responsibility!"

"Cough, cough!"

A man carrying a wooden sword stepped forward and said to the dead man, "Well, that's a bit much. What kind of living person takes responsibility for a dead person?"

The dead body made a move as if to pounce on Cao Mingliang. The man turned around with a look of unbearable disapproval, patted Cao Mingliang on the shoulder, and said, "Brother, this is the cause of your illness. You'd better deal with it."

"Well, this is the only relatively clean room in my Taoist temple. You can stay here for a couple of days. You just need to take care of your own business."

"Um, I'll be going now!"

After saying that, the man picked up the black and white photos on the table, turned around and left, closing the door behind him as he went.

Inside the room, a candle burned with a dim light, leaving only Cao Mingliang and the female ghost staring at each other.

Snapped!

Soon, several white "囍" characters were gently affixed to the doors and windows by a woman with a swaying waist in the night breeze.

That night, someone happily entered the bridal chamber, but whether they shared a bed or not, that's a question for Cao Mingliang—whether he had the courage to mount his horse and take up his spear!

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One day, two days, three days.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and the day of the village festival in Chizhi Village arrived.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

"You lot, stop causing trouble! This is the village festival, it's a big deal!"

"You need to pay attention to your appearance!"

"Seriously, everyone!"

Yang Ning instructed the kids to wash up and tidy himself up. He changed into a new set of white clothes and pants of the same style, his glasses were polished to a shine, and there wasn't a single eye booger on his face. Under Bei Bei's almost obsessive care, every single eyelash was gleaming!

The other little devils hand out towels, boil water, test the water temperature, and squeeze toothpaste; the main feature is a fully automated service!

As for Yang Ning himself, he stood there with his hands outstretched and his mouth open, motionless.

Yes, even brushing his teeth is done by Beibei holding the toothbrush and brushing them bit by bit for him.

At first, Yang Ning wasn't quite used to it, but with Bei Bei's insistence, she passively accepted it.

While the kids were busy, Fatty Sun, swinging his intestines, came over with Baldy Little carrying a toilet!

"Chengcheng! You need to poop during the village festival too! I know you're not used to the squat toilets in this village!"

"I went with Little Baldy to the nearest hotel in town and stole a toilet!"

"Don't worry! We know the toilet is expensive, we've already paid for it!"

Yang Ning: "..."

He looked at the two idiots who came back carrying a toilet and asked, "Where did you get the money?"

The bald boy pointed to Qianzhi Village and said, "The people here have a lot of money!"

Yang Ning thought for a moment and said, "Don't do this kind of thing again."

Sun Dapang immediately turned to the bald boy and said, "See! I told you you didn't need to pay! You just had to go through the motions!"

Bald guy: "..."

After a flurry of activity, an exceptionally refined Yang Ning appeared.

At nine o'clock, Yang Ning stood on a millstone in the middle of Qianzhi Village and cleared his throat—

"Dear elders and fellow villagers of Qianzhi Village, the annual Qianzhi Village Festival is about to begin!"

His long roar was followed by a thunderous boom—

The forest ripples with life, and birds and beasts rush about!

The entire mountain began to shake!

Yang Ning jumped down from the millstone, and looking at the muddy ground beneath his feet, the smile on his refined face gradually turned into something eerie and morbid—

"You dare ruin my plans? I'll kill you, you hear me?!"

The next second, the mountain stopped shaking.

Yang Ning's smile returned to normal. He straightened his collar and reached out to the side, where Shiwen handed him two bright red flowers.

Yang Ning merely glanced at the two flowers, and the two red flowers instantly turned into one black and one white.

Tying the black and white double flower to his collar, Yang Ning turned to look at the end of Qianzhi Village, gazing at the mountain peak, and said softly, "Alright, folks, shall we set off?"

Clang!

At that moment, the gates of all the farmhouses in the village shattered simultaneously!

Then, one after another, villagers from Qianzhi Village, with half of their limbs severed and bleeding bright red blood, crawled out of the inside with pain on their faces!

Behind these villagers followed a series of swaying, ghostly corpses!

Yang Ning waved towards the Zhi Lin family's courtyard, and a small, fierce-looking creature with short limbs quickly ran out from inside, ran to Yang Ning, and jumped onto his hand!

Yang Ning gently pinched the little turtle's cheek and said, "Little shark, go and rest for a bit, let him wake up."

The ferocious little turtle bared its teeth at Yang Ning, then lay down in his arms, closed its eyes, and fell asleep.

When Yang Ning woke him up again, the vicious little turtle had disappeared, and the kind, optimistic little turtle had returned.

He looked around in utter panic, clutching Yang Ning's clothes, and cried, "Chengcheng, Chengcheng! It's over, it's over! This is it! Run, run!"

Yang Ning smiled slightly, picked him up and carried him back to the mountain road outside the village. He turned around and looked at Qianzhi Village in front of him. "Take good care of the little turtle. This will be the last time you see this quiet and beautiful place."

As he spoke, he took a step forward—

"flame."

boom!!

A fiery dragon shot into the sky behind him, its flames surging and spreading, instantly engulfing the courtyards of the surrounding villages!

Holding the nervous, anxious little turtle with tears in its eyes, Yang Ning walked slowly forward along the mountain path in the middle of the village!

Behind him, a raging sea of ​​fire mercilessly devoured everything in the mountain village, turning it to ashes in an instant!

Before him, the mountain village path that had existed for who knows how long had turned crimson, and the ground was covered with the blood of the severed hands and feet of the people of Qianzhi Village!

At this moment, Yang Ning stopped, and the sea of ​​fire behind him also stopped spreading!

Yang Ning looked up, smiled, and said, "Something's missing; it's not quite right."

He looked at the people of Chizuka Village who were gathered together and crawling forward on the ground, and whispered, "Cry."

"Ugh—"

Suddenly, a hoarse, desperate wail erupted from the mouths of the villagers of Qianzhi Village!

It hurts! They are really in pain!

The pain of having my limbs severed!

And yet they still have to crawl forward, dragging their festering limbs!

Immediately, the people of Qianzhi Village cried their hearts out!

But why didn't they cry before?

Yang Ning prefers quiet and doesn't want them to cry.

A woman in red quietly appeared beside the wailing and crawling crowd. Zhang Wen, dressed in red, threw a stack of paper money into the sky!

Splash!

Paper money rained down from the sky, and then another figure in red appeared before the crowd!

Wearing a painted face mask and dressed in a bewitching red dress, she danced gracefully with theatrical steps and delicate hand gestures, her operatic voice mingling with the wailing of the crowd behind her!

On the other side, Old Cao, dressed in red and looking almost deranged, shrugged and chuckled foolishly: "This...this isn't a village festival at all!"

"This...this is like holding a funeral for this village!"

"Hahaha, hahahaha!"

Yang Ning whispered "Go" again, and immediately the painted-face red-clothed man danced forward to lead the way, while the Qianzhi villagers, whose four severed limbs were scraping the ground in excruciating pain and howling loudly, crawled behind him!

Those cries came from the depths of their hearts, utterly heart-wrenching!

There's absolutely no room for faking it!

It's as if he's mourning his own grave!

Beneath them, the blood of their fellow villagers stained the entire mountain path red!

And Yang Ning...

He carried the little turtle, stepping on the blood of everyone in Qianzhi Village, and strolled forward.

Behind him, a raging sea of ​​fire surged with immense power, mercilessly devouring everything!

The fire was extremely fierce, and it reduced all the mountain village courtyards to ashes in almost a second!

But the fire was also cowardly, only daring to spread forward following Yang Ning's footsteps, not daring to cross Yang Ning's steps!

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