Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

Feng Liang got up and walked towards the rows of shelves on the north side of the store.

The area on the north side was completely dark, with only a few candles lit here and there.

In the candlelight, the malevolent dolls looked even more sinister.

Feng Liang first went to the first row and looked at the Soul Dolls on it.

If you only look at their appearance, these spirit dolls are not much different from the ghost dolls that follow. The only slight difference is that the relatively weaker spirit dolls have more ferocious expressions.

On the contrary, the more ferocious Chucky doll actually has no expression.

This was arranged by Yang Ning on purpose.

Because some of the ghost dolls are so ferocious, they could easily kill someone on the spot if they are not suppressed.

After all, the red-clothed ghost doll is still a type of ghost doll.

At that moment, Feng Liang was standing in the first row when a cold, eerie male voice suddenly rang in his ear: "This is the Soul Child. The Ghost Child you want to invite is in the back. Please come in."

The sudden sound startled Feng Liang. He turned around, only to find that there was nothing around him!

Instantly, Feng Liang got goosebumps all over his body!

"Please come inside..."

The voice rang in his ears again. Feng Liang adjusted his breathing and raised his voice, saying, "Master Yang Ning, are there still people hiding in your shop?"

Yang Ning pushed the card towards the woman in front of him and said, "Don't be so suspicious. There's no one hiding. Don't worry, there's absolutely no one!"

Feng Liang: "..."

For some reason, he always felt that Yang Ning's words, which seemed to be comforting him, sounded even more terrifying.

As if moving forward in the dark, Feng Liang carefully walked past the first row of soul dolls and arrived at the second row of ghost doll shelves.

There was a shelf in front of me, divided into five layers. The bottom layer, which was on the ground, was empty, while each of the four layers above it contained a ghost doll of a different size.

Some of these ghost dolls have a tragic appearance, missing arms or legs, or with a demonic face and animal body;

Some are complete bodies, looking like complete little people, but their facial features reveal an extremely strange expression;

Others weren't dolls, but rather ordinary items that looked like common everyday objects.

Among this row of ghost dolls, several were constantly trembling.

"Every trembling ghost doll is responding to your call; you may choose one to take with you."

"Of course, if you wish, you can take two, or even more..."

The cold, eerie male voice rang in Feng Liang's ears once again, so close that Feng Liang even suspected that the person speaking was right next to him!

But when he turned around and looked around, he couldn't see a single person!

This feeling of having someone very likely around you, but being completely unable to notice them, made Feng Liang extremely uncomfortable!

I feel completely unsafe!

So he sped up his search for the Chucky doll.

From the several trembling ghost dolls, Feng Liang chose a bronze man doll with chains binding his body, a pained expression on his face, sitting on a half-open wooden box!

The moment his hand touched the bronze doll, that cold, eerie male voice appeared in his ear again—

"Yes, you did choose me."

This time, Feng Liang could even feel a wisp of icy air blowing against his ear, as if someone was whispering in his ear!

In an instant, he felt ice-cold all over and his whole body went numb!

But then I thought, doesn't this just prove that the doll really can work miracles?!

Suddenly, the joy that rose in his heart dispelled his fear, and Feng Liang grabbed the bronze man in his hand!

Just as he turned to leave, his gaze suddenly drifted across the gaps in the first row of shelves to the third row behind.

"Don't look! Turn your head away!"

The cold, eerie male voice that reappeared seemed somewhat impatient this time, but Feng Liang, who had gotten a little used to it, was no longer so afraid of this voice that seemed to be able to ring in his ears at any moment.

The more you're forbidden to see something, the more you want to see it.

Feng Liang's curiosity was piqued, and he peered through the gaps in the first row of shelves toward the third row behind.

I can't see it; something white is blocking the view.

He leaned forward slightly, but could still only see that white thing; he couldn't see what was on the third shelf behind it.

He turned his head to look to the side, and at that moment, the white thing changed—

Brownish-red blood streaks appeared on it, along with a pair of lifeless, dull eyes...

Pale eyelids, rotting skin...

That white thing was a dead face pasted behind the second row of shelves.

At that moment, the dead face slowly turned, its icy eyes fixed on Feng Liang, and its reddish-black lips curled up slightly, revealing an extremely chilling smile: "Hehe, I told you not to watch, but you insisted on watching..."

"As you've discovered, it was actually me who was talking to you."

The dead man's lips twitched slightly, seemingly without making a sound, but in fact, a cold, eerie male voice that matched the shape of his lips appeared directly in Feng Liang's mind!

It turns out that the person who had been talking to Feng Liang was this deadpan face!

"Ah, ah, ahhh?!?!"

Feng Liang cried out in surprise and stumbled, falling to the ground!

Holding the bronze doll in his hand, he scrambled and crawled out of the shelf, heading towards Yang Ning's desk outside!

Pressing down the card the woman had written her birth date on, Yang Ning looked at Feng Liang, whose face was pale and who was crawling towards him on his knees in a panic, and said, "Mr. Feng, it's just asking for a spirit child, there's no need for such a grand gift."

Feng Liang pointed behind him, panicked, and said, "The...the back of that shelf...the back of the shelf!"

What's behind the shelf?

There's a dead body behind the shelf!

These were the words Feng Liang wanted to say, but in the end, he only opened his mouth and couldn't utter a word.

Yang Ning smiled and looked at the woman beside him, saying, "Miss Ye Wanqiu, please wait a moment. I think Mr. Feng's mental state is not very stable."

The woman looked at Feng Liang with some fear and quickly nodded.

Yang Ning got up and went forward, walking into the dimly lit north shelf area. He walked all the way to the innermost part, then came back and looked at Feng Liang with a puzzled expression, "There's nothing in there?"

Feng Liang didn't believe it. He got up and walked over, trembling, past the second row of shelves, and came to the third row of shelves.

The dead face he just saw was right behind the shelf in the second row, which is definitely in the third row!

However, when he came over again, he saw that the area in front of the third row of shelves was completely empty.

Even the third shelf, where the dolls should have been, was completely empty, with only one doll on it.

In this gloomy northern area, the red dress on the doll stood out conspicuously.

"See, there's nothing there, is there?"

Yang Ning stood behind the man, but these words were not spoken by Yang Ning.

It was the cold, eerie male voice that had been constantly in Feng Liang's ears.

At the same time, the only red-clad doll on the third shelf slowly turned its head to look at Feng Liang.

The doll's pale face was covered with brownish-red streaks, and her lips, red to the point of being black, turned up in a smile at Feng Liang—

"Please choose me, okay?"

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