Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

"Master Yang, you can hire someone in red too?"

Feng Liang stared at the red-clothed doll on the shelf, his jaw dropping and a hint of greed creeping over him!

He asked, "How much does this red-clad doll cost?"

Yang Ning yawned and said listlessly, "You're going to treat me? Just give me a dollar as a token."

His words were like a bucket of cold water poured over Feng Liang's head.

Feng Liang immediately realized: "One yuan? Does that mean there's something else besides money to pay for this red-clad doll?"

Yang Ning looked at him as if he were an idiot: "Otherwise what? What do you think this red-clad doll wants from you?"

Feng Liang swallowed hard, gripping the bronze doll tightly in his hand. "What if... what if it's just a small use?"

Yang Ning sighed, "The use of the ghost doll in moderation can make life happier, but the red-clothed ghost doll cannot be used in moderation."

"Because the red-clothed doll's love for its patron is immense and profound."

"For example, if you ask for money, he will give you more money than you can spend until you die, and you won't be able to refuse it even if you want to."

Feng Liang's face grew increasingly pale. "Then wouldn't the backlash be extremely severe?"

Yang Ning shook his head and said, "No, in the Red-Clothed Dolls' group, there's basically no question of how severe their backlash against their patrons is; the outcome is the same regardless."

Feng Liang: "..."

"So, will anyone hire the doll in red?"

At this moment, Yang Ning's tone changed slightly, and he said calmly, "Mr. Feng, your profession is very special. You must have encountered many people who would give up their own lives to kill you."

"Do you think that if someone like that came to my shop, would he take a doll in red with him home?"

Feng Liang wiped the sweat from his forehead, glanced at the woman towards the desk in the shop, then turned back and chuckled in a low voice, "So, Zhang Hui, that cripple, even told Master Yang Ning that I'm a knife-wielder?"

"Knife" is a slang term used in a certain region, which can be understood as "assassin".

Similar terms include kidnapper, sieve, swindler, cook, etc., which correspond to human trafficker, gambler, swindler, and noodle maker, respectively.

Yang Ning nodded in agreement: "Well, let's not talk about him anymore. Mr. Feng, let me remind you, while using the ghost doll in moderation can bring happiness, overuse can bring disaster."

Feng Liang looked at the bronze doll in his hand and smiled, "Thank you for reminding me, Master Yang Ning. I understand!"

The two returned to the table, and Yang Ning gave him another piece of advice.

"Uncle Yijiang Ghost, made of bronze, governs wealth. He was a landlord in life, but because he exploited the villagers, he was later drowned in the river along with several boxes of his own money. His support fee is 2.5 million a year. Will you be paying by card or bank transfer?"

Feng Liang smiled slightly, "Please wait a moment."

As he spoke, he took out his phone and made a call, saying, "Bring over three suitcases."

A short while later, a man in a suit with a brass ring on his nose and a fierce-looking face came over carrying three briefcases.

The man placed the briefcases on the ground one by one and opened them, revealing stacks of thick cash inside!

The sight startled the woman standing nearby. What era are we living in? Such a large transaction still involves cash?!

What's even more unbelievable to the woman is that it actually went through for 2.5 million?!

You already have 2.5 million, what more could you want in terms of wealth?!

Feng Liang smiled and said to Yang Ning, "Young Master Yang, here is three million. I'll take five hundred thousand, and the rest is all yours."

Yang Ning glanced casually at the three open boxes and said, "Add another 500,000."

Feng Liang was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head, looking utterly speechless but not daring to get angry. Finally, he smiled and said, "Okay, all three million is yours!"

However, Yang Ning smiled and shook his head, saying, "I mean, I want you to leave all this money behind, and then you can add another 500,000."

In an instant, the smile on Feng Liang's face froze.

He stared at Yang Ning and said, "Master Yang Ning, it would have been fine if you had asked me for 3.5 million from the beginning, but what do you mean by this?"

Behind Feng Liang, the man who had just brought the suitcase clenched his fists fiercely, and his knuckles made a "crackling" sound.

Ding, ding!

Yang Ning tapped the table in front of him twice, and a fierce woman stepped forward, taking out more than a dozen stacks of banknotes from each of the three boxes and placing them on the table.

There are fifty stacks in total.

Yang Ning casually picked up a stack of bills, squeezed it hard, bending the thick wad into a semi-circle. He leaned forward slightly, a strange smile playing on his lips: "Mr. Feng..."

"I don't care whether you did it yourself or your subordinates did it, there are 500,000 counterfeit bills in your three million."

As he spoke, Yang Ning leaned forward and slowly lowered his body. He held the stack of banknotes that were bent into a semicircle in his hand and gently blew on the flame of the cup-shaped candle on the table!

In the flickering candlelight, a ghostly figure seemed to appear on Yang Ning's refined face. He smiled and said, "Trying to outsmart me, Mr. Feng, you..."

"Are you kidding me?"

After saying that, Yang Ning looked at Feng Liang with a strange smile and blew hard out the candle in front of him!

"call--"

With Yang Ning's blow, all the candles in the shop went out at the same time!

Suddenly, Feng Liang felt everything go black in front of him!

A blood-soaked figure appeared before him!

It was Zhang Hui, covered in blood and cut into pieces!

Looking at Zhang Hui's bluish-purple face covered in dark brown blood, Feng Liang's mouth slowly opened wide, and finally—

"Ah, ah!! Ahhh!!!"

He collapsed to the ground on the spot, letting out a hoarse, desperate scream, as if he had lost his soul!

At the same time, the stack of banknotes Yang Ning was holding exploded with a "snap," flying all over the small shop!

Feng Liang, screaming in disbelief, realized that the wad of banknotes had clearly been money when Yang Ning held them!

But at this moment, what fell from the sky all turned into sheets of ghost money!

The ghost money melts and disappears as soon as it falls on the ground, just like snowflakes falling into water!

At the same time, Yang Ning's cold voice rang in Feng Liang's ear: "Mr. Feng, I will deliver these counterfeit bills to Mr. Zhang Hui on your behalf."

As all those ghost money coins fell from the sky, whoosh!

The candles that had just gone out suddenly reignited, and everything in the shop was back to normal, bright and clean.

Feng Liang noticed that the pile of banknotes on Yang Ning's desk had disappeared.

Beside him, the woman who had also come to ask for the doll sat motionless on the spot, seemingly lost in thought, as if she hadn't seen anything.

Behind Feng Liang, his fierce-looking henchman sat slumped on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

As for Feng Liang himself...

This "knife," who was always responsible for taking money to save people's lives, was now in tears, his crotch soaked with yellow fluid.

Yang Ning took out his book of destiny, opened it, and found that there were no longer any colorful little figures in it.

He looked at Feng Liang and his henchmen, who were slumped on the ground, and said with a smile, "As for why you had to pay an extra 500,000..."

"Mr. Feng, all I can say is that you're incredibly lucky today!"

"Five hundred thousand, enough to buy your own life for now, is that a good deal?"

"As for the path ahead, please remember this: using the Chucky Doll in moderation can bring happiness, but excessive use will only bring disaster."

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