Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

"Boss! Your money's gone!"

The younger brother jumped and hopped to grab the money flying in the air, managing to grab a handful with one hand!

There are at least a dozen or twenty of them in one go!

He had so much fun catching it!

As he grabbed, the henchman kept shouting, "Boss, you can't blame me! I... I've done my best!"

At this moment, Kongming, standing beneath the Buddha statue, frowned slightly and muttered to himself, "Is someone trying to stop me from spending money for you?"

As he spoke, he pushed his palm forward a second time!

This time, the force of the palm strike was even more intense!

boom!

In the parking lot, all the windows of Feng Liang's car were shattered!

The banknotes locked inside the car were also flying everywhere!

The henchman who was grabbing the money in front of him was dumbfounded!

But he did not compromise!

"Boss! There's no other way, I'll try to get as many back as I can!"

After saying that, the little brother seemed tireless as he hopped around to grab the money from the sky!

If Feng Liang saw this now, he would probably be moved to tears!

Snapped!

Uncle Yijiang, who came out of the river, has already climbed the fiftieth step!

It is 11:58!

After passing fifty steps, Uncle Gui suddenly quickened his pace!

Upon seeing this, Kongming repeatedly formed hand seals, and after a series of actions, a faint Buddhist light actually shone on his body!

boom!

Finally, Kongming slammed both hands hard onto the floor in front of him!

In the parking lot, a howling wind suddenly blew up, sweeping all the money except for the money that the younger brother was clutching tightly in his hand into the air, swirling several times before being carried into the Yi River!

A strange thing happened!

The tens of thousands of scattered banknotes sank directly into the Yi River as soon as they entered it, without any intention of floating on the surface!

Kong Wen slammed his hand down on the floor!

"Ouch!"

The underling who was grabbing money for Feng Liang suddenly fell to the ground!

At the same time, all the money in his hands flew away!

I frantically grabbed at the cards, managing to get only about ten or twenty!

The wind carried all the flying money into the river. Only after all the money had disappeared from the surface of the river did Kongming raise his hand from the ground.

"Benefactor Feng, you were only a little over a thousand dollars short of losing all your wealth. Your fortune for the rest of your life can't possibly be less than a thousand dollars. Therefore, that evil spirit cannot take your life today!"

After saying that, Kongming got up and walked to the front of the steps, looking down at Uncle Yijiang, who had already climbed the seventieth step!

Uncle Gui carried the wooden box that was chained to his body and moved forward step by step. He looked up at Kongming standing above him, but showed no intention of stopping!

Kongming said calmly, "Evil spirit, go back! He has already given away all the windfall he borrowed today, and the money he left behind is still part of his fortune. Today, his life is not meant to end!"

Uncle Yijiang grinned at Kongming, his hideous ghost face laughing silently, but then, *slap!*

He continued forward.

It's 11:59.

Kongming's eyes twitched slightly. "You wicked spirit, don't be ungrateful!"

Clang!

The steps behind Uncle Yijiang were covered with gold nuggets and water stains.

He was still heading towards the end of the steps, and there were only ten steps left before he reached Kongming.

Kongming was furious. He slowly opened the bamboo scroll Buddhist scripture in his hands, stood in front of the nearly twenty-meter-tall Buddha behind him, and began to recite the scripture word by word.

As soon as the old monk began chanting, Feng Liang, who had been ashen-faced and ice-cold, suddenly felt much better, and his mind became clear again.

But at this moment, Uncle Yijiang also walked up to the old monk.

A human and a ghost stood in the middle of the steps, neither of them making any move aside.

Snapped!

Uncle Yijiang stepped on the old monk's instep, and at that moment, Kongming's body trembled slightly!

The evil spirit passed through the old monk's body.

Clang!

Gold and silver nuggets, soaked with water, were scattered all over the ground at the old monk's feet.

The old monk's chanting did not stop, nor did Uncle Yijiang's footsteps falter.

As the old monk's chanting gradually became louder and clearer, Feng Liang felt much better.

However, in the last second before midnight, he suddenly felt a chill on his shoulder.

Turning his head, Feng Liang saw a rotting, pale ghostly hand.

At midnight, Feng Liang closed his eyes.

Just a second ago, he had been revitalized by the old monk's chanting.

A second later, all the life he had just regained vanished in that instant.

"After all, I took half a million from you. How about I make sure you survive today?"

As he lay dying, Feng Liang seemed to hear Yang Ning's words in his mind.

I guarantee you'll live to see today, not a second less.

However, not even a second more.

After midnight, the ghostly hand that had been resting on Feng Liang's shoulder gently grabbed him and pulled out a faint, smoky figure that looked exactly like Feng Liang from his body.

Dragging that figure along, Uncle Yijiang returned the way he came, while Feng Liang's body remained in the same spot.

On the steps, the old monk Kongming was trembling with anger!

"You wicked devil! He's already squandered all his ill-gotten gains, and you still insist on taking lives?!"

"No matter where you came from or who raised you, this humble monk is determined to purify you today!"

As he spoke, Kongming threw the bamboo scroll Buddhist scripture in his hand into the air, and the bamboo scroll actually floated in the air!

Kongming raised his hand and was about to strike the forehead of Uncle Yijiang's ghostly face!

Uncle Ghost dragged Feng Liang's soul forward, showing no fear of Kongming. It opened its mouth slightly, and a clear sentence entered Kongming's ears!

"Master, if you slap me, then our destiny will begin."

This isn't the wailing, vengeful voice of Uncle Yijiang; it's Yang Ning's voice!

Upon hearing this, Kongming suddenly stopped what he was doing, and snapped!

The bamboo slip he had tossed into the air suddenly fell back down and hit him on the forehead.

Kongming, who was usually as still as an old monk in meditation, suddenly felt like his whole body was trembling!

He said tremblingly, "Feng... Feng Liang has already... has already squandered all his ill-gotten gains, why... why?"

Uncle Yijiang stood beside Kongming and said, "Master, your Buddhist knowledge is indeed profound. You saw many things in Feng Liang at a glance. However, Master, your spiritual cultivation is still a little bit inferior to mine."

Kongming: "..."

Uncle Gui's mouth remained open and motionless, and Yang Ning's voice continued to come from inside: "Master, don't be unconvinced, let me tell you why."

"The method of spending money to avoid disaster is feasible, but you didn't spend all of his windfall; you were short by about 500,000."

"That 500,000 is enough to kill him."

Kongming wanted to get angry, but he didn't dare. He could only suppress his anger and adopt a humble, pleading posture: "How could there be such a big difference? I clearly gave him a small amount, and he only had a little over a thousand yuan left?!"

"Because that bastard likes to play with counterfeit money. He said he was willing to give you three million, so he should spend three million. But in reality, he only had two and a half million in his car because half of it was counterfeit."

Kongming: "..."

The old monk was so angry he wanted to vomit blood, not because of Yang Ning, but because of Feng Liang!

"Even if... even with 500,000 counterfeit bills, Feng Liang's fortune for the rest of his life, even without relying on luck, should be several hundred thousand, right? This... this could be enough to kill him?"

This time, Yang Ning ignored him.

Uncle Yijiang shut his mouth and pulled Feng Liang's soul toward the Yi River below the steps.

Suddenly, a beam of blue and red light shone on Kongming's aged face.

A group of armed police officers rushed over, all their guns pointed at Feng Liang, who was still kneeling in front of the Buddha statue. "Don't move!"

"You're under arrest!"

The old monk Kongming looked up and sighed softly. It turned out that Feng Liang's fortune in the second half of his life was truly nonexistent.

It is zero.

Because he will be arrested today.

With his blood-stained hands, the death penalty was a certainty.

In other words, Feng Liang's future financial prospects are zero.

So, let alone the hundreds of thousands of dollars in windfall, even the thousand-odd dollars his younger brother left him were enough to kill him.

The old monk grew increasingly speechless, and finally could only sigh with regret, "Young Master Yang, if you keep playing like this, even a deity couldn't survive!"

Zhongzhou, Yundu Road.

In Yang Ning's small shop.

In fact, the conversation that Yang Ning just had with Kongming was prepared in advance.

Yang Ning was already lying on the makeshift bed the kids had prepared for him, and he was snoring away in his sleeping bag.

A night breeze swept by, and the book of fate slowly unfolded on the table beside him.

Originally there were only five booklets, then one was missing, and then eight more appeared.

One is missing because Feng Liang died.

The reason there were eight more was that the old monk Kongming was originally going to die tonight as well.

He died at the hands of Uncle Gui of Yijiang.

But Yang Ning spared his life.

Yang Ning, still half-asleep, pouted and muttered, "You're one of the ten abbots of the ten temples in Longmen, and you only have eight good karma points?"

"Not even as good as a Level 3 Special Agent from the Special Administration Bureau, pshaw!"

As he spoke, Yang Ning rolled over, scratched his neck, and continued snoring.

Then, a cold little devil's hand scratched the spot he had just scratched again.

Then, a second ghostly hand scratched him.

The third one, the fourth one...

Just as Sun Dapang reached out to scratch Yang Ning, *smack*!

Yang Ning raised her hand and slapped his hand away.

Sun Dapang: "???"

Meanwhile, Chen Yamei, holding her head, said in a childish voice, "You shouldn't scratch your intestines so much, or Chengcheng will let you scratch them next time."

Sun Dapang protested, "Why?"

The little turtle chuckled and said, "Because there's... there's... hahaha!"

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