Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

"Hey? Liangzi, I'm your aunt!"

"Liangzi, your aunt needs your help."

"Is that so, Liangzi? You and your cousin grew up together and have such a good relationship. You know about his current condition."

"Look at you and Tang Li, you two are so young, your bodies are still... "

"Your child is two years old this year, right?"

"My aunt wants to have another child. Do you think it's possible for your child to be adopted by her?"

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"Sister Yang, it's me, Chun Tao! Long time no see!"

"I heard you recently had a grandson?"

"Sister Yang, I...I want to ask you for a favor..."

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"Dad, how's my little sister doing lately?"

"Never mind, never mind, it's nothing..."

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After several phone calls, He Chuntao looked at the stinking mud pit in front of her and burst into tears.

After crying, she took out her phone and made a call.

This time, her man answered the phone.

"Feed, feed?"

His breathing sounded rapid on the phone, and there was a hint of panic in his voice.

He Chuntao choked back tears and said, "I've got the things, but... I haven't found anyone. How about... just the two of us?"

The man on the other end of the phone didn't speak; only his disordered breathing could be heard through the receiver.

He Chuntao couldn't wait any longer. Her voice trembling with tears, she cried, "Say something!"

"Chaoqiang isn't just my son!"

The man on the other end of the phone remained silent.

He Chuntao started crying again, "I...I understand what you mean. From now on, you and Chaoqiang should live a good life together..."

As she was about to hang up, the man on the other end finally spoke up: "How about we have another child?"

He Chuntao choked up as she said, "I've tried, but they all refuse. After all, they are someone else's flesh and blood—"

Suddenly, He Chuntao understood the meaning behind the man's words, "You...you mean?"

On the phone, the man said in a deep voice, "I mean, let's have another one."

He Chuntao immediately flew into a rage, "What nonsense are you spouting?! You're already in your fifties or sixties, even if you were born, how long could you live? Could you even raise it?!"

The man on the phone paused for a moment, then said, "If you give me that thing, won't I live for decades longer?"

In an instant, thunder roared in He Chuntao's ears!

She was stunned when she heard her man say such a thing!

A man's voice came through the phone: "Where are you now? It's too dark, come back quickly! Tell me where you are, I'll come pick you up!"

He Chuntao hung up the phone with trembling hands, then got up and ran away immediately!

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Beneath the ancient city wall, in a dark chamber at the bottom of the lake.

Yang Ning closed his eyes and tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table in front of him.

The moment He Chuntao hung up the phone and ran away, he opened his eyes and said, "See? I told you, if the Life and Death Talisman were to fall into the human world, it would be poison."

"A few hundred thousand can sever ties between relatives, a few million can turn even the closest of families against each other, so what about a life?"

As he spoke, Yang Ning rummaged through the white cloth bag slung over his shoulder and took out a string of small silver bells. He then threw a piece of yellow paper in front of the "dog's" dried corpse on the ground and said, "I want the birth dates of all your fellow disciples who are capable of making life-and-death talismans."

Upon hearing that Yang Ning actually needed the birth date and time, the dwarf present and the dried corpse kneeling on the ground trembled violently!

For ordinary people, the Eight Characters (Ba Zi) have little meaning, but for "experts," they are the key to their fate.

Neither the dwarf nor the dried-up corpse on the ground dared to speak!

Yang Ning smiled slightly, stood up and stepped forward, cracking his knuckles as he said, "To tell you the truth, I'm really unhappy to see your stinking corpse."

"What I, the successor of the Spiritual Sect, am most skilled at and enjoy most is communicating with people's souls. What I despise most are those things that dwell in this rotting body, clinging to life like rats, unable to bear the light!"

"Isn't it better to be a person when you're alive, and a ghost when you die?"

A white, cup-shaped candle appeared in Yang Ning's hand, and he gently blew on it—

"call!"

The candle flame ignited.

"Either you tell me yourself, or I'll take your soul out of your stinking, rotting body and we'll talk slowly."

Holding a candle, Yang Ning slowly approached the kneeling, desiccated corpse.

His refined, handsome face became sinister in the flickering candlelight, and his whispers sounded like the murmurs of a demon: "Actually..."

"I really wish you could be a little tougher."

"After all, rather than exalting you, I prefer you to become an immortal ghost, illuminating my path forward."

As they spoke, the candlelight approached the mummified corpse, hissing and crackling.

The flickering flames clearly didn't touch the dried corpse, yet corpse oil was sizzling and seeping out of the corpse!

"Ugh, I! Ah, ahh!"

The mummified corpse opened its jaws and let out a painful moan; its voice even changed under the intense burning pain!

On one side, the two dead men were so frightened that their rotting flesh began to shrink, and the dwarf covered his eyes and squatted on the ground, not daring to look at them at all!

The process was actually very short, only a few seconds, before Yang Ning removed the candle from the dried corpse.

His gaze remained calm, and he said with a slight smile, "You're already in so much pain before we've even set you on fire?"

"Do you know why? Because your body isn't strong enough. If the candle flame were just a little stronger, your body would be burned to death."

"It's not that you're too bad, it's that this body is holding you back."

"Believe me, if you were to detach yourself from this body, you would experience an even more intense burning pain, and you wouldn't die!"

Yang Ningyue said that the smile on his face was becoming increasingly distorted. What was originally a peaceful smile was gradually becoming more of an indulgence and a bit morbid!

The dried corpse kneeling on the ground trembled constantly due to the extreme burning pain all over its body. Suddenly, it raised its withered skeletal skull and glared at Yang Ning!

At that moment, the cloth bag on Yang Ning's shoulder moved slightly.

Reaching inside, Yang Ning pulled out a plump, ethereal old woman doll. Looking at the dried corpse in front of him, Yang Ning smiled and said, "Grandma Yang told me that something is secretly calculating my birth chart."

As he spoke, Yang Ning shifted his gaze from the dried corpse in front of him to the coffins behind it.

Suddenly, the dried-up corpse next to him lunged at him!

Yang Ning stood still, not moving an inch. "Hehe!"

"There's something to play with!"

A sinister laugh rang out!

Sun Dapang, a chubby little devil with his belly ripped open and intestines dangling, and Honghong, a little boy with blood-red hands!

The two little devils each grabbed one of the desiccated corpse's leg bones, which were covered in rotting flesh, and ran backward as fast as they could!

The dried-up corpse struggled frantically, which only excited the two little devils even more!

Perhaps these kids are cute in Yang Ning's eyes, but!

They are ghosts after all!

And it's a ghost filled with resentment!

boom!

The two little devils grabbed the dried-up corpse and slammed it against the wall!

Afterwards, Yang Ning put the old lady doll back into the cloth bag and smiled, "Hmm, I know your choice."

"Congratulations, you have become my seventh soul lamp."

"flame!"

boom--

Instantly, the dried corpse burst into flames!

But then, Yang Ning suddenly remembered—

"No, our game isn't over yet."

The raging fire on the dried corpse instantly turned into small flames clinging to its body.

Although it was excruciatingly painful, it was not fatal.

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