Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

Liangcheng, Lianghe Hospital.

Downstairs in the hospital ward.

He Chuntao took out her phone and called the nurses' service desk in the ward building.

"How are you?"

"Hello, I'd like to ask if the family members of the patient in bed number two of the **** ward have left? I am also a family member of the patient, I registered, my name is He Chuntao."

"Wait a moment while I go take a look."

"Hello, the patient Wang Chaoqiang's family left half an hour ago. His father specifically instructed us to contact him if any family members came to visit. Is that alright?"

"don't want!"

He Chuntao hurriedly said, "Please don't! My husband and I have had a bit of a disagreement recently, and our child is in the hospital. I don't want him to see his parents' discord."

"Okay, I understand. Please come over. By the way, Wang Chaoqiang's hospital account is running low. Please remember to pay the bill."

"well!"

After hanging up the phone, He Chuntao carefully observed her surroundings and made her way to the ward building, avoiding people.

She was very careful from the moment she arrived near the hospital.

Originally, according to He Chuntao's idea, the perfect plan should have been for her to adopt a child from her relatives' home.

It's not surprising that He Chuntao would have such thoughts.

When she was young, she lived in the countryside. In the village, every family had children, and it was very normal to adopt one from a relative's family.

He Chuntao wanted to use the excuse that her own child had a terminal illness to adopt another child.

Then he used the Life and Death Talisman on his son and the adopted child to switch their lives.

Then he could just say he accidentally killed the child, that it was manslaughter, and even if he went to jail, he wouldn't face the death penalty.

Moreover, if the actions are discreet, they might not even alert the police!

However, every child is the apple of their parents' eye. He Chuntao had a good idea, but all the relatives she knew who had just had children in their families refused her suggestion to "adopt a child into their own family".

Some even hung up the phone on the spot.

As He Chuntao thought to herself, she felt that life was becoming increasingly difficult.

When she arrived at the ward door, she first carefully pressed her ear against the door to listen for any sounds inside, and then quietly pushed the door open and entered.

Wang Chaoqiang's hospital bed is the second bed in the middle.

He Chuntao tiptoed over and looked at the pale-faced young man sleeping on the hospital bed. Her eyes immediately reddened.

The young man sleeping in the hospital bed is He Chuntao's son, Wang Chaoqiang.

In recent days, Wang Chaoqiang has been sleeping for longer and longer periods of time, and the doctor has issued critical condition notices several times.

He Chuntao gently covered Wang Chaoqiang with the blanket that was drooping to one side of the bed and almost touching the floor, then sat quietly to the side and watched.

She clutched her handbag tightly with one hand and kept wiping away her tears with the other, watching like this for about half an hour.

He Chuntao was about to leave.

If she wanted her son to live, she couldn't just stand by and watch.

"You're amazing! Mom will do everything she can to make sure you survive!"

He Chuntao finished speaking with a sob in her voice, then stood up. She habitually looked at the beds on both sides and saw that the uncle on bed number one was staring intently at Wang Chaoqiang's bed.

Suddenly, He Chuntao shivered!

She thought to herself, her son is so sick that he has trouble even turning over in his sleep, how could the blanket covering him be drooping to one side?!

Realizing the problem, she turned to leave!

result--

Under the hospital bed, a strong male hand grabbed her ankle!

He Chuntao turned around and saw her husband lying under the hospital bed with bloodshot, red eyes!

"Where's the stuff? Give it to me!"

The man's hysterical voice, coupled with his twisted and ferocious face, made him look like a demon lying on the ground.

......

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

Yang Ning frowned slightly.

Before him, the mummified corpse of that "dog thing," its body charred black by fire, actually yielded.

It was making low "mmm" noises, while the dwarf beside it was writing on a piece of paper with trembling hands.

Just now, Yang Ning first put a large fire on the dried corpse and roasted it, preparing to take it away in one go.

But remembering his promise to it, he changed to simmering it over a low flame.

The dried corpse had withstood the fire and was ready to leave, but it couldn't withstand the slow, scorching fire burning its body.

After all, even the fiercest fire only lasts for a short while, but how long a small fire can burn depends on someone's intentions.

The dried-up corpse glanced at the tiny flame on its body, "Hmm?"

The dwarf, who was writing birth dates and times on paper, asked Yang Ning in a trembling voice, "Guest, guest, Grand Master of Ceremonies, no, that scoundrel, is asking, asking when the fire on its body can be extinguished?"

Yang Ning asked doubtfully, "Destroy it? Is it in such a hurry? The game isn't over yet, can't it live a little longer?"

"Having lived for hundreds of years, why would I care about a short while?"

Mummified Corpse: "Ugh...ugh..."

Dwarf: "Guest, that bastard says he feels like he has a ball of fire jumping around on his body and he's uncomfortable."

Yang Ning: "Hmm, if you let it report two more wrong birth charts, it will be even more uncomfortable."

"The 31st of the twelfth lunar month is truly an auspicious day."

dwarf:"......"

The lunar calendar does not have a 31; only the solar calendar does.

The twelfth lunar month is a lunar calendar term, so "the 31st day of the twelfth lunar month" is a completely non-existent date.

The dwarf responsible for translating and transcribing was so nervous and terrified that he didn't even notice the problem.

The dwarf turned to look at the mummified corpse, and the pitch-black "dog thing" hurriedly let out a low cry!

The dwarf pursed his lips, silently crossed out two of the eight characters he had already written, and started writing again.

As he wrote, he cautiously asked Yang Ning, "Sir, analyzing someone's birth chart shouldn't be too difficult for you, right?"

Yang Ning closed his eyes, tapped the table, and simply uttered two words: "I'm lazy."

Not long after, the dwarf respectfully handed Yang Ning nine written birth dates and times.

Yang Ning didn't even look at it. A flash of fire appeared in his eyes. The talisman with nine birth dates written on it didn't catch fire. It turned into ashes directly in the dwarf's hands!

The dwarf was stunned by what he saw!

"A formless, invisible spiritual fire?! You... you've already mastered the Heaven-Reaching Technique?!"

Yang Ning glanced at him coldly and said in a calm voice, "You're making a fuss over nothing!"

He picked up the silver bell he had taken out of his cloth bag earlier and shook it gently.

Ding ding ding!

A pleasant sound rang out.

Yang Ning coughed lightly twice and said, "Listen carefully, everyone. What I am about to say is very important to you."

"Because this concerns your lives."

"I haven't left the public eye since then, so let's not talk about the past."

"From this day forward, from the moment I utter these words, whoever dares to create a Life-or-Death Talisman on this land—"

"I want someone to die."

After saying that, Yang Ning smiled and said softly, "Oh? It seems that a fellow Daoist is quite unfortunate?"

"I'm not that domineering, fellow Daoist. Please destroy this Life and Death Talisman you're about to give away. Thank you."

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