Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

Yang Ning placed his hand on the head of the kneeling, dried-up corpse, his smile vanished, and he said in a low voice, "Damn it, no lamps."

After saying that, boom—

In the dark room, flames suddenly burst into flames on the body of the mummified corpse kneeling on the ground!

This time, the dried corpse did not feel any pain. The dwarf on the side only felt a flash of fire in front of him before it went out. When he looked again, the "Grand Master of Ceremonies" who was just there had completely disappeared.

Not even a speck of ash remained.

In the dark room, only a barely perceptible wisp of black smoke swirled between Yang Ning's fingers.

Considering the subjective nature of this "Grand Master of Ceremonies'" evil deeds, which was still somewhat inferior to those whose soul lamps he had lit, Yang Ning waved his hand and dispersed him, causing him to completely disappear into the world.

Next, Yang Ning looked at the remaining three coffins in the dark room.

He walked to the first coffin and saw that inside lay a dried corpse dressed in Song Dynasty official robes.

Compared to the one that Yang Ning had just scattered, this dried corpse was noticeably smaller.

Yang Ning yawned and asked, "My lord, what are your effects?"

The zombie in the coffin let out a few low howls.

The dwarf beside him quickly stepped forward and said, "This is the Director of the Imperial Observatory, who specializes in fortune telling."

Yang Ning asked calmly, "Is it really just fortune telling? You haven't done anything else? Have you ever maliciously altered other people's fortunes?"

"For example, transferring one person's good fortune to someone else?"

"Mmmmmm!"

The mummified corpse in the coffin cried out in alarm, while the dwarf beside it hesitated and said, "If... if you don't believe me, why don't you calculate it yourself?"

Yang Ning smiled.

He lay on the edge of the coffin, looking at the mummified corpse inside, and said, "You see, bad deeds will eventually be punished. Now, even the Imperial City Guard, who has served you for a thousand years, is unwilling to speak up for you."

"Mmmmmm!"

The dried corpse roared at the dwarf, who turned his head away without even looking, and silently moved a few steps behind Yang Ning.

Then the dwarf said, "Guest, the kind of thing you described was indeed done by the Supervisor, but the most recent time was fifty years ago, and the person who changed their fate used the fortune of that person's own descendants, without harming anyone else."

Yang Ning took out the turtle shell, twirled it on his finger twice, then nodded and said, "Okay..."

He hesitated for a moment, then closed his eyes, as if he were thinking about something.

In one corner, Sun Dapang and Honghong, whose hands were blood red, squatted on the ground, their faces resting on their hands.

Sun Dapang muttered to himself, "Whenever Chengcheng makes that face..."

Honghong: "It's when you decide the life or death of a person, or even a ghost."

On one side, Mingming, dressed in a little red dress, appeared holding a diary.

That small, pale, lifeless face stared straight at Yang Ning, tilted its head slightly, and its reddish-black lips curled up in a wistful smile. "Yes," it said, "he considers the life and death of anything for several seconds in detail. How responsible, how loving!"

The fat guy and Honghong on the side were speechless.

"whee!"

Summer, all smiles, and Little Baldy appeared. Little Baldy chuckled and said, "Blind guess, this one is also... mmm—"

Summer covered the little bald boy's mouth and said, "You're not allowed to say that! What will Chengcheng say if you do?!"

Over there, Yang Ning seemed to have found the answer to his thoughts. He opened his eyes and said calmly, "Damn it, they didn't turn on the lights."

After saying that, he slapped the coffin with a "smack," whoosh—

A powerful gust of air surged, and the dried corpse in the coffin instantly turned into a human-shaped pile of dust!

It still looks like a dried corpse, but in fact, the bones and rotten flesh inside have completely separated!

Whoosh!

With a gentle breeze, the entire mummified corpse collapsed completely, as if it were piled up with sand, and scattered at the bottom of the coffin.

"This method of treatment is called weathering."

As Yang Ning spoke, he walked past the empty second coffin and came to the third coffin.

"My lord, what are the effects of your treatment?"

This time, the mummified corpse in the coffin was quite dignified, staring at Yang Ning without making a sound.

Yang Ning was immediately filled with respect.

Since he was eight years old, he had rarely seen a spirit from the underworld who dared to be so defiant in front of him.

After the age of ten, it wasn't just a few, it was a complete lack of seeing any.

Just as Yang Ning was about to ask another question, the dwarf stepped forward tentatively and asked, "Grand Scholar? Grand Scholar, are you still there?"

The dried corpse lay there motionless.

The dwarf turned to Yang Ning and said, "Guest, the Grand Scholar has already departed."

Yang Ning: "???"

Reaching up and grabbing at the sky above, Yang Ning smiled calmly: "No, he didn't leave."

The dwarf glanced back to confirm, then turned to Yang Ning and said, "The guest has really left."

Yang Ning released his grip. "Take another look."

As the dwarf turned around, he said helplessly, "A few days ago, no more flesh was growing on the Grand Scholar's torso, and today you've startled him like this—oh dear!"

"Grand Secretary, you scared me to death!"

Inside the coffin, the mummified corpse, dressed in the robes of a Song Dynasty scholar, was trembling uncontrollably!

The little dwarf hurriedly jumped aside, trembling as he said, "Grand Scholar, an ordinary person dies once, but you've survived two deaths! You're truly blessed!"

The Grand Scholar in the coffin watched Yang Ning trembling, unable to utter a single "uh uh uh."

Yang Ning laughed and said, "Him? He didn't actually die; he just drifted too slowly and I caught him again!"

After saying that, Yang Ning looked at the mummified corpse of the Grand Scholar and said, "Hmm?"

Grand Scholar, Dwarf: "..."

Dwarf: "Guest, your pronunciation sounds... like you've come from the southern wilderness?"

You know what, during the Song Dynasty, that place in Caiyun seemed to be...

Yang Ning rolled her eyes and changed the subject, "Grand Scholar, what are your effects?"

"Ugh, ugh..."

The dwarf translated, "The Grand Scholar predicts one's fortune in the next life."

After finishing his sentence, the dwarf added, "Sir, the Grand Scholar hasn't received any guests in the last three hundred years. What do you think of this?"

Yang Ning was silent for a few seconds, then sighed, "You guys are extending your business to the next life? That's pretty impressive!"

The dwarf glanced at the Grand Scholar and whispered, "Guest, the Grand Scholar, his line of work isn't very good at building a reputation, unlike the two before him, so, so he doesn't have many guests."

Yang Ning nodded; he could completely understand.

After closing his eyes and pondering for a few seconds, Yang Ning said, "I am not destined to die, so I will not light a lamp, but my time in the underworld is coming to an end."

"Grand Scholar, go ahead and get cocky, I won't stop you this time."

The mummified corpse in the coffin seemed to relax instantly, groaning, "Ugh, ugh!"

The dwarf translator said, "Guest, the Grand Scholar says he thanks you; you are a good man!"

"Um?"

The dwarf, both amused and exasperated, said, "It means exactly what it says! It really means exactly what it says! Guest, the Grand Scholar is an ancient person! He doesn't understand the deeper meaning!"

Yang Ning didn't want to get entangled with this Grand Scholar any longer, so he went straight to the last coffin.

Before even getting close, Yang Ning chuckled and said, "Tsk tsk tsk! Damn, this definitely needs a lamp!"

However, when Yang Ning walked up to the coffin, he found that it was empty.

There was nothing inside.

Yang Ning's smile remained unchanged as he said softly, "They ran away?"

"But where can you run to in this Liang City?"

In the dark, shadowy underground chamber, the dwarf trembled, two dead men froze in fear, and little devils in the corner chuckled "hee-hee"...

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