Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

Zhang Donglei, on the other end of the phone, seemed a little worried that the call might be interrupted at any moment, so he blurted out everything he wanted to say.

Zhang Wen gave an awkward smile. "These scammers are getting more and more sophisticated these days."

Yang Ning continued carving the doll in his hands. The sharp carving knife flew up and down in his hands, and in the blink of an eye, the delicate features on the doll's face, which had already been polished into the shape of a human face, took shape one by one.

Zhang Wen looked at the doll and felt it was becoming more and more familiar. As Yang Ning finished the job with his last cut, she was completely dumbfounded!

Because that doll was clearly himself!

"Young Master Yang, this...this?"

Putting down the doll in his hand, Yang Ning smiled at Zhang Wen and said, "Sister Wenwen, the body sculpting is complete, just one last step is needed."

When Zhang Wen heard Yang Ning say "Sister Wenwen", she was suddenly stunned. A look of fear flashed in her eyes, and she stared at Yang Ning without blinking!

At this moment, Yang Ning slowly picked up the photo that was placed upside down on the table, gently turned it around to show her face to Zhang Wen, and asked, "Sister Wenwen, look, have I changed a lot since then?"

With trembling hands, Zhang Wen slowly shifted her gaze from Yang Ning's face to the photograph. She saw a boy of about five or six years old in the photograph, whose eyebrows, features, and appearance were almost identical to Yang Ning in front of her!

Suddenly, a look of realization dawned on Zhang Wen's eyes. She blinked several times and said in a trembling voice, "You...you're Chengcheng?!"

"Hmm? You still remember? I thought it would take you a long time to remember me," Yang Ning said with a smile. His gaze was calm and his expression gentle, as if he were talking about something unrelated to himself.

Zhang Wen, who was kneeling on the prayer mat, suddenly slumped backward to the ground. She pushed herself away from Yang Ning little by little, shaking her head as she said, "No! You're not Chengcheng. Chengcheng was bought by an old madman back then. The old madman bought over a hundred from middlemen all over the place, and none of them survived!"

"Haha, what a crazy old man..."

Yang Ning laughed out loud, his gaze passing over Zhang Wen and looking straight at the boundless darkness outside the shop, as if he were recalling past events.

"The old madman passed away three months ago, and I buried him."

Zhang Wen asked in surprise, "The old madman... he's dead?"

"Dead?"

Yang Ning shook his head and smiled, saying, "No, he's not dead, and I won't allow him to die."

As he spoke, Yang Ning reached out and touched the flame of the candle on the right side of the table. "Ah—"

"Hahahaha! Ah—"

Suddenly, a shrill scream mixed with maniacal laughter rang in Zhang Wen's ears. She seemed to recognize the voice!

Yang Ning picked up the candle and placed it in front of him. Zhang Wen could vaguely see an old man's face filled with terror and pain emerging from the flickering flame!

He was a major client who had bought children from her father, Zhang Hui, many times before, and he was also the old madman she had just mentioned!

Behind the flickering flame, Yang Ning, holding a candle, gazed at the faintly visible old face in the firelight. A look of bewilderment appeared on that refined and handsome face. "Old madman? That's my master! How could I let him die?"

At this moment, Yang Ning seemed to be enjoying himself immensely as he spoke in a very gentle voice: "I'm a very timid person, and I've been afraid of the dark since I was a child, so... I lit his soul lamp."

"For the rest of my life, he will forever illuminate the darkness around me, forever."

"Forever?"

The shadowy figures visible in the lamplight and the howling sounds like ghosts in her ears left Zhang Wen completely dumbfounded!

She stared blankly at the flickering flame and said, "Does that mean...this candle will never...never go out?"

"Never going out? No, no, no—"

Yang Ning laughed and said, "If I wanted, I could extinguish this soul lamp, but I'm afraid of the dark, so I always make sure to light a candle whenever necessary."

As he spoke, he placed the candle back on the table, and the figure in the lamplight immediately disappeared.

Zhang Wen's gaze returned to Yang Ning, her eyes filled with boundless fear. "So, the old madman... the old madman will continue to experience the agony of his soul being burned?"

Yang Ning nodded slowly and said, "Sister Wenwen, don't worry about him. Don't worry, he won't be lonely because your father will be coming to keep him company soon."

Zhang Wen swallowed hard, her face drained of color. "Then... what about me?"

"What are your plans to do with me?"

"Did you... also light the soul lamp?"

"Chengcheng, Chengcheng, back then, I begged my dad not to sell you, but... but I couldn't make that decision!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wen was on the verge of a breakdown and almost burst into tears.

"You? You won't be punished by having your soul lit..."

As they spoke, Yang Ning's gaze fell on Zhang Wen's long dress, and a dreamy look of enjoyment reappeared on his face: "Sister Wenwen, the white dress doesn't suit you, the red one would be better."

Zhang Wen nodded hurriedly, "I'll change as soon as I get back! I'll never wear a white dress again! No!"

"I'll never wear white clothes again, I'll only wear red, Chengcheng, please spare my life! Please spare my life!"

"Sister Wenwen, please! Out of all those children, I gave you special treatment. Please let me off the hook. I promise to do good deeds every day from now on, okay?"

Yang Ning pushed the finished wooden figurine toward Zhang Wen and said with a slow smile, "Sister Wenwen, shall we play a game?"

"The game is called—What is your wish?"

"Not counting those you sold, but only those who died directly at your hands because of organ harvesting, there are a total of twelve people."

At this point, Yang Ning pointed to the pedestrian street outside the store and said, "Right now, there are more than 10,000 pedestrians on this street. Those twelve people are hidden among these 10,000 people, in the many shops you've visited in the past month."

"I'll give you twelve minutes. I hope you can find them and fulfill their wishes. For each one you fulfill, I'll remove one less part from you. If you fulfill all twelve, then your sins will be atoned for."

After saying that, Yang Ning picked up his phone, turned on the stopwatch, pointed the screen at Zhang Wen, and smiled, "Twelve minutes, seven hundred and twenty seconds, now, begin."

drop!

He pressed the start button, and the seconds flew by.

"No, no, no!"

Zhang Wen shook her head in horror, saying, "Chengcheng, you...you can't do this to me, you can't!"

"Please, give me a way to live, please!"

Yang Ning: "Seventeen seconds have passed, eighteen seconds, nineteen seconds..."

"Aaaaaah!!!"

Zhang Wen let out a desperate shout, and without even putting on her shoes, she turned around and ran barefoot out of the store!

After she left, fourteen small ghostly figures simultaneously appeared in Yang Ning's shop.

They sat in a row, all looking out of the shop.

"Here it comes! Chengcheng's favorite part: refining the red dress!"

"That woman probably never imagined that the reason she didn't die a quick death was because she didn't have enough resentment."

"Because she knew her sins were grave..."

"That's why Chengcheng deliberately torments her, to build up her resentment!"

"Hope before despair, despair after hope—that's what Chengcheng said is the most torturous."

"It seems like Chengcheng has a morbid fascination with things like making red clothes and lighting sky lanterns."

"Yeah, I think so too. The moment he sees a target that meets his requirements, it's like... it's like..."

"It's like a dog seeing shit!"

"..."

Suddenly, all the dozen or so little devils fell silent.

Behind them, Yang Ning's smile gradually froze.

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