Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

Night fell quickly.

The number of pedestrians on Yundu Road gradually decreased.

Fang Lin was at the entrance, and Zhu Long was inside the store. The two of them had been guarding Yang Ning there all day.

Zhu Long always liked to stare at the few candles in front of Yang Ning's desk.

Especially the third lamp inside.

Seeing the two people constantly dozing off, Yang Ning put the little clay figure whose wrist had just been cut off aside and took out a lump of mud from the mud basin at his feet.

While shaping the clay figure, Yang Ning casually asked, "It's getting late. How are the three of us going to sleep tonight?"

How do you usually sleep?

As Zhu Long spoke, his gaze fell on the clay figure in Yang Ning's hand.

He always felt that there was something strange about the clay figure in Yang Ning's hand.

Yang Ning tapped the floor beneath her seat and said, "I always sleep on the floor in the shop. Are you two coming with me?"

Zhu Long said meaningfully, "You haven't slept on the floor more than a few times."

Yang Ning understood what Zhu Long meant. He picked up the carving knife and slowly sculpted the clay figure in his hand, saying, "Well, I usually travel a lot for work."

"It doesn't matter when I'm on a business trip; I can just stay in a hotel to treat myself."

Just as Yang Ning said this, Zhu Long noticed out of the corner of his eye that behind Yang Ning, there were mattresses, blankets, pillows and other similar items that had appeared out of nowhere!

And those things are slowly unfolding and settling on their own!

At this moment, Zhu Long's inner thoughts were incredibly complex!

I knew you could control ghosts, wow, you're not pretending at all now?!

Yang Ning laughed and said, "What are you pretending for? I've never treated you like an outsider."

Zhu Long: "..."

I'm truly honored!

Yang Ning: "Stop using foul language, it's a bad habit."

Zhu Long was utterly speechless.

At this moment, he saw that the bedding behind Yang Ning had been set up, and suddenly thought of something!

I clearly applied the medicine supplied by the Special Administration Bureau when I arrived, but...?!

Why can't I see that thing sleeping on the floor?!

Yang Ning lowered his body slightly and asked softly, "Want to see? If you say you want to, I'll show you."

Zhu Long trembled. "No, I don't want to."

As the two were talking, the second clay figure in Yang Ning's hand had already taken shape.

It looked like a woman, and like the previous one, she had no facial features.

Yang Ning held the carving knife against the clay figure, sometimes resting the blade on its arm, sometimes on its foot...

"Sigh, there are really not many places to choose from..."

As he marveled at this, Yang Ning suddenly ran his thumb across the blank face of the clay figure, and in the next second, a set of lifelike features appeared on the clay figure's face!

Immediately afterwards, a smile appeared on Yang Ning's face, but a flash of light appeared in his hand!

Clang!

The clay figure's ankle was cut off!

Seeing this scene, Zhu Long felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar!

His whole body was ice cold!

Because he understood!

Yang Ning wasn't just carving away at the clay figure in his hand; he was shaving it away with each stroke.

He's severing people's souls and limbs!

Zhu Long panicked when he saw Yang Ning take another clump of mud out of the mud basin!

"Master Yang?!"

He grabbed Yang Ning's hand and said urgently, "Master Yang, please have mercy!"

Yang Ning didn't speak. He looked down at Zhu Long's hand that was pressing against his, then looked up and asked with a smile, "Want more?"

Zhu Long was stunned and asked, "Wh-what?"

Yang Ning chuckled and said, "I'm asking you, do you still want these hands that were able to successfully set up a feng shui formation right under my nose?"

Upon hearing Yang Ning's words, Zhu Long's expression changed drastically!

He suddenly felt a numbness all over his body and immediately tried to pull his hand back, but...!

A dark blue ghost handprint slowly appeared on his hand!

Zhu Long felt as if a pair of icy hands were squeezing his hand tightly!

In that instant, Zhu Long felt the suffocating aura of death!

It's the true aura of death!

Zhu Long had no doubt that his life was now very close to its end!

With one hand held down, Yang Ning didn't struggle. He held the carving knife in his other hand, gently placed it on Zhu Long's wrist, and asked with a smile, "Are you a feng shui master, practicing formations?"

Zhu Long nodded repeatedly without saying a word.

Because he couldn't speak at that moment.

Extreme fear made it difficult for him to speak properly!

"Was setting up this trap in my shop your idea or the Special Administration Bureau's?"

Zhu Long was still speechless, but Yang Ning already knew the answer he wanted.

He laughed and said, "You know what it means to us experts to set up an array in someone else's house without permission?"

"That means if I were even slightly less capable, I would be at your mercy right now."

"You can do whatever you want with my life, you can bully my family, and everything I own will become your spoils the moment you finish your work."

"So I'm curious. I've been holding back all day, and I just want to ask you, what grudge do we have that would make you treat me like this?"

As Yang Ning spoke each sentence, Zhu Long's face was covered in sweat!

This time, his tongue finally recovered a little, and he mumbled, "Master, Master! But! My formation has no effect on you!"

Zhu Long spoke at almost the loudest volume of his voice, clearly trying to get Fang Lin's attention!

However, Fang Lin, who was sitting at the door, just kept yawning and showed no intention of turning around to look inside.

Yang Ning's smile widened, and the tip of his carving knife was already pressed against Zhu Long's skin. "Let me help you sort it out..."

"Your formation is useless against me, mainly because I'm a tiny bit stronger than you, so your formation is useless, right?"

"Then how I handle this matter has nothing to do with you?"

Zhu Long nodded, trembling. "Master, Master! Spare me! Spare me just this once! Spare me just this once!"

Yang Ning said wistfully, "Is there anything else you want to say to me?"

Zhu Long kept shouting, "Master, spare me! Spare me! Please, please! I'll never dare to do it again!"

Yang Ning repeated, "Is there anything else you want to say to me?"

Zhu Long cried, "Master, I...I...Master, please spare me!"

This time, Yang Ning remained silent.

A moment later, a smile returned to his face. "I've hinted at it to you countless times today. I can see right through you."

"But what about you? You've been gloating over your little tricks."

"Even now, you still think I can't see that your formation isn't feng shui at all, but rather a corpse energy formation from a corpse-driving secret technique?"

"You still think I can't see that the person standing before me right now is nothing more than a disguised corpse?"

"Hmph..."

As Yang Ning spoke, a morbidly bewildered look gradually crept into the smile on his face.

He picked up the third of the six soul lamp candles on his desk, and saw a hideous and distorted face faintly emerging inside!

Yang Ning chuckled softly and said, "You think I can't tell...?"

"You're Liu Chao's uncle, the one from the Dust Lake Corpse Sect who enjoys deep conversations with the dead?!"

"You think I can't see through you? You want revenge for him?!"

Zhu Long was completely stunned!

I was utterly horrified!

While Yang Ning was speaking, his hands didn't stop moving. The clay figure had already taken on a human shape, only lacking the blank facial features!

Turning the clay figure around to face Zhu Long, whose face was filled with horror, Yang Ning smiled and said, "I've given you a chance."

"It's your own dishonesty."

As he spoke, Yang Ning's fingers traced across the clay figure's features—

An old, aged face suddenly appeared!

The next second, Yang Ning smiled, but his eyes flashed with cold light!

"I don't kill people randomly, and I am kind, but that doesn't mean I'm easy to bully."

Swah——

As soon as the words were spoken, a flash of a blade appeared!

An ordinary carving knife, its blade gently resting on the clay figurine's hands!

Clang—

The clay figure's hand is broken.

......

Golden Eagle Hotel, next to Chaoge Xue.

An old man who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, seemingly dozing, suddenly opened his eyes!

He suddenly raised his hand—

The hand flew out.

Blood gushed out from the broken wrist!

"Ahhhh!!"

A scream rang out, startling everyone else in the Special Administration Bureau!

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