Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

It was midnight, and the night was deep.

The crowd that had gathered to watch the hearse during the day had dispersed.

However, police officers from Shinri City remained on duty at the scene, staying close by.

Just after midnight, three bald monks dressed in red robes appeared with synchronized steps.

The police officers on duty seemed to have been instructed to turn away the moment the three red-robed monks appeared.

The three monks stood with one hand in front of them, bowing slightly to the police officers.

He then bowed solemnly to the pile of ashes that had been cleared together.

Every monk's face was extremely solemn.

Then, the three red-robed monks hurriedly ran to the ashes and searched very carefully inside.

Even after several hours, the ashes pile was still hot to the touch.

But the three monks seemed oblivious, working diligently and meticulously, as if panning for gold in the sand.

Finally, a monk's face suddenly lit up with surprise. He reached into the ashes and pulled out a piece of white paper that had been burned down to a tiny fragment!

His face lit up with elation, and he shouted excitedly, "Found it!"

"I found it!"

Xia Kingdom, Zhongzhou Yundu Road.

Yang Ning looked at the small piece of paper that had been burned to a mere scrap in his hand and smiled slightly.

Then he yawned.

It seems like he has no interest in or cares about anything.

......

The next morning, at seven o'clock.

Yang Ning boarded a flight bound for Mingyue City.

His actions may seem like a personal matter, but in reality, many people were secretly worried because of them.

Everyone in the Special Administration Bureau was puzzled.

They just killed about forty people in the Celestial Phenomenon, and it was even broadcast live globally. Now this big brother, whose name they don't even dare to mention, has made another move?

10:00 AM.

Yang Ning appeared in front of the former Xiangli Hotel, now a shopping mall and commercial apartment complex, holding a bouquet of flowers.

Looking at the modern shopping mall building in front of him, Yang Ning smiled sincerely.

At that moment, on the LED screen on the building's exterior, a red cartoon character that was dancing suddenly stuck out its tongue at Yang Ning.

Yang Ning laughed and said, "Yeah, you led everyone across thousands of miles through the mirror overnight. Little bald guy, you've gotten even more amazing!"

This time, the red cartoon character wiggled its butt.

Yang Ning: "Hmm, I think you have a very good chance of beating me in the mirror world this time."

Snapped!

The building's LED screen went black instantly; the power had gone out.

Yang Ning smiled and walked into the mall, went through the elevator shaft, took the stairs, and went up to the 24th floor.

The door to the fourth floor has been sealed off with a seal.

At this moment, in front of the door on this floor, there are many flowers, mourning couplets, and some offerings.

Yesterday marked the tenth anniversary of the fire at the Xiangli Hotel.

Even though ten years have passed, many people have forgotten about that fire.

But many people still remember it.

People still remember them.

Yang Ning put down the flowers in her hand and bowed slightly to the door in front of her, which was sealed with tape.

Click!

The door, sealed with tape, opened automatically, and Yang Ning stepped inside.

This floor still retains its original appearance after the fire, and at this moment, many "people" who look like charred charcoal stand in the corridor.

There are "people" from the Santana Group, and there are also "people" who died in the fire that occurred here ten years ago.

Among them was a small, blood-red figure.

Yang Ning placed a lit incense stick on the floor, looked at these "people," and said, "If no one has any last wishes, then let's disperse."

The ghostly figures that had been burned to death bowed to Yang Ning to express their gratitude, then became thin and turned into wisps of smoke and dissipated.

Even the ghosts of the Santa Group employees expressed their gratitude to Yang Ning.

Because in the final moments of his life, Yang Ning did not cause these people any pain.

They harmed people but were not the masterminds; they only need to pay with their lives, there's no need for them to suffer torture.

Of course, Lorraine was an exception, huddled in a corner, trembling with fear.

He will become the eighth lamp in front of Yang Ning's desk.

Strictly speaking, Lorraine wasn't qualified either, but that didn't matter; Yang Ning was willing to promote him exceptionally.

Upon seeing Yang Ning, Lorraine, now a charred ghost, revealed an intense and venomous look in her eyes!

Yang Ning laughed, "Mr. Lorraine, I love your unruly attitude."

After saying that, he reached out and beckoned, and Lorraine transformed into a wisp of black smoke that coiled around his finger.

Finally, Wu Di, the bald-headed boy, led a charred corpse to Yang Ning.

Yang Ning said to the charred man, "Go in peace."

The charcoal-like figure knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times to Yang Ning before gradually dissipating.

After dealing with all of this, Yang Ning stayed in Mingyue City for half a day and booked a flight back to Zhongzhou for that evening.

When I got back to the shop, it was already dark.

Looking at the eighth soul lamp lit up in front of his desk, Yang Ning felt an immense sense of satisfaction.

He poked at the candle flame with his hand, the flickering light revealing Lorraine's infinitely resentful face.

Yang Ning laughed and said, "Come on, Mr. Lorraine, let's make a bet, a bet on..."

"Hmm, let's bet on whether your holy monk master will save you?"

In the lamplight, Lorraine's expression suddenly turned terrified!

But Yang Ning ignored these words and continued, "If, I mean if, that Celestial Saint Monk is willing to save you..."

"hey-hey......"

"Then our destiny has come together."

Yang Ning played with that tiny flame on the wick for a good hour or so before putting it back on his desk.

As soon as the Soul Lamp was gone, Yang Ning immediately yawned.

Beside her, Shiwen, her body shattered into pieces, rested her little head on her hand, blinked her eyes, and asked, "Chengcheng, ever since we came here, you seem to be constantly sleepy."

Yang Ning yawned again but didn't say anything.

He looked at the eight soul lamps in front of his desk and wondered, when will the ninth one come?

On one side, the little turtle crawled over, tossing its arms and legs along, and said with a grin, "Chengcheng is sleepy because it has no other toys to play with besides candles!"

As he spoke, he used his severed arm to support his two severed hands and handed them to Yang Ning, saying, "Chengcheng, here you can play!"

Beside her, Chen Yamei followed suit, offering her own adorable little head as well, "Chengcheng, you can play with this!"

On the other side, Xia Tian reached out to dig out his heart from his chest cavity, while Sun Dapang, whom he hadn't seen for several days, was still swinging his large intestine.

Honghong stared at her bright red hands, while Tongtong began to touch her eye sockets...

Yang Ning: "Stop!"

The little devils all stopped.

He yawned again, feeling a little hungry.

Looking at the group of kids in front of him, Yang Ning said with some dissatisfaction, "You're all getting on in years, each of you is in your twenties or thirties, and not one of you knows how to cook?"

"Having to order takeout so late at night when you're hungry is so unhealthy!"

The taciturn Tongtong blinked his scarlet, ghostly eyes and said, "How about we call the Special Administration Bureau and have them deliver it?"

Another equally taciturn and reserved person, Honghong, flexed his bloodied hands and said disdainfully, "Tongtong, you don't understand the Special Administration Bureau at all. They manage special affairs, not food delivery."

Tongtong shook her head: "No, no one knows the Special Administration Bureau better than me."

"Although they are not responsible for delivery, they can be responsible for Chengcheng's delivery."

Sun Dapang, swaying his intestines, asked, "Chengcheng, how about I get you some? Plain, fresh!"

Yang Ning: "???"

The next second, crack!

Suddenly, a blue arc of electricity lit up the store!

Now, the large intestine in Sun Dapang's hand was truly ready to be eaten.

Just then, Mingming, carrying her diary, floated over and said to Yang Ning, "How about I kill a chef for you and make him cook for you every day?"

Yang Ning glanced at her and said, "The feng shui of that corner is good; that place suits you better."

Mingming: "?!"

With tears of blood streaming from her eyes, she said, deeply moved, "I knew you cared about me. Today, I'm going to kill that person who can cook for you, no matter what."

As she spoke, she spread her hands, and the notebook, which seemed to have become one with her, opened automatically.

With a horizontal stroke, a vertical stroke, a left-falling stroke, and a right-falling stroke, a small, blood-red "木" (wood) character quickly takes shape!

Snapped!

Yang Ning slammed her hand on her notebook and said, "This person will come on their own in a while, no need to bother them."

Ding, ding, ding!

Just then, there was a knock on the door of the shop.

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