Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

Snapped!

With a crisp sound, the bald boy who was making faces at the monks suddenly covered his head.

Under the varied gazes of the monks, the little bald boy covered his head and walked away looking aggrieved.

He hadn't taken two steps when he seemed to suddenly hear something, turned around, waved to the monks in the hall, and said, "Goodbye!"

The monks: "..."

In Zhongzhou, at Yang Ning's shop.

Under the watchful eyes of the Buddhist monk Yuhan and his entourage, Yang Ning first tapped the table with a "clang".

Then he frowned and said, "What happened to the manners I taught you? Forgot?"

His tone, as if he were scolding a son, was clearly not directed at the Khan in front of him, but...

Whether out of fear or nervousness, Yuhan nodded and whispered, "Yes, yes! Master's teachings are correct!"

Yang Ning: "..."

The others stared at Yuhan in silence.

At this moment, Yuhan himself seemed to realize what was happening, but how could he let himself be the only one embarrassed?

He looked at Li Bai, who was standing next to him with the plug, and the two Buddhist monks behind him, and asked, "What? Do you think the master is wrong?"

Li Bai and the two Buddhist monks nodded hurriedly, saying, "Yes, yes! The master is right!"

This made Yang Ning feel a little embarrassed.

I was trying to educate the little bald guy, so why are these people suddenly becoming so enthusiastic?

The shop fell silent again for a moment.

Click-click——

Soon, the television screen showed static, then the picture returned to normal.

In the video, the elderly monk of Tula, looking somewhat flustered, is glancing around.

Until the little bald guy appeared, a pale little hand grabbed him, and another little hand clung to the edge of the TV screen—

The little devil can freely enter and exit the screen, as Yuhan and the others have already witnessed, but!

This kid even brought someone with him!

For a moment, everyone in the shop except Yang Ning stared wide-eyed!

Yuhan: "What?! What?!"

"No way, they can actually pull it out, right?!"

The two Buddhist monks behind him stood up from the ground, their faces pale. If the Holy Monk Tula really came out of that screen, the two of them were absolutely not qualified to sit there!

Time seemed to slow down at that moment, and everyone was staring at the television screen!

Snapped!

The little bald man's feet landed first, and then he pulled hard!

"Ouch!"

A gasp came from the TV screen, and then a tall, old figure was indeed pulled out of the TV screen by the bald kid!

At that moment, Yuhan stood up as if struck by lightning, his voice respectful and trembling: "Master! Master!"

The old monk Tula's aged eyes darted around, not quite understanding where he was.

But he quickly turned to look at the north shelf in the store!

Two rows of shelves behind, and in front of the third row of shelves!

Staring at the faceless red-robed figure lying on the ground, the old monk's usually calm and composed expression finally changed!

At this moment, Yang Ning's lazy voice came from the side: "Holy Monk, don't worry, as long as you don't provoke him, nothing will happen."

Upon hearing this, the old monk turned his head, his eyes meeting Yang Ning's across the distance!

Yang Ning smiled slightly at him, and the old monk's eyes revealed a torrent of anger, but he dared not show it on his face!

On the contrary, as if he had recalled some unbearable memory, he involuntarily took several small steps back!

His action was completely subconscious; he wasn't even aware of it himself!

However, the people watching from the sidelines could see it clearly!

At this moment, Yuhan, Li Bai and the others had different expressions. Yuhan breathed a sigh of relief. Look, even a saintly monk like him had to suffer a setback, so it's nothing for him to lose face a little, right?

Li Bai thought that if the holy monk of the celestial phenomena was like this when facing Yang Ning, then what would happen if his own special agent, the first-level agent of the Special Administration Bureau, and even the team leaders faced Yang Ning?

when!

Yang Ning tapped the table and said, "Get a chair for the Holy Monk."

A fierce woman strode over and placed a chair behind the old holy monk Tula.

The old monk and his companions looked at the demon woman's feet and realized that she had simply floated over, only pretending to move her feet.

"They're openly letting evil spirits roam freely in the downtown area, doesn't the Xia Kingdom's Special Administration Bureau do anything about it?"

The old monk turned his head and looked around, finally fixing his gaze on Li Bai, who was standing next to the television and holding the power cord.

Upon seeing this, Li Bai replied with an air of self-righteousness, "I don't care."

Tula roared, "Shameless!"

Li Bai: "This holy monk, do you have any shame? Why don't you go and do it yourself?"

Tula was furious. His gaze fell on the peach wood hilt of the sword Li Bai was carrying on his back, and he said coldly, "This sword is a waste of its potential in your possession."

Li Bai turned to look at Yang Ning and saw that Yang Ning was drinking tea and not caring about anything. He held the TV plug in one hand and reached behind him with the other to draw the peach wood sword!

And then he thrust out with his sword!

Clap!

The chair that the demon had just placed behind Tula shattered into pieces instantly!

Li Bai said calmly, "You should stand up and talk, after all, it's easier for you than if you're in pain."

Despite being a fierce and aggressive swordsman, Li Bai actually had a bad temper.

He used to seem to have a good temper because he was in front of Yang Ning.

Looking at the shattered chair, Yang Ning glanced at him and said with a smile, "First, apologize to the master."

"Secondly, you have to pay me back. I remember that chair cost over two hundred, but I'll just say two hundred."

Upon hearing this, Li Bai bowed slightly to the holy monk Natula and said, "I was just a bit rash, please forgive me, Master."

Tula waved his sleeve and snorted coldly, offering no reply.

However, although he apologized, no evil woman brought him a chair.

Therefore, this one of the seven great monks of the celestial phenomena could only stand and speak with Yang Ning, who was sitting behind the desk.

......

Shanghai Airport, VIP Lounge.

Zhong Wen, his face bruised and swollen, was trembling with fear and restless.

Several celestial bodyguards were keeping a close watch on him.

Ever since being taken back to the Xia Kingdom by Yuhan, Zhongwen felt that his days were numbered.

Looking at the burly bodyguards surrounding him, Zhong Wen didn't think he had a chance to escape.

However, Chung Man did not give up completely.

His eyes scanned every person who walked past the lounge, hoping to find someone who could help him.

The chances don't seem very high.

However, as the second largest city in Xia Kingdom, Shanghai's airport VIP lounge sees very few ordinary people passing by.

If someone is truly willing to lend a helping hand to Chung Man, anything is not impossible.

Soon, a middle-aged man dressed in a gray-blue long gown, wearing a black hat and sunglasses, looking like he had returned from the last century, set his gaze on Zhong Wen in the VIP lounge.

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