Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

In Zhongzhou, at Yang Ning's shop.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward.

Given Tula's status as a holy monk, once he leaves Yang Ning's shop, he will enjoy state guest-level treatment.

However, in Yang Ning's shop, he never expected that not only would Yang Ning himself not give him face, but even the junior special agent from the Special Administration Bureau in front of him would not give him face.

He turned to look at Yang Ning, wanting to ask, "Is this how the Xia Kingdom treats its guests?"

But seeing Yang Ning's calm expression, as if nothing had happened, he still couldn't bring himself to say it.

Yang Ning took the initiative to ask, "Holy Monk, how is the True Dragon Holy Monk among you doing lately?"

Tula didn't look into Yang Ning's eyes, but instead looked at the several soul lamps in front of his desk and said, "Good, good..."

"That's good. I haven't seen him for several years, eight or nine years, right?"

Yang Ning said as if recalling the past, "I was young then, and he was the first person to make me realize that there are always people more capable than myself."

"Tsk, that's a bit of a shame."

As he spoke, Yang Ning smiled and asked Tula, "Holy Monk, isn't it a bit of a pity? You were just one move short, just one move short, and you wouldn't have been so terrified today."

As he spoke, Yang Ning picked up his teacup and took a sip, his eyes filled with a mocking expression as he looked at Tula.

As one of the Seven Holy Monks, Tula, despite his inner fear, appeared to be in a relatively normal state of mind.

"It's a bit of a pity, but as things stand now..."

The holy monk from Tula finally dared to look Yang Ning in the eye and continued, "At least, the outcome is good."

"Um."

Yang Ning nodded and said, "I agree with what the holy monk said. I was young back then and made some mistakes and took a wrong turn."

As he spoke, Yang Ning picked up a new teacup, poured in water, and with a flick of his wrist, slowly spilled it onto the floor beside him.

Upon hearing Yang Ning's admission of his mistake, the old monk's eyelids twitched. His eyes flashed with a painful memory, but he quickly concealed it.

Putting away his teacup, Yang Ning looked at the Holy Monk Tula and smiled, saying, "Holy Monk, I was wrong about what happened back then."

"But today, we'd like to ask you to speak on this..."

Yang Ning picked up the Lorraine Soul Lamp from the table. "Tell me, who's in the wrong here?"

"Yes, Lorraine was wrong."

Tula's voice clearly lacked confidence.

Even his usual saintly demeanor had become much weaker.

Yang Ning's hand, holding the Soul Lamp, remained motionless in mid-air. The smile on his face was frozen in place, neither strong nor weak. "Holy Monk Tula, I'm not asking about the arson incident back then, but about what happened between me and Holy Monk Kangmin regarding this Soul Lamp."

"Please say it again, who is in the wrong here?"

The old monk Tula's lips trembled slightly, but he still insisted, "Lorraine is wrong."

"If it weren't for Lorraine, none of this conflict would have happened."

Yang Ning smiled and said, "Okay."

He held the soul lamp in one hand and gently stirred the candle flame with the other.

In an instant, the flame on the candle leaped up, and a hideous, pained human face could be vaguely seen within it.

"Master Tula, since you all believe Lorraine is wrong..."

As Yang Ning spoke, the movements of his hand stirring the flames gradually slowed down, but the face vaguely visible in the candlelight became increasingly pained!

"Then, why don't I just get rid of Lorraine? It's all his fault anyway."

Suddenly, Yang Ning grabbed the flame and extinguished it instantly!

The face that was faintly visible in the flames also disappeared!

"Don't!"

The old monk Tula hurriedly said, "It's not Lorraine's fault, it's Kangmin's fault! Kangmin's obsession with this disciple is too deep; he's wrong!"

Yang Ning released his grip with a cold smile, and the flames rose again.

The face faintly visible in the flames, its expression contorted in pain and rage, now held a new emotion: fear.

Yang Ning said calmly, "Since you also know that Lorraine was wrong, then I won't say anything more, just like I said to the Buddhist monk Yuhan before."

"If you want Lorraine's soul lamp, you can exchange it for the soul of that old holy monk."

The same excited look reappeared in Yang Ning's eyes. "I haven't dealt with your Celestial Monk yet!"

"Should I refine him into a red-robed being, or light his soul lamp? That is the question..."

Tula closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and said nervously, "I'll ask Kang Min what his choice is."

"I need to borrow some paper and pen. The paper should be translucent and soft, and the pen should be a calligraphy brush or a quill pen."

Yang Ning closed his eyes and said calmly, "Bring it up for the master."

A fierce woman picked up a tray from a corner of the shop, on which were prepared calligraphy brushes and Xuan paper, and placed it in front of Tula.

It seemed that Yang Ning had anticipated Tula's arrival and had made preparations in advance.

The paper and pen that were served were empty of ink, but Tula didn't care. He picked up the brush and glanced at Yuhan, who was standing there blankly like a fool.

Yuhan immediately understood and hurriedly stepped forward to unfold the Xuan paper.

Tula took a brush and drew a very simple horizontal and vertical line on it.

He looked at Yang Ning and said, "I asked Kang Min if he was willing to exchange his last breath for his apprentice. The horizontal line represents refusal, and the vertical line represents agreement."

Yang Ning yawned, nodded, and didn't say anything.

Soon, a vertical line appeared on the paper, just as if someone were actually writing with an ink-dipped brush.

Looking at this vertical line, Tula's eyes revealed a deep sadness.

Tears welled up in his eyes as he murmured, "Why...why did you have to do this?"

Beside him, Yang Ning frowned and muttered to himself, "Red clothes? Soul lamp? Red clothes, I guess?"

"No, I feel that the Soul Lamp is better."

"But the Soul Lamp's functionality is far inferior to that of the one in red!"

"Oh dear, this is such a difficult choice!"

Tula, as if he hadn't heard, returned the paper and pen, saying, "Now that everything is settled, please allow them, master and disciple, a little more time together."

Yang Ning replied without hesitation, "No problem, seven days."

Tula nodded. "Then, about possession and resurrection?"

Yang Ning: "The soul has been returned to you. How you deal with it is your business. I won't interfere."

Tula's face showed no sign of relaxation. "If Kang Min successfully resurrects Lorraine by possessing her body, will you still continue to kill Lorraine?"

Yang Ning smiled and shook her head: "No."

Tula remained wary and continued, "And what about your evil spirit? Will it continue to kill Lorraine?"

Yang Ning smiled and shook his head: "No."

Tula hesitated for a moment, then continued, "Then will you send someone else to kill Lorraine?"

As before, Yang Ning smiled and shook her head, saying, "No."

Tula stepped forward, his face full of doubt, and asked urgently, "Why? You'll let Lorraine live? You have such a kind heart?!"

Yang Ning propped his head up with his hand, looking uninterested, and said, "Because of the question you asked..."

"His preconditions simply won't hold."

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