Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

"Soft, glutinous, fragrant, and mellow; it melts in your mouth with just one bite, yet has a chewy and flavorful texture!"

The middle-aged man picked up the pig's trotter from Zhong Wen's bowl and said, "Mr. Zhong, I just don't understand, what do you usually eat? You don't even like this pig's trotter?"

Zhong Wen glanced around nervously; he clearly had no interest in discussing pig's trotters with the person in front of him.

"Master, are we really going to Haixi next?"

"Anyway, Mr. Zhong, you have nowhere to go. The Ghost Festival is coming soon, and it'll be lively in Haixi!"

When Chung Man saw police officers patrolling outside the restaurant, he immediately lowered his head.

Seeing him like that, the middle-aged man grinned and said, "Mr. Zhong, don't worry."

"Even if those police officers outside weren't after you, they couldn't do anything to you."

As if to confirm the middle-aged man's words, two patrolling police officers entered the restaurant and carefully examined everyone inside.

One of the officers walked to the inside of the restaurant and looked at everyone who had their backs to the door.

Chung Man was sitting with his back to the restaurant door.

He became visibly nervous as the officer walked past him.

Because his bruised and swollen face was quite conspicuous.

At this moment, the middle-aged man who was eating pig's trotters spoke up: "Take the things I gave you earlier."

Chung Man reached into the pocket of his shirt and took out a small, irregularly shaped fragment of unknown material.

As soon as Zhong Wen got his hands on the fragment, he smelled a strong, pungent stench.

He had previously doubted whether this thing was even useful.

However, at Shanghai Airport, he used this very thing to evade the bodyguards from the celestial phenomena.

It's the same this time.

The police officer who was passing by noticed the injury on Zhong Wen's face at a glance, but when Zhong Wen took out that thing, the officer looked directly at the middle-aged man in a long robe who was eating pig's trotters opposite him.

Soon after, the two police officers left, seeing that nothing seemed amiss with the people in the store.

After confirming that the two officers had left, Chung Man asked in a low voice, "What is this stuff? It smells awful!"

The middle-aged man finished the last piece of pig's trotter in his bowl, spat out the bone, and grinned, revealing his gold teeth: "Mr. Zhong, I advise you not to ask anymore. After all, people like you don't have much mental fortitude, why make yourself unhappy?"

Is my mental resilience not very good?

Hearing the middle-aged man say this, Zhong Wen gave a cold laugh and said, "Didn't you ask me what I usually eat? Why don't you like this pig's trotter?"

The middle-aged man nodded curiously and said, "Yes, what does Mr. Zhong usually eat? Tell me about it so this ordinary person can see for himself!"

A look of relish crossed Zhong Wen's face as he said, as if he were thoroughly enjoying himself, "Master, have you ever eaten human flesh?"

"What is it?"

Even through the sunglasses, Zhong Wen could see the confusion and shock on the middle-aged man's face.

He immediately laughed contemptuously, saying that what expert or extraordinary person he was, he was just a bumpkin who had never tasted the delicacies of the world.

Zhong Wen repeated, word by word, "Master, have you ever eaten human flesh?"

This time, the middle-aged man clearly heard him.

He instinctively asked in return, "You've eaten it?"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Chung Man laughed uncontrollably, as if he had heard some absurd joke.

His reaction already gave the middle-aged man the answer.

Immediately, the middle-aged man's expression behind his sunglasses changed slightly, and he said, "Mr. Zhong, I think I'll have to charge you a little more to save your life!"

Chung Man continued to laugh, and the more exaggerated the "expert's" reaction was, the happier Chung Man became.

After a moment, he finally stopped laughing, glanced at the bowl in front of the middle-aged man, and said, "Master, would you like some more pig's trotters?"

"After all, since we can't eat the tender hands of a five-year-old baby, we can only gnaw on these pig's trotters to satisfy our cravings."

After saying that, Chung Man-ho deliberately made a "slurp" sound.

Middle-aged person: "......"

Suppressing the urge to vomit, the middle-aged man pointed at the irregularly shaped fragment in Zhong Wen's hand and forced a smile, saying, "Mr. Zhong, what's this thing in your hand..."

Chung Man: "What is it? It stinks!"

A look of "revengeful" satisfaction appeared on the middle-aged man's face. "This is a child's skull. It was taken off while the child was still alive, then soaked in a mixture of corpse oil from a thousand corpses for a full hundred days, and finally placed inside the belly of a dead woman to nurture a 'yin fetus' for a month..."

Chung Man: "..."

Instantly, Zhong Wen's expression changed.

He had originally wanted to eat some noodles, but now he couldn't eat a single bite.

Holding the object in his hand, he asked tremblingly, "Why...why did you take this off while the child was still alive?"

The middle-aged man said smugly, "It's to build up the kids' resentment."

Zhong Wen asked, trembling, "So, that means there's a vengeful spirit of a little devil hidden inside this thing?!"

The middle-aged man slowly raised his hand, holding up two fingers. "You're wrong, Mr. Zhong. It's not one, it's two."

"Skull, fetus, two!"

"The child has been hurt by adults, so he doesn't like to see adults. Any adult who wants to see him will be disturbed by the two of them."

As Zhong Wen listened, his facial muscles twitched uncontrollably, finally erupting in a furious shout: "Bah! Shi Hao! You...you're all a bunch of beasts!"

The middle-aged man laughed and said, "Likewise, likewise!"

......

Half an hour passed.

Zhong Wen and Shi Hao boarded the high-speed train to Jiangcheng.

The inspection team arrived as soon as the high-speed train departed.

They looked like they were catching a fugitive, checking each train car one by one.

Less than two stations after the high-speed train departed, armed special police officers boarded the train and conducted another inspection of the entire train, while also carrying out simple repairs on the train's surveillance system.

Zhong Wen was extremely nervous about this, while Shi Hao kept sneering.

He even joked with Zhong Wen, "Mr. Zhong, it seems that the celestial Buddhist disciple cares about you quite a bit? He actually went to such lengths to come looking for you?"

Zhong Wen Pork looked out the car window without saying a word.

As we approached Jiangcheng, two people boarded the train.

Upon seeing these two, Shi Hao's previously nonchalant expression finally changed.

When he spoke to Zhong Wen again, his tone became more serious: "The Special Administration Bureau is also looking for you? Mr. Zhong, it seems you've offended more than just that 'Buddha's Son'?"

Zhong Wen nervously wiped his face, took a deep breath, and then, surprisingly, he smiled.

"Master, everything is now in your hands!"

Shi Hao: "..."

The high-speed train arrived in Jiangcheng, and the two got off.

As soon as he got off the bus, Shi Hao spotted a man in the crowd with eyes like a hawk, who was sharply scanning the people getting off the bus.

There were several other people standing next to this person.

Seeing this, Shi Hao grabbed Zhong Wen and turned back to get back into the car.

As soon as he got in the car, he pulled Chung Man to the restroom.

Locking the door, Shi Hao, his eyes bloodshot, urgently questioned Zhong Wen: "A Level Two Special Agent from the Special Administration Bureau! And a captain at that!"

"This is the kind of person who's looking for you!"

"I don't believe your bullshit story about offending the Celestial Buddha and being arrested!"

"If that were all, this wouldn't involve the Special Administration Bureau at all! And the Buddha wouldn't possibly hire a Level Two Special Agent from the Special Administration Bureau just because you're an ordinary person with a little money!"

"Tell me! Besides that Buddha's disciple from the Heavenly Phenomenon, who else the hell have you offended?!"

Shi Hao's voice was hoarse and strained, and if you listened carefully, you could hear a hint of fear in it.

......