Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

Once his gaze fell on the briefcases filled with money, the boy couldn't look away.

"Is it okay? I'd like to hire a doll that can earn money..."

"Because my family needs some money."

As the boy spoke, he finally managed to tear his gaze away from the pile of suitcases and look at the sleeping Yang Ning.

The small shop was quiet in the middle of the night, with only the whistling of the night wind rushing in through the open door.

The wind chimes hanging above the shop door swayed silently in the night breeze.

Yang Ning turned over in her sleep without making any move.

The boy seemed to understand Yang Ning's answer and said somewhat dejectedly, "I... I can't get a doll?"

He lowered his head and remained silent for a long time before looking up again and saying, "Then, could you... could you lend me some money?"

"Don't worry, I will definitely pay you back!"

"I can give you an IOU!"

"I'll definitely pay you back when I'm able to earn money!"

The boy's tone sounded very sincere, but Yang Ning's breathing was also very even as she slept, showing no sign of waking up.

After hesitating for a few seconds, the boy tentatively asked, "You have so much money, surely you wouldn't mind if I borrowed some?"

"Okay, I'll wait for you for half an hour. If you have no objections, I'll take that as your agreement?"

"I... I'll write the IOU for you first."

After saying that, he looked at Yang Ning's desk, took out paper and pen, and quickly wrote down an IOU.

Initially, he wrote 50,000 on the IOU.

"Well, actually, we don't need 50,000, 45,000 will be enough."

As he spoke, the boy altered the number 50,000 to 45,000.

He didn't even know how to write the amount, he simply wrote "forty-five thousand yuan".

Finally, he used a pen to blacken his thumb and wrote his name: Wen Lele.

Press your handprint.

The boy placed the IOU, which he had written unilaterally, on the table and said, "Here's the IOU."

"I don't need my copy. You can keep yours. When I pay you back, you need to give me the IOU!"

Then, the boy named Wen Lele just sat there waiting.

He really did wait for half an hour.

Yang Ning was naturally still asleep.

He got up and hesitantly walked towards the few suitcases in the corner of the shop.

He walked along talking to himself, as if trying to encourage himself: "I've already given you the IOU, so taking your money...isn't that offensive?"

"Yes, I definitely won't offend you."

"This is borrowed from you, I didn't steal it..."

Opening a suitcase and seeing stacks of neatly folded banknotes, even this young man, who hadn't experienced much of the harsh realities of society, felt his heart suddenly race.

He might not understand what this box of money really meant, but he knew that taking out just a small portion of it would solve his current predicament.

The boy carefully took out a stack of banknotes and began counting them one by one.

That stack contained a hundred sheets, but he seemed unaware of this, counting four stacks before taking out a fifth.

This time he counted fifty bills, took them out, put them together with the previous four stacks, put the rest back into the box, and closed and fastened the box again.

Holding the counted 45,000 yuan, the boy returned to his desk and looked at Yang Ning, who was still sleeping, asking, "Um, after I go out, will... will I be chased by that faceless... faceless ghost?"

"Will the faceless ghost replace the money in my hand with ghost money?"

"If...if it's replaced with ghost money, then I...I won't pay you back!"

"Then...then I'll leave? When you wake up, make sure you keep the IOU safe!"

After the boy finished rambling on, he carefully put away all the money and turned to leave.

When he reached the shop entrance, he looked up at the wind chimes overhead.

The wind chimes still swayed silently in the night breeze, without making a sound.

But behind the boy, the sound of pages turning could be heard from a corner of the shop.

After staring at the wind chimes for a while, the boy muttered to himself, "Fine, I'll just take the beating. I don't think I'll be able to earn any money in the short term to pay you back."

After saying that, he turned around and walked back to Yang Ning's desk, seemingly intending to put the money back.

However......

"It's nothing for me to be beaten, but I don't want my mother to be beaten too; her health isn't good to begin with."

After muttering this, the boy turned to leave.

But when he reached the wind chimes at the door, he hesitated once again.

"My mother taught me that there are some things I can do and some things I can't do."

And so, from the moment he entered the store, the boy lingered in Yang Ning's shop for almost two hours.

Finally, he made a decision.

"Forget it, I don't think Mom would let me do that."

He turned back, put all the money he had back into the suitcase, tied the bundle that had been torn apart back up, and closed the suitcase back to its original state.

This time, the boy seemed much more relaxed and turned to leave without any hesitation.

But when he reached the shop entrance, he turned back again.

He returned to Yang Ning's desk and took the IOU he had just written.

Then he strode away from Yang Ning's shop and disappeared into the pre-dawn night and morning breeze.

No sooner had the boy left than something strange happened in the shop.

In the corner, a little girl in red glared angrily at Yang Ning!

There, with blood-red hands, Honghong glared at Mingming, refusing to budge an inch!

Mingming: "Honghong, do you want to die? Why are you stopping me? He wants Chengcheng's money!"

Honghong: "He did take it, but he didn't leave the store! Besides, Chengcheng is very kind now; she wouldn't risk someone's life for 45,000 yuan!"

Mingming glanced at the bloodied hands and sneered, "You have the most blood on your hands here, and now you're suddenly being kind?"

Blood gushed from Honghong's blood-stained hands, and her childish voice was filled with determination: "Chengcheng is kind, so I am kind."

As the two little devils faced off, Yang Ning, who was fast asleep, turned over.

Immediately, the two little devils looked away, neither of them looking at the other anymore.

On one side, a group of other kids sat in a row, all resting their chins on their hands and looking at the two of them.

The exceptions are Little Turtle, Chen Yamei, and Little Zombie.

dawn.

Yang Ning woke up naturally.

With the help of a group of little devils, I finished washing up.

Pack up and get ready to head to the train station.

Before leaving, Yang Ning looked at the money in the shop and fell into deep thought.

What should we do with so much money?

Before he could come up with a solution, someone came to the store.

One of the two attendants of Prince Yuhan, the celestial Buddhist disciple, a tattooed Buddhist monk, clasped his hands together before Yang Ning with a sincere smile and said, "Master!"

"I've brought the three hundred million US dollars that His Highness the Buddha promised to pay you!"

"The armored truck at the bank in the parking lot has already exchanged all the money for Xia Yuan, as you instructed!"

"Would you like to receive it?"

Yang Ning turned to look at the parking lot.

The parking lot of this pedestrian street was packed with armored trucks!

There were more than twenty vehicles at a glance!

Yang Ning: "???"

Tattoo artist (Buddhist master): "???"

Yang Ning: "More than twenty vehicles???"

The tattoo artist nodded and smiled, saying, "Yes, the exchange rate has been approaching 7.3 these past two days, that's more than twenty cars!"

Yang Ning: "..."

The tattoo artist's smile became somewhat complicated: "Master, this soul lamp of yours is certainly not cheap!"

......

Across the street, there's a convenience store.

"Manager! Manager!"

"Good heavens! That foreign astrologer who visited the boss a few days ago has brought him enough money to fill more than twenty armored trucks!"

"They're all parked in the parking lot!"

"More than twenty! My goodness!"

"How much does this cost?!"

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