Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

The man who gave the fish was completely smitten!

He originally wanted to show the fish-eating kid what the King of Hell's surname was, but he almost met the King of Hell himself!

Outside, the rain was pouring down, and inside the dark little noodle shop, a coffin lay across the floor!

That's fine, after all, several villages around Leyu County make a living by making coffins!

but!

The noodle shop owner, who had been talking to him not long ago, was now sitting crookedly at his feet.

Judging from that...

The person is still alive, but dead.

The man delivering the fish rushed out to make a phone call, but there was no signal.

Holding the frozen fish, I stood in the pouring rain and wiped my face. I put the fish man in his car, ready to go to the police station, but then the car stalled.

And no matter what I do, I can't hit it.

Sitting in the car, looking back into the dark noodle shop, the fish delivery man felt a surge of primal energy welling up inside him—

My pants were hot and damp.

......

After leaving the fish soup noodle shop, Yang Ning did not go far.

He followed the turtle shell and wandered around the old street until he arrived at a blind massage parlor that was still open for business.

In a massage parlor with a vintage feel, three middle-aged men, wearing sunglasses even on a rainy night like this, sat in a triangular formation.

The moment they saw Yang Ning appear in the pouring rain outside, the sunglasses on the noses of the three of them slid down simultaneously.

Outside, the rain was pouring down, but Yang Ning's white clothes remained completely dry.

There wasn't even a drop of water on the ground.

Upon seeing this, the sunglasses that the three masseurs had already slipped down a bit off their noses fell down even further, almost blocking their nostrils.

But none of the three dared to raise their hands to help.

As soon as he entered, Yang Ning greeted the three with a smile, "Oh? All the masters are here?"

He looked around the shop, picked out a leather couch, lay down, and said, "Give me a nine-finger masseur. I don't care if he's blind or not, but he must have nine fingers."

As soon as Yang Ning finished speaking, clang!

A knock came from outside the massage parlor.

Through the window, a hunched figure with disheveled hair appeared.

The figure stood sideways by the door, its body hidden outside.

But the blade of the boning knife she was carrying, dripping blood, was clearly visible to the massage therapists through the open shop door.

In the night wind of the rainy night, the blood-red sleeves behind the knife were faintly visible.

The three masseuses turned to look at their companions, and at the same time, all three stood up.

Then all three of them stopped at the same time.

One of them ignored the other two's attempt to step forward, and as soon as he moved, the two men grabbed his shoulders, one on each side.

Both of them said at the same time, "I have children!"

"It shouldn't be me who dies!"

The man turned around, and the other two turned slightly to the side, so the three of them faced each other.

At this moment, Yang Ning, who was lying leisurely over there, said lazily, "Hurry up, don't keep me waiting."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't care about having nine fingers."

The three men simultaneously raised their hands to put the sunglasses that were blocking their nostrils back on their noses. After a moment's hesitation, two of them looked ashen-faced.

The next second, without prior arrangement, the two people pointed at another person.

The person being pointed at took a deep breath, ripped off his sunglasses, and revealed a pair of clear eyes filled with tears. This was the same person who had just said, "It shouldn't be me who died."

He kept saying "thank you, thank you" to the other two, who then took off their sunglasses. It was clear that their eyes had no pupils, only the whites of their eyes.

A moment later, a deep breath echoed in the massage parlor, and then—

"ah!!"

A bloodcurdling scream rang out, and a finger fell to the ground.

The nine-finger masseur seemed to be very skilled, and Yang Ning massaged for almost an hour before it ended.

As he left, he said to the masseur whose hands were covered in blood, "Since you're crippled, don't go near dead people anymore. Focus on massaging the living."

The masseuse looked at the bloodstains on her hands, which had soaked through the gauze, and with tears in her eyes, kept saying, "Yes, yes!"

"From this moment forward, I have absolutely no connection with the Dust Lake Corpse Sect!"

"I will forget all the secret techniques of corpse-driving and settle down to be a nine-fingered masseur!"

Yang Ning nodded in satisfaction, then got up and walked outside.

As I reached the door, bang!

Behind him, the other two real blind masseurs knelt on the ground, their heads touching the ground, their whole bodies trembling.

Yang Ning didn't even bother to look back. The smile on his face gradually faded, and finally he said nonchalantly, "Strangle him."

After saying that, Yang Ning stepped into the torrential rain outside.

Behind him, a man with blood-red hands and a sinister grin appeared—

Click, click!

The two blind masseurs fell to the ground in almost identical postures, their necks tilting to the side.

......

After leaving the massage parlor, Yang Ning followed Wang Bakezi and wandered around the old street.

As he wandered around, he glanced at the other side of Leyu County and muttered to himself, "Brother Kai, if you can't speed things up a bit, then..."

"You'll miss the big show in a little while."

After saying that, Yang Ning stopped and turned to look at a pastry shop by the roadside.

Like the fish soup noodle shop and massage parlor before it, this pastry shop was still open even in the pouring rain late at night.

An old woman with a full head of white hair was sitting on Puzi Road.

Unlike the fish noodle soup restaurant and the massage parlor, this old woman's eyes showed only sadness, not fear, when she saw Yang Ning.

Yang Ning smiled and stepped forward, "Grandma, how much are the pastries?"

The old woman shook her head. "Take whatever you like."

Yang Ning refused, saying, "How could I possibly accept that?"

The old woman looked Yang Ning up and down and said, "You haven't even reached Chenhu yet, and on the way you've already stirred up clouds and rain with a wave of your hand, annihilating three gold, six silver, and twelve bronze corpses of my sect..."

"You only left two gold, two silver, and three bronze coins? Young man, is there really such deep hatred between us?"

Yang Ning casually picked up a piece of osmanthus cake, tasted it, and nodded, saying, "Hmm! It tastes good!"

"What did you just say, Mother-in-law?"

The old woman looked at Yang Ning silently, her eyes, weathered by countless years, filled with complex emotions.

She remained silent, so Yang Ning said to himself, "Oh, I heard you clearly!"

"Are you blaming me for not sending away all the gold, silver, and bronze corpses of your Dust Lake Corpse Sect together?"

"It's like this, Mother-in-law: Brother Kai has worked so hard to get here with me, and we're practically colleagues..."

"Shouldn't I give him a chance?"

After saying that, Yang Ning picked up another piece of mung bean cake and ate it.

"Mmm, mung bean cake is delicious too!"

After finishing his meal, Yang Ning picked up two more pineapple cakes and asked, "How much did they cost in total?"

The old woman said expressionlessly, "These few dollars can't be charged. Eat more, and when you've eaten five dollars' worth, we'll settle the bill."

"No need, this is enough!"

Yang Ning rummaged through the white cloth bag slung over his shoulder and found his wallet, which he hadn't used for many days.

He opened his wallet, looked at the old woman, and asked, "Um...?"

"Do you want money for the living, or money for the dead?"

......