Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

Although Han Yang said that, he actually didn't quite believe it.

He naturally had no objection to exchanging the small golden corpse for the large golden corpse.

He was even a little secretly pleased.

But he didn't think the little golden corpse would abandon him so easily.

After all, it has been many years since I was captured by the Dust Lake Corpse Sect from an ordinary person.

Even though he had been cursed with a corpse spell, obscuring his three souls and seven spirits, it made no difference to the little golden corpse!

Thinking back to how the little golden corpse had just pushed open the vermilion gate with him, Han Yang felt that his relationship with the little golden corpse could withstand any test.

So he secretly made two fingerprints, intending to contact the little golden corpse in secret.

result......

A strong sense of crisis suddenly arose in the heart of this great genius!

In an instant, every hair on his body stood on end!

"Coo coo!"

The little golden corpse's voice still sounds the same as always!

However, when Han Yang turned his head to look, he found that on the other side of the rain curtain, the little golden corpse that was tearing apart the big golden corpse was looking back at him!

The two, one human and one corpse, stared at each other!

Immediately, Han Yang's sense of vigilance intensified once again!

He even involuntarily took two steps back!

Han Yang knew the little golden corpse he had been controlling for years all too well!

At this moment, the little golden corpse's eyes appeared calm, but in reality, if one were to express the intention to control it again, then...

No, Han Yang didn't even need to do anything else!

At this very moment, the man and the corpse stared at each other!

Han Yang noticed that the way the little golden corpse looked at him was gradually changing!

Bloodthirsty, ferocious, threatening, intimidating!

It was precisely because Han Yang knew the little golden corpse so well that he could discern many things from the brief change in the little golden corpse's eyes!

He immediately raised his hand and opened his palm to the little golden corpse, indicating that he had no intention of making a handprint again!

The ferocity in the little golden corpse's eyes gradually disappeared!

Next, Han Yang saw how the small golden corpse, which resembled Hakimi, a large golden retriever, or at most a wolf when he was transporting the corpse, treated the large golden corpse with the same imposing presence as a fierce tiger.

Suddenly, Han Yang felt a pang of sympathy for the giant golden corpse.

After all, that giant golden corpse is now his!

At this moment, Yang Ning said, "Don't worry, that giant golden corpse is the treasure of the Dust Lake Corpse Sect, and it has the ability to regenerate on its own."

Han Yang was finally relieved.

Suddenly, the torrential rain pouring down from the night sky subsided considerably.

Click!

Immediately afterwards, a crisp sound of a neck bone breaking rang out!

Liu Ba, the leader of the Dust Lake Corpse Sect, had his neck snapped by a little red ghost with a sinister grin and blood-red hands!

Seeing Liu Ba's head hanging at an odd angle around his neck, Han Yang, who had just recovered from the intense shock, suddenly felt a sense of suffocation!

He felt that his first night back to freedom was absolutely amazing and incredibly exciting!

Who is Liu Ba?

In Han Yang's mind, Liu Ba must be the most terrifying person in the world!

Even the three elders of the Dust Lake Corpse Sect are only stronger than Liu Ba in terms of strength, but they are much worse in terms of methods!

And this terrifying person is right in front of me right now!

Like an insignificant cat or dog, he was strangled to death!

Then, how terrifying must the person who caused all this, sitting right in front of me right now, be?

Immediately, Han Yang's breathing became rapid.

He realized that even though he had exaggerated his expectations, he might still have underestimated this person's strength.

At this moment, even though he was secretly wondering about it, Han Yang didn't dare to mention the name of the person in white in front of him!

"Ugh, ugh!"

Suddenly, Han Yang looked extremely pained, clutching his neck and collapsing to the ground!

Sitting in the chair in front, Yang Ning said without turning his head, "I've really seen it all today..."

"So, it turns out, there really are people who can scare themselves to death."

Han Yang is not dead.

But if Yang Ning doesn't intervene, he will surely die.

He died because he was terrified by his own thoughts.

Snapped!

Yang Ning raised his hand and slapped his hand. The crisp sound of the slap drowned out the much quieter sound of the rain and reached Han Yang's ears.

Instantly, Han Yang's three souls and seven spirits, which had been trying to leave his body, returned to him.

"Hmm!"

Han Yang recovered immediately.

When he looked at Yang Ning again, he was completely speechless.

This method is practically supernatural!

......

Liu Ba is dead, truly dead.

His son, Liu Chao, had more than a hundred lives on his hands, and was taken into the Soul Lamp by Yang Ning.

Liu Ba, the father of this man, has an even more impressive record than his son, with a total of more than two hundred lives taken!

Even if you kill such a person, you should still be given good karma.

But only one can be given at most.

His son, Liu Chao, provided Yang Ning with a favorable connection back then.

Looking at the new little figure in the register of fate, Yang Ning said to the more than one hundred people in the courtyard who were kneeling on the ground, not daring to raise their heads and trembling, "Someone come out and show me the register of your Chenhu Corpse Sect."

As soon as Yang Ning finished speaking, people immediately took action.

Some people secretly watched Yang Ning glare at them angrily, his eyes filled with tears of hatred.

But Yang Ning completely ignored him.

As he had always done since arriving here, he wouldn't even bother to glance at those people unless absolutely necessary.

Soon, a book resembling an ancient book was handed to Yang Ning by someone touching it with both hands.

Yang Ning glanced over, and then—whoosh!

The book opened automatically.

Above are names written in traditional Chinese characters, with the three chief priests at the head!

There were five people in total among the three chief priests, and two and a third of them had died by this time.

Yang Ning took a calligraphy brush out of his white cloth bag and said to Mingming, "Mingming, come here."

The little ghost girl in red, clutching her diary, stepped forward obediently.

Yang Ning touched Mingming's body with the red brush in his hand, and instantly the brush was stained with blood.

He first crossed out the names of several deceased elders on the Dust Lake Corpse Sect's register, and then turned the page.

Then cross out Liu Ba's name.

The above are the high-ranking members of the Dust Lake Corpse Sect.

Next came pages and pages of middle and lower-level lists.

Looking at the neatly arranged, densely packed names, the person holding the roster in both hands began to tremble uncontrollably.

Because his name was on the first page of this middle-level roster.

Holding a blood-stained red pen, Yang Ning lightly touched the register with the tip of his pen.

He drew a blood-red line across a person's name.

Mingming smiled beside him.

The little girl ghost in red opened her diary, and the pages flipped through it with a rustling sound.

When the page turned and stopped, a blood-red name appeared out of nowhere on the blank page.

These are the names that Yang Ning just crossed out!

The next second—

"ah!!"

Among the crowd in the courtyard, someone let out a scream and died on the spot.

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