Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

The sudden turn of events caught most of the people present off guard.

How come she was perfectly fine just now, and suddenly she's stopped breathing?

Before these people could even wonder, Yang Ning, who was under the eaves of the corridor inside the main gate, continued writing with his pen.

The blood-stained pen strokes left the first crossed-out name and moved on to the second.

Without the slightest hesitation, another blood-red horizontal line was drawn straight across the second name.

Almost simultaneously, the moment Yang Ning drew the red line, the same name appeared in Mingming's diary!

The next second—

"Well!"

Another low, painful cry rang out from the crowd in the courtyard!

But this outcry came and went quickly, and soon it stopped!

The others looked over in horror, only to see that, just like the first person before them, the color in that person's face was visibly disappearing very quickly!

My whole body quickly turned ice-cold!

"Wang Xiao?!"

Someone cautiously stepped forward to check the person's breath, but after pausing for a moment with their hand below the person's nose, they abruptly withdrew it as if they had been electrocuted!

"Gone again?!"

In an instant, everyone's expression changed!

They didn't understand what happened just now, but now they do!

On the spot, everyone's horrified eyes were focused on the blood-stained brush in Yang Ning's hand!

That's clearly a blood-red judge's pen!

Seemingly sensing the complex emotions—fear, resentment, and hope—in their gazes, Yang Ning stopped writing, looked up, and smiled at them, saying, "Don't worry, everyone."

"I have always been fair in my dealings, and no one has ever complained about that. You can ask around if you don't believe me."

"Today, those of you who are alive will definitely not die, of course..."

"Damn it, they definitely won't survive."

After saying that, Yang Ning lowered his head, and with a flick of his pen, the third name was drawn with a blood-red line!

"whee!"

Mingming chuckled softly, and a third name appeared in her notebook!

Clang!

In the courtyard, another person suddenly collapsed to the ground. This time, the person couldn't even let out a scream.

More than a hundred people trembled!

After recognizing reality, some of them began to mutter to themselves.

It seems they are plotting something.

Yang Ning simply smiled and shook his head at this.

He asked Han Yang beside him in a low voice, "Look, those three Grand Elders are not as courageous as these middle and lower-level disciples of the Corpse Sect."

"At least, these people still dare to have thoughts of resistance."

Han Yang kept his head down, not daring to look at Yang Ning.

He said in a trembling voice, "You...you must be joking."

"Mice run away when they see people because they know that people can easily kill them."

"Ants are not afraid of people, and even dare to crawl under people's feet, because ants have no idea what kind of mountain the people they are facing are."

Seeing that Yang Ning's expression did not change, he continued, "Those three great retainers are like rats. They know that they can't escape from you no matter what."

"These middle and lower-level disciples have no idea what they are facing, so they are willing to risk everything when it comes to life and death."

Yang Ning, clutching the blood-red calligraphy brush in his hand, asked, "So tell me, should I give them a chance, or...?"

Han Yang said tremblingly, "Please, just stomp them to death and stop torturing them."

Yang Ning nodded: "Yes, I'm someone who's very willing to listen to other people's opinions, and I think what you said makes sense."

Having said that, Yang Ning picked up the blood-red brush, glanced at the list in front of him, and waved his hand dismissively—

A huge X covered an entire page of the roster!

This scene made Han Yang, who was standing next to him, tremble all over!

He turned and looked into the courtyard!

A large number of the hundred or so people in the courtyard collapsed on the spot!

Those people sitting on the ground were like a neat stubble of wheat, as if an invisible scythe of death swept over their heads!

Then, they fell forever.

The chatter that had been going on among the crowd suddenly stopped.

Apart from the patter of raindrops, the entire courtyard was as quiet as a ghost town!

At that moment, someone cried.

The person who was crying was sitting in the middle of the stubble that had just fallen over.

He was surrounded by dead bodies, but he was still sitting there.

This scene seems somewhat abrupt.

Tick ​​tock!

A drop of blood dripped from the tip of the blood-red brush. Yang Ning smiled and said to the man, "Congratulations, your crime doesn't warrant death."

The person forcefully stopped crying, looking extremely agitated, wanting to cry but not daring to.

Yang Ning said, "Go ahead and cry, it's okay, really, I'm not being sarcastic."

"Ugh!"

The man immediately burst into tears!

Han Yang looked at the list that Yang Ning had crossed out.

There was indeed a person's name, not covered by the large blood-red cross.

Whoosh!

A night breeze blew by, and the roster in front of Yang Ning, which had been touched by both hands, turned its pages automatically.

At this moment, the person holding the roster began to tremble violently.

Because his name is on this page.

Yang Ning smiled at the man and said, "Don't be nervous, it's no use being nervous anyway."

The man's hands trembled suddenly, and he accidentally dropped the roster on the ground.

Yang Ning watched this scene with a smile, blood dripping continuously from the blood-red brush in his hand.

The man knelt before Yang Ning, repeatedly kowtowing and pleading, "Spare me! Spare me!"

"I killed a few people for the purpose of refining corpses, but that was a long time ago!"

"In fact, because of the existence of the Special Administration Bureau, our entire Dust Lake Corpse Faction has become much more restrained in recent years!"

"Please, please! Show some leniency!"

Yang Ning yawned and said, "It's yours."

"Um?"

The man looked at Yang Ning in confusion and asked, "W-what did you give me?"

Yang Ning laughed and said, "I wasn't talking to you."

Han Yang grabbed the man's head from behind and whispered in his ear, "You were the one who told me that you were given to me."

Click!

After saying that, Han Yang snapped the man's neck.

Pulling the body aside, Han Yang took the man's place, picked up the roster from the ground with both hands, and respectfully presented it to Yang Ning.

Looking at the names on the second page, Yang Ning hesitated slightly and said, "Hmm, as expected, if the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam will be crooked too. There are a few more people who can survive on this page."

After saying that, he still picked up his pen and put an X on it!

Unlike the previous page with the crosses, this time the crosses only cover most of the list on the page, not the entire list.

Whoosh!

I glanced at Mingming's diary next to me, and saw a sea of ​​blood-red names on it.

Then, another group of people in the courtyard collapsed.

Next page.

Next page.

Continue to the next page.

All the way to the last page.

More than a hundred members of the Dust Lake Corpse Sect died.

About ten survived.

Putting down the blood-red brush, Yang Ning picked up his own book of fate, his face contorted with pain.

I finally accumulated over three hundred good karma points, and now a third of them are gone.

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