Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

Even when facing Long Yin, who had saved his life, Shi Hao still had a fierce look on his face.

Just like a dog that guards its food.

Seeing this, Long Yin remained calm and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, I wouldn't stoop to stealing other people's things."

"You can do whatever you want, but please remember one thing: I have only gratitude for you, no hatred. I am not the one who wants to kill you."

"If you truly become the king of this world, please take care of me. Thank you."

The picture next to it laughed when I pulled it.

Even Shi Hao himself didn't quite believe Long Yin's words.

But Long Yin's next words stirred Shi Hao's heart: "My friend beside me has no idea how great what you're about to do is."

"After all, you will become the first person to drive a dragon corpse among all the corpse-driving sects in the world, including your own Corpse Sect, the entire Dust Lake Corpse Sect, and even all the corpse-driving sects in the world."

"People who are destined for great things are often not favored by those around them, because most people in this world have a narrow perspective. But I believe in you, keep going."

After Long Yin finished speaking, Zhong Wen, who was standing next to Shi Hao, stared wide-eyed.

Who would believe such a ridiculous lie?

However, Shi Hao was deeply moved as he listened, and at one point thought he had met a kindred spirit.

A hint of gratitude even appeared in her eyes as she looked at Long Yin.

Zhong Wen was all too familiar with Shi Hao's expression at this moment.

Many of the companies under his control secretly run gambling dens, and Shi Hao in front of him is like a gambler about to be tricked into betting his last stake.

Zhong Wen originally wanted to say a few words of advice to Shi Hao, after all, the two had developed some feelings for each other during their escape.

But seeing Shi Hao's expression, Zhong Wen promptly shut up.

Once a gambler is at the table, you can't wake him up.

Zhong Wen knew that Shi Hao wasn't brainless; it was the dragon tomb behind him and the delusion of embarking on a great undertaking that had clouded his judgment.

"Yes, yes! Don't worry, you masked guy, when I chase away the dragon corpse, you'll be my most capable underling!"

Shi Hao became more and more excited as he spoke, as if a wonderful life was beckoning to him: "I'll eat the meat, and you can have the soup!"

Long Yin smiled and said, "It is my great honor."

Shi Hao then turned to Zhong Wen and said, "Mr. Zhong, don't worry, I won't treat you unfairly! Anyone causing you trouble? I'll take care of them for you!"

Chung Wen nodded silently, then said with an awkward smile, "Th-thank you!"

Long Yin raised his hand, and he and the ibex beneath Tula began to retreat.

"Tomorrow night, the ghostly aura will be at its strongest, making it easier to transport corpses. Future king, I await your good news."

Hearing Long Yin's words, Shi Hao became even more excited!

He turned and let the sheep run into the dragon tomb nestled among the mountains, where he personally stuck corpse slivers into the ground.

Zhong Wen, standing behind, froze, unsure of what to do.

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Northern foothills of Kunlun Mountain.

Members of the "Death Scythe" special operations team, who departed from Khartoum, arrived at the foot of the mountain by helicopter.

Everyone put on polar combat suits and black masks, leaving only their eyes exposed, and packed their equipment to prepare to go into the mountains.

Golden Knight Harun counted the number of people; there were a total of 223.

He was the first commander of this operation, and the second commander was the black woman, Tinis, from the Frankish Punishers.

A black priest from the Afrika Korps lit a bonfire on the ground, arranged stones into intricate patterns, killed dozens of vultures, and distributed their blood to everyone to drink.

Harlan and Tinis refused.

Afterwards, the Black Priest sang and danced around the campfire, and the members of the Death Scythe Operation Group felt light as a feather, and with a light step, they leaped forward a long distance!

Soon after, the Death Scythe team set off.

Everyone moved with the speed of eagles, swiftly sweeping across the mountains!

Even without drinking vulture blood or receiving the black priest's buff, Harun and Tinis, as the commanders, were still able to keep up with the group's pace.

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On the last night before the Ghost Festival, both the north and south slopes of Kunlun Mountain were quiet.

Only one place was very lively.

Because of Long Yin's little trick, there were hardly any animals near the mountain path, so Yang Ning's dinner seemed to be in trouble.

But that's only what it seems.

Yang Ning took out a crystal glass doll that he hadn't seen in a long time; inside the doll was a vast expanse of blue seawater.

If you look closely, you can see the little sea monsters floating inside.

"Xiao Hai, I have nothing to eat..."

Far out at sea in Binhai City, a little sea monster who was hiding in the sea playing with fish suddenly looked up and saw Yang Ning's face, which was faintly visible against the starry sky.

At the same time, I heard Yang Ning's words.

The little sea monster grinned, and splash!

Towering waves surged up, carrying large numbers of fish into the sky.

As a result, Ruan Kai and Han Yang, those two country bumpkins, gained some new insights.

Seeing the large number of sea fish that suddenly appeared and fell from the sky, Ruan Kai and Han Yang nodded in unison, "Yes, that makes sense."

"Reasonable!"

Next, the kids divided the work in an orderly manner: Little Baldy started a fire, and Summer processed the seafood.

Tongtong was in charge of skewering, Honghong was in charge of grilling, Shiwen was in charge of serving, Yang Ning was in charge of eating, and Beibei was in charge of wiping the grease from Yang Ning's mouth.

The little turtle and Chen Yamei are in charge of being cute.

Working together with one heart and one mind, with a perfect division of labor.

Ruan Kai and Han Yang ate compressed dry rations with Farmer's Three Punches.

Yang Ning had originally intended to invite them to eat together, but just as they were about to step forward, Mingming's cold, eerie voice rang in their ears—

"You two, one is named Ruan Kai, and the other is named Han Yang, right?"

At the same time, the sound of Mingming's diary pages rustling through the pages could be heard.

Ruan Kai immediately laughed and said, "I have a sensitive stomach, I can't eat these things!"

Han Yang: "Me too!"

Since that was the case, Yang Ning didn't insist. He was enjoying a skewer of grilled fish when he suddenly realized that one of the kids was missing.

Turning his head, Yang Ning saw Sun Dapang staring intently at the ghost soldiers carrying the palanquin.

He brandished the half-eaten intestine he had pulled from his own stomach, stared at the two-meter-tall, red-skinned ghost soldier with horns on his forehead, and asked, "You people from below, do you eat and defecate too?"

Ghost Soldier: "..."

The ghost soldier being stared at by him showed a slight change in expression, but remained silent.

It was 11:59 PM, halfway through the night.

After finishing dinner and resting for a while, Yang Ning, holding a grilled squid in his hand, exclaimed, "Honghong, your grilling skills are getting better and better!"

Hearing Yang Ning's praise, Hong Hong, who was usually violent and cold-faced, grinned.

Turning his head towards the direction of the Dragon Tomb, Yang Ning opened his mouth and ate a large piece of grilled squid.

"Crunch, crunch!"

While eating, Yang Ning exclaimed, "Mmm, this squid is so crunchy!"

Just as he was enjoying his meal, the fifteenth of July arrived.

As soon as midnight struck, a sudden gust of wind rose over the Kunlun Mountains, which were shrouded in the deep darkness of night.

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