Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

"Oh, this... this..."

Seeing the giant dragon fall from the sky, Yang Ning's two henchmen were dumbfounded and speechless for a moment.

After a long pause, Ruan Kai finally managed to squeeze out, "This is better than the movie!"

Han Yang: "Ruan Ruan..."

"put!"

"Did you see that? That sword strike was so damn cool!"

"As long as you can cleave a dragon in two, even if you're squatting on the toilet with a toilet brush and doing some fancy moves, even if you're covered in poop, it won't stop you from being incredibly cool."

Han Yang: "..."

He decided not to discuss this intriguing topic with Ruan Kai.

Turning to look at the thick dust rising from the Dragon Tomb Plain, Han Yang said with a worried expression, "Good heavens, how much pain must that dragon be in?"

"..."

"Ruanruan, why aren't you saying anything?"

Ruan Kai: "Hey, itchy, you don't still think that dragon can live, do you?"

"Let me tell you, that dragon isn't in any pain right now, it's feeling great!"

"Sleeping soundly, I can't wake up!"

Han Yang: "..."

He was somewhat skeptical.

After all, that dragon was such a huge creature.

He was just hit once and that was it?

Han Yang wasn't the only one who didn't believe it; the people on the mountain didn't believe it either.

Everyone stared at the smoke-filled place, quiet and still, even their breathing was carefully controlled.

They are waiting for an answer.

Could it be that the dragon, which has already grown flesh and blood, can be killed instantly by a single sword strike?

A night breeze blew by, and Yang Ning yawned again.

He muttered to himself, sounding slightly bored, "Well, nothing to do again."

Turning back to the pure black palanquin, Yang Ning casually tossed aside the bronze short sword and leaned back in the ridiculously large chair to doze off.

The bronze short sword that had been thrown aside automatically stood in front of Yang Ning and slowly rotated its blade.

Just like a guard, faithfully protecting the person behind him.

After about half an hour, the smoke and dust on the Dragon Tomb Plain finally dissipated.

The giant dragon, lying motionless on the ground, gradually came into view.

A figure ran forward quickly; it was Tula.

"A dragon?! A dragon! How are you?!"

Tula stared at the giant dragon before him with utter terror. Only when he got close did he realize just how enormous the dragon was!

However, a bloody wound was opened on this enormous dragon!

Through that wound, large swaths of steaming dragon blood soaked into the land below, a sight that tore at Tula's heart!

That's all the blood of the Dragon's Heir!

Click, click!

A strange noise came from behind Tula. He turned around and saw that Long Yin's pale golden skeleton was swaying as it walked behind him.

Tula asked in a trembling voice, "Dragon... dragon? Us?"

The skeleton couldn't answer his question. It simply stepped forward, knelt silently in the steaming dragon blood that had fallen to the ground, shifted to a slightly more comfortable position, and fell into a deep sleep.

Tula remembered that before Longyin arrived, he had said to him, "Even if I, Longyin, die, I will die before the true dragon!"

Now, his wish has been fulfilled.

At this point, everyone finally had to accept the reality before them.

That flesh and blood dragon is truly dead.

He was killed with a single sword strike.

Another sword strike.

Seeing Yang Ning fast asleep on the palanquin, no one present dared to utter a sound.

......

As dawn approached in the east, Yang Ning woke up.

He stretched and asked, "Isn't it time for breakfast?"

Beside him, the two henchmen who had been freezing all night remained silent.

Ruan Kai glanced at his backpack and said in a low voice, "I still have compressed rations and Farmer's Three Fists."

Han Yang said with a complicated expression, "You've stocked up on quite a bit of inventory?"

"You can choose not to eat it."

"I was praising you, I absolutely didn't mean anything sarcastic."

While the two were bickering, Yang Ning had already set up his pot.

Ruan Kai: "Holy crap?! Where did this pot come from?"

Han Yang: "Why are you making such a fuss? Is it really that important? Don't you think about where the seafood came from in this deep mountain forest last night?"

Ruan Kai: "..."

The pot was also delivered by Xiao Hai, along with a whole set of kitchen utensils.

Looking at the complete set of equipment in front of him, Yang Ning smiled and said, "The tools are quite complete, it's just a pity that we're missing a head chef."

As he spoke, Yang Ning looked up at a corner of the Dragon Tomb Plain.

There, Zhong Wen, who was lying in the grass, had already wet himself in fear several times.

He had taken advantage of the chaos to hide, and now he is very cautiously looking for every possible chance to survive.

As the chairman of a business group worth tens of billions, Chung Man believes in some things, but he believes in science even more.

But what happened tonight...

Zhong Wen wiped the sweat from his brow, his parched lips trembling slightly as he muttered to himself, "This...this is like a god descending to earth, isn't it?"

"Wow, they even killed a dragon? That's awesome, amazing, 666!"

"I wonder what the dragon claw tastes like?"

"I'd rather die than not have a taste!"

"Even if I can't have dragon's claws, I'd be happy with a bite of human hand! I'm really craving that!"

As soon as Zhong Wen finished speaking, a cold voice suddenly rang in his ear: "Fine!"

Zhong Wen trembled violently. He didn't even dare to turn around, and cried, "I...I won't eat anymore, I won't eat anymore!"

"Please let me go! Please let me go! Thank you! I can give you lots of money!"

As he spoke, Zhong Wen kowtowed on the spot.

He continued to kowtow and beg for mercy.

However, the cold voice ignored him completely and simply said, "Chengcheng needs breakfast, but we don't know how to make it."

Upon hearing this, Zhong Wen quickly replied, "No problem! I'll do it! I can cook! I'm a top-notch culinary expert!"

Only then did the icy voice soften slightly, "Then, shall we go?"

"Let's go! We're leaving now!"

Zhong Wen staggered to his feet, a small, blood-red hand holding his large, mud-covered hand, and walked towards Yang Ning.

Following the small hand holding his, Zhong Wen was horrified to see a little devil with a familiar face and blood-red hands staring straight at him.

The more Chung-wen looked at this face, the more familiar it seemed.

He had a habit of always looking at the owner of a hand before eating it.

Then, he made the original owner of the hand watch helplessly as he cooked and prepared the hand, and finally put it into his own mouth.

During this process, Chung Man can not only enjoy the delicious food and satisfy his appetite, but also feel the unparalleled pleasure of being superior to others.

Especially when the original owner of that hand was angry and agitated, yet helpless against him, Zhong Wen felt that the feeling was absolutely wonderful!

After all, we're all human, and I can eat people.

Those people, however, can only be devoured by themselves.

......

At this moment, looking at the child with blood-red hands in front of him, Zhong Wen's expression became increasingly terrified.

As he gradually remembered, he recalled the child in front of him with blood-red hands...

I've eaten it myself.

......