Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

After Yang Ning finished speaking, Zhong Wen's face, which was as white as a dead man's, did not change much.

After all, they were scared half to death on the way here, what else could they do?

If you're any more scared, you'll just faint.

At this moment, Zhong Wen desperately wished he could faint.

However, after all, they are people with a net worth of tens of billions, so they still have the ability to withstand the pressure.

Involuntarily, Zhong Wen's eyes glanced at the complete set of kitchen utensils next to him.

The kitchen is fully equipped with cutting boards, knives, seasonings, and various soup pots and woks.

Yang Ning was actually a little surprised that Xiao Hai could deliver such a complete set of kitchen utensils.

If they were rusty items salvaged from shipwrecks, that would be one thing, but the kitchen utensils in front of Yang Ning were clearly new.

Some of them didn't even have their packaging film removed.

This is strange.

Yang Ning decided to wait until things were settled here before going to see what had happened to the little sea ghost.

Turning to Zhong Wen, Yang Ning casually said, "Mr. Zhong, shall we begin?"

"It's already dawn. If we don't hurry, breakfast will turn into lunch."

Zhong Wen, who was slumped on the ground, trembled all over and backed away little by little, his only remaining leg, which still had feeling, desperately pushed off the ground!

Yang Ning laughed and said, "Honghong, pinch his other leg too."

He had barely finished speaking when, snap!

With a clenched fist from afar, a bloody hand appeared on Zhong Wen's ankle, revealing visible bruising of necrotic flesh!

Now, he couldn't move anymore.

It could only drag itself along the ground, unable to even let out a scream.

Because his attention wasn't on his feet at all.

Yang Ning raised his hand, and several children very considerately stepped forward and carried various kitchen utensils to Zhong Wen's side.

Sun Dapang handed him a cleaver, saying, "Come on, you surnamed Zhong, make it quick!"

"You were so quick to chop off other people's hands back then, and now you're just as quick to do it to yourself!"

"Stop dawdling and you'll get a mouthful of shit from me, Fatty!"

Chen Yamei, clutching her head, looked puzzled: "Do...do I have to eat his hand? It feels...it feels so dirty!"

The little turtle, which had been lying at Yang Ning's feet staring wide-eyed at the little golden corpse, suddenly looked at its arms and legs hanging around its neck and asked in confusion, "Can...I eat this?"

The frail, fragmented Shiwen looked around, plucked a large, dew-covered blade of grass, and handed it to Zhongwen, saying weakly, "Here, wash up, or you'll get a stomachache if you eat this..."

Chung Man was on the verge of tears.

No, he's already crying.

Is the service really that good?

Zhong Wen still didn't want to chop off his own hand. He even had a sudden inspiration and put his hand inside his pants and wiped it on his buttocks!

Then he raised his hand to Yang Ning, and said in a trembling voice, extremely excited, "Want some more?!"

"I touched my own anus! Are you still going to eat it?!"

Are you going to eat it or not?!

This is the most deadly threat Yang Ning has encountered since he turned ten!

Yang Ning: "?!"

Ruan Kai and Han Yang: "?!"

Honghong: "?!"

"Whoa!"

The gentle and frail Shiwen and Chen Yamei, who was clutching her head, each made a vomiting gesture and quickly ran away!

Sun Dapang: "?!?!"

He lunged forward, grabbed Zhong Wen's hand, smelled it, and then turned to Yang Ning, shouting, "He's lying! He didn't touch it!"

Chung Man: "..."

Yang Ning: "..."

Startled for a moment, Yang Ning asked, "Little fatty, who are you? Do I know you?"

Honghong nodded hurriedly and asked, "Yes, yes, who are you? Where are you from?"

Shi Wen hurriedly exclaimed, "I...I...I don't know you either!"

The other little devils also hurriedly expressed their stance, and in the blink of an eye, Sun Dapang went from being one of the little devils to a wandering ghost.

But he showed no sign of being hurt. Instead, he patted Zhong Wen's trembling, sweat-drenched cheeks triumphantly and said arrogantly, "If your knife isn't sharp and your horse is too thin, what can you use to fight your fat grandpa?"

Zhong Wen silently lowered his head.

Yang Ning couldn't stand it any longer. He beckoned Sun Dapang back and said to Zhong Wen, "Mr. Zhong, don't worry!"

"You eat all of what you make today; we absolutely won't take it from you!"

"Honghong, prepare the ingredients for Mr. Zhong!"

"Okay!"

Honghong raised her bloodied hands and stepped forward, picked up a kitchen knife with one hand, and pressed Zhongwen's hand firmly onto the cutting board!

At this moment, Yang Ning looked into the distance and said to the little golden corpse lying at his feet, "Go, get a basin and borrow some blood from the True Dragon Saint Monk over there who is preparing to sleep forever."

The little golden corpse quickly crawled out, picked up a small basin, and ran towards the dragon corpse.

Not long after, Tula's roar came from ahead.

But it was just a roar.

When the little golden corpse returned, the small basin was already half full of dragon blood.

Yang Ning looked at Hong Hong, nodded, and said, "It's okay."

A smirk played on her lips as she raised her bloodied hand, knife in hand, high into the air before bringing it down swiftly.

Swish!

Blood splattered!

"ah!!!"

......

Long Yin possesses the immortal body of Buddha Seal, capable of reviving the dead and restoring flesh to bones.

Five minutes later, Zhong Wen stared blankly at his hands, looking utterly incredulous.

Looking at the hands on the cutting board in front of him, he was even more incredulous.

On one side, Honghong said coldly, "Shall we begin? How should we make the first dish?"

Zhong Wen stood there stunned for a long while before he came to his senses. He murmured, "My...my hand?"

"It's grown again?"

"It can...it can grow back?"

Hearing him say that, Yang Ning suddenly realized that things might be a little bad.

Sure enough, the Chinese character that was slumped on the ground didn't need to be urged anymore; it started moving on its own!

He even looked up at Yang Ning and asked, "Where's the fire? Do you even have a brain?"

"Does cooking not require fire?"

"Why didn't you prepare the fire beforehand?"

"With a brain like yours, you couldn't recover even if you ate a human's hand, let alone a human's brain!"

Chung Man himself probably didn't realize that his life had reached its peak at this moment.

Yang Ning didn't react much; the people inside his soul lamp candles were constantly hurling insults at him.

However, everyone else around Yang Ning was filled with respect for Zhong Wen!

Especially those two from the Special Administration Bureau!

At this moment, Zhong Wen's image in Ruan Kai and Han Yang's hearts was simply soaring to the heavens!

"flame."

Yang Ning said it casually, and then—boom!

A small, blazing fire was lit next to Chung Man.

A moment later, Zhong Wen picked up one of his own hands, which he had washed and shaved, clenched it between his hands, and grinned maliciously at Yang Ning, saying, "Hehe, hehe, hahaha!"

"What's your name again? Never mind, it doesn't matter..."

"You want to see me make a fool of myself, don't you?"

"Sorry you can't see it, but even if it's my own hands, I'll cook it however I want!"

Eat however you like!

After saying that, Zhong Wen threw the hand into the boiling water next to him!

However, the moment his hand fell into the boiling water, the sinister smile on Zhong Wen's face froze instantly!

A scalding sensation, like boiling water, instantly assaulted his newly grown hand!

"Ahhhh!!"

"ah!!!"

In an instant, Chung Man's screams were like the wailing of ghosts and howls of wolves!

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