Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

Yang Ning waved his hand, scattering a beam of light across the sky, which reddened half of the sky.

He was seeing someone off.

Now, the person has left.

boom!

Chung Man collapsed to the ground, exhausted, and peacefully closed his eyes.

Then, the crimson clouds that suddenly appeared in the night sky slowly disappeared.

After that, Yang Ning looked at the people he was about to see off.

"Gentlemen, do you have any last wishes?"

The two sides were not close, and a cold wind was blowing, but Yang Ning's calm and composed voice clearly reached the ears of those friends from other regions.

On the mountain peak, a commotion broke out among the Death Scythe Action Group members, who were surrounded by endless vengeful spirits.

The fear of death haunted each and every one of them.

A burly man from the northern islands of Europe shouted, "Hey! We've got a mistake!"

"The one who was about to attack you is dead. The rest are just people who don't want to fight you. It's a misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding!"

First of all, the burly man was speaking a language from Europe.

Yang Ning couldn't understand.

Of course, he could understand if he wanted to, but he's always been rather lazy.

Secondly, given the distance and the howling wind, the burly man's words couldn't possibly reach Yang Ning's ears, so...

Yang Ning could only pretend that he had just farted.

Seeing that there were only people farting on the mountain and no one talking to him, Yang Ning couldn't help but start thinking about how to send them away.

In an instant, more than a hundred methods flooded Yang Ning's mind.

The number may not be large, but each method is very practical.

Just as Yang Ning was struggling with his decision, a rich aroma of meat wafted from behind him.

The kids have already cooked the first batch of skewers for tonight.

The delicate-looking Shiwen ran over, carrying two skewers of meat that were almost taller than her, and asked in a childish voice, "Shall we eat first?"

Who could resist a gentle little ghost who chases after you to feed you?

Yang Ning nodded happily: "Okay!"

Seeing that Yang Ning had gone back to eat barbecue, the members of the Death Scythe on the mountain all breathed a sigh of relief.

But they all knew that their current safety was only temporary.

Everyone turned to look at the two highest-ranking members of the group: the Golden Knight Harun and the Punisher Tinis.

Prior to this, Harun had been thinking of a solution.

His gaze kept shifting between the enormous dragon corpse on the Dragon Tomb Plains, the weeping Tula, and the pale golden skeleton of the Dragon Yin.

Time slipped away quietly as Yang Ning ate barbecue skewers, Ruan Han and his duo ate compressed dry rations, and the Dead Scythe's men trembled in fear.

Furthermore, Natula's crying grew increasingly heartbroken.

This prompted Yang Ning, who was enjoying some skewers, to turn around and yell, "Stop pretending! You've been giving me this whiny, psychological suggestion, trying to make me think he's dead again? He'll just quietly get up again after I leave?"

"Let's not use the same tricks we used ten years ago again, shall we?"

After Yang Ning finished speaking, Tula, looking embarrassed, actually stopped crying.

Gradually, it was nine o'clock at night.

The night of the Ghost Festival is approaching.

From this moment until the early hours of the next day, this is when the ghostly aura is at its strongest.

Yang Ning put down the cleaned skewers of grilled meat, clapped his hands, and looked up at the mountain.

This time, the Golden Knight Harlen met his gaze. Before Yang Ning could speak, Harlen said, "Can we please live through today? There are only three hours left!"

The Golden Knight was stronger than the burly man from before, and he had the ability to make Yang Ning hear his words.

Yang Ning cleared his throat and asked sarcastically, "Huh?"

Harlan had assumed Yang Ning would agree without hesitation, after all, he was so strong...

Now that Yang Ning had asked this question, Harun immediately had a bad feeling.

He quickly gestured to the others with his hands behind his back.

Everyone in the Death Scythe Operations Group began their secret preparations!

More than two hundred people formed a solid defensive line by relying on the cliff behind them!

Harlan continued to stall for time with Yang Ning: "We're only here to arrest you! Arrest, not kill!"

"We're taking you back for investigation! If you've committed no crime, you won't be punished!"

Yang Ning scratched his head and asked, "If I'm not mistaken, you were informed on your way here that this mission will be very dangerous?"

Harlan retorted, "People like us are always in dangerous situations on every mission!"

Yang Ning waved his hand, picked up his book of destiny and flipped through it, saying, "I've always preferred to act according to fate rather than according to my whims."

"Because I feel I can't just impose my personal will on unrelated people."

"But it's a different story if it's someone I'm destined to be with."

Holding up the Book of Fate, Yang Ning smiled slightly at Harun and said, "And each of you two hundred-plus people is someone I am destined to meet."

"Those who are not meant to be either didn't come, or they turned back halfway."

"Coincidentally, I also have over two hundred people with good karma here, so..."

Yang Ning raised his head slightly and said wistfully, "Shouldn't we always have to pay a small price for the fate we've brought upon ourselves?"

His gaze shifted from Harlan to the vengeful spirits that filled the mountains and fields. "You will all vanish by dawn tomorrow, so now, let's indulge in pleasure."

At this point, Yang Ning's voice suddenly turned cold: "Charge them!"

"roar!!"

In an instant, the vengeful spirits that had been silent for a second suddenly let out extremely fierce howls!

One by one, the vengeful spirits, driven by an intense urge to devour living beings, charged toward the Death Scythe Action Group's defensive line!

At this moment, the ferocious sea of ​​vengeful spirits turned into a giant wave, sweeping towards the cliff where the Death Scythe group was located!

The Golden Knight Harun took the knight's greatsword from his back, stood on the mountain peak, glanced at Yang Ning, and turned to leave.

He approached the priests from Alain and said, "Thank you for your help, beautiful ladies."

"Please, bless me."

The high priest, leading the procession, asked with a worried expression, "Your Excellency, Golden Knight, what blessing do you require?"

Harlan raised his head slightly, took a deep breath, and said, "Kingdom of Salvation."

The high priest's expression changed drastically, and he exclaimed in surprise, "You...you've made up your mind?!"

"While Kingdom Come: Deliverance can indeed summon messengers from Heaven for assistance, you...you are..."

"Miss Pastor, do we have any other choice?"

......

The Special Administration Bureau's Fourth Group's headquarters, Suolongjing.

A fierce dragon roar resounded from the Dragon Locking Well, which was as deep as an abyss!

This startled Li Bai, who was sitting on the edge of the well!

Beside him, the Arhat, who sat calmly, said in a low voice, "The ghostly energy has accumulated enough; the soul of the dead dragon is stirring."

His words startled Li Bai again.

Li Bai almost jumped into the Dragon-Locking Well.

Li Bai immediately exclaimed, "No, Leader Luohan, this...this?!"

Luo Han glanced at him. "What do you want to ask? Do you want to know how powerful this dragon soul is? I'll tell you—"

Before he could finish speaking, Li Bai shook his head and said, "No, I wanted to ask..."

"Team Leader Luohan, is this dragon really going to be killed a third time by the shopkeeper?"

Luohan: "???"

"How can you be so sure he can kill?"

Li Bai: "???"

"Team Leader Luohan, do you want to hear what you're saying? Who are you questioning?"

Luohan: "..."

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