Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

When Yang Ning woke up, it was already past ten in the morning.

I might be a little out of sorts since I just got back, which is why I woke up a bit early.

The kids were already busy in the bathroom, testing the water temperature, squeezing toothpaste, getting towels, preparing toilet paper, and checking the toilet drain...

Each performs their own duties.

The few little ghosts who had no hands or feet, no head, or were afraid of water or had difficulty moving, surrounded Yang Ning, staring at him with their ghostly eyes wide open.

He casually put Chen Yamei's head, which was hanging from the ceiling, back onto her neck, then pressed down the severed limbs of the little turtle that he had been swinging around like a windmill, and then...

set aside.

Summer is currently adjusting the water temperature in the bathroom, so there's no time to put his heart on.

Among the little male ghosts, Xia Tian and Wu Di, the bald boy, are the most diligent.

The little bald guy is wiping the mirror.

Yang Ning yawned and looked around, left and right...

He vaguely remembered that he had smashed something.

After looking around, I finally saw the wooden sign that had been broken into two pieces behind me.

He blinked his still-sleepy eyes and muttered to himself, "Good heavens..."

"That girl was really charming. I thought I'd have to fix this brand myself after I woke up, but it broke in the middle of the night?"

Beside him, the little turtle, with his severed arms and legs hanging from it, crawled over and said with a sweet smile typical of children, "That didn't break in the middle of the night, it broke this morning."

Yang Ning: "For me, that's the middle of the night."

"I never expected that Lulu's suitor would be so helpful, running over to help her in the middle of the night."

"Xiao Hai is really in trouble now..."

Tongtong, who was usually quiet and reserved and disliked moving, suddenly had a red glint in her eyes and asked, "Will Xiaohai...die?"

Yang Ning said somewhat lazily, "He's been dead for a long time, okay? You've been dead for years too."

Tongtong pressed on, "Then, will it disperse?"

Yang Ning didn't speak, because at that moment, Bei Bei, whose face was delicate but covered with blood-red cracks, ran out of the bathroom.

"Chengcheng, are you washing your face here or using the basin over there?"

Beside her, a frail, small body, cracked as if glued together, held an empty basin in her hands, also looking at Yang Ning.

"Wash over there."

After Yang Ning finished speaking, he got up and left, leaving Tongtong with a hint of doubt on her face.

At this moment, Chen Yamei hugged her little head and said, "Tongtong, you're so silly."

Tongtong turned her head away, crossed her arms, and said in a slightly arrogant tone, "Go play somewhere else. I don't talk to children."

The little head, which was being held against her chest, was lifted high above her head, and she stuck out her tongue at Tongtong from above: "Hehehe! Silly silly silly!"

"Xiao Hai brought food to Chengcheng before, do you think he'd break up with her?"

Upon hearing this, Tongtong nodded almost imperceptibly, feigning maturity, and said, "Hmm, that makes sense."

After saying that, he changed his position, crossed his arms again, turned his back to Chen Yamei, and ignored her.

Half an hour later, the little devils finally finished their work for Yang Ning.

Yang Ning, who had just woken up and was still sleepy, disappeared.

Instead, there was a well-mannered young man with perfectly combed hair, without a single wrinkle in his clothes, and spotless from head to toe.

At this moment, Honghong came over with his phone and asked, "What do you want to eat? Order takeout? Or eat out?"

Yang Ning was speechless when this topic was brought up.

I met two pretty good chefs on this trip.

One is Zhongwen, and the other is Wu Laoliu.

As a result, he let them all escape because of his kindness.

He said somewhat irritably, "I have no appetite. I'll just go to the convenience store across the street and buy something."

So, Yang Ning visited their convenience store after being greeted by the three members of the work team across the street, who were almost lined up in a welcoming manner.

They lined up to welcome them when they arrived, and lined up to see them off when they left.

This made Yang Ning wonder if convenience store services had become so inefficient these days.

Watching Yang Ning's departing figure, store manager Fang Yuan and his two employees exclaimed, "Wow! The little boss is back?"

"They came back last night! And they brought a ton of stuff with them!"

"It's all over, it's all over..."

Fang Yuan sniffed and asked, "Opening sale! Do you think there will be a murder on Yundu Road within a few days?"

The two shop assistants: "..."

......

After buying some oden, Chinese hamburgers, bread, milk, ice cream, and grilled sausages, Yang Ning returned to his shop. He cooked for the little devils and fed the baby zombies. Then, he leisurely ate his food.

As he ate, he calculated what he had gained from the trip.

First, there was that angel.

With a slight movement of the hand holding the bread, a wisp of black smoke drifted from Yang Ning's fingertips and landed on the carpet in front of the desk, revealing a thin, malnourished-looking Western man.

The man had several bloody wounds on his back, and a halo above his head that burned with holy flames but looked like it might go out at any moment.

This time, the angel is no longer the same as the Golden Knight Harun from before.

This is the very essence of the angel's soul.

Looking at the angel, Yang Ning asked, "Messenger of Heaven, the gates of Heaven have closed, you have been abandoned by your divine kingdom. What are your plans now?"

Hearing Yang Ning ask this question, the angel hesitated, unsure how to answer.

But Yang Ning then asked, "Do you want to be a red-clad blood angel, or do you want to experience the feeling of your soul being burned?"

This time, the angel knew how to answer.

"You sin-ridden Easterner, you deserve a terrible death! The holy light of heaven will purify you sooner or later!"

"The glory of our Lord will burn away all your sins, and you will be forever—"

"Honghong, slap him."

Snapped!

A crisp slap suddenly rang out in the small shop, and the angel with broken wings was slapped from Yang Ning's desk to the shop entrance by Hong Hong.

Before becoming a vengeful ghost in red, Honghong already possessed a pair of blood-red hands.

Because it carries too much resentment from the spirits of those with severed hands.

Now he's dressed in red, and his buffs are maxed out next to Yang Ning!

Even a four-winged angel with broken wings couldn't withstand a slap like that!

Yang Ning, munching on a Chinese hamburger, stood up. He'd only taken one step when he suddenly asked Bei Bei, "Do I look a little unrefined like this?"

Beibei nodded: "Yes!"

Poetry and Literature, standing to the side, said timidly, "But when it comes to refinement, eating is more important."

Beibei nodded again: "Yes! Shiwen is right!"

Nearby, Sun Dapang, leaning against the shelf and sitting on the ground, said while shaking his intestines, "Yeah, eating is important."

"But since there's food, then there's something for everyone—"

Seeing the murderous glint in Yang Ning's eyes, he immediately lowered his head.

Once Yang Ning's gaze shifted away from him, he muttered under his breath, "Some things don't cease to exist just because I don't say anything about them."

"If there's food, there's stool."

"If it's gone, even you, Chengcheng, will be in big trouble."

Crack!

A bolt of lightning struck out of nowhere, and Sun Dapang instantly turned into a black, fat man.

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