Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

Yang Ning walked up to the fallen angel, holding a milk in one hand and a Chinese-style hamburger with ham, fried egg, and lettuce in the other.

As he ate, he pointed to the convenience store across the street and said, "Do you know why this slap only made you this bad?"

"It's not because Honghong only has that much strength, but from this angle, what you smashed into the convenience store across the street was their refrigerator, which has ice cream that kids love to eat."

To the angels, this was undoubtedly a blatant insult.

His face was full of resentment, but he dared not utter another word.

He could only cover his numb half-face and stare at the floor with a sinister look, as if he mistook the floor for Yang Ning.

Yes, if you look closely, Yang Ning's shadow is indeed reflected on the bright floor.

Not daring to look at the real person, only daring to vent anger by staring at the reflection?

Yang Ning smiled.

"You are a messenger of heaven, how come your behavior is so similar to those cowardly scoundrels of the heavens?"

"Come on, be bold, look up at me, I can't eat you."

After saying that, Yang Ning took a bite of the Chinese hamburger in his hand and muttered, "There's not much meat in this patty."

Angel:"......"

Hearing Yang Ning's words, how could the angel dare to raise his head!

Who knows if he said that unintentionally or if he was being deliberately malicious?

At this point, even the angel dared not look at Yang Ning's reflection on the floor.

Meanwhile, the large, black, and fat man, who was smoking, comforted the angel, saying, "Don't worry, he won't eat you."

"Because eating food of unknown origin can cause indigestion and make it difficult to defecate."

Angel:"???"

Food of unknown origin?!

A scholar can be killed but not humiliated!

This time, the angels are truly enraged!

Even a clay figure has some earthy spirit; didn't you see that old man from the earth, who'd been left to dry all night, glaring at Yang Ning with eyes practically spitting fire?!

Instantly, the angel who had been knocked to the ground was enraged. Even with its wings broken, it still charged at Yang Ning with a roar!

Snapped!

Yang Ning continued munching on his Chinese hamburger, while the fallen angel was once again slapped away by Hong Hong.

Seeing the angel's reaction, Yang Ning ate while thinking, and then said, "I have an idea. Since you are my first guest from the West, then..."

"I'll let you enjoy the full service then."

"Summer, bring a lamp."

Seeing the cup-shaped candle that the little devil had taken, the angel's face turned ashen instantly!

Last night, he finally understood what the soul lamps in Yang Ning's hands were!

"No, no! Don't do this to me! I beg you! I... I'm innocent!"

Yang Ning was stunned. "Good heavens, you were summoned by your letter and attacked me without a word. I'm not some heinous criminal, and you still have the nerve to say you're innocent?"

"Pah! Shameless!"

As he spoke, Yang Ning reached out and beckoned, and the angel immediately transformed into a wisp of black smoke and flew toward the candle in Xia Tian's hand!

Yang Ning ran her fingers over the candle wick, making a hissing sound.

Black smoke billowed up, and the blazing flames began to flicker!

As the flame leaped, oil gradually accumulated on the wick—those were the tears of angels.

In the candlelight, the face with Western features gradually became contorted in pain, clearly enduring immense suffering.

Yang Ning finished his Chinese hamburger, took a sip of milk, then held the soul lamp in front of him and said, "Mr. Angel, those who can be lit by me are usually evil people who have a great destiny with me."

"Admittedly, it is a sin for you to lay a hand on me, but ultimately it is due to your position. You are guilty, but if we're talking about evil, what you did is not so great."

"So I've decided to give you a little special treatment."

With that, Yang Ning turned around and walked behind his floor-standing desk.

The other soul lamps were arranged in a row in front of the desk. Yang Ning placed the soul lamp belonging to the angel behind him, against the wall.

He waved his hand, and a few kids dragged over the two wings that were bigger than them.

Yang Ning hung the two pairs of angel wings on the left side of the wall behind his desk, which was behind his usual seat.

The angel's soul lamp was placed on the floor beneath the wings.

As the flames on the soul lamp flickered, the two pairs of angel wings appeared incredibly white in the candlelight.

Yang Ning looked at the angel wings hanging on the wall as if admiring a work of art, and said with a smile, "Mr. Angel, I am a successor of the Spirit Gate, so I cannot tolerate the followers of other sects here."

"And you, as my spoils, I will not force you to abandon your faith."

"How about we play a game?"

Yang Ning's smile grew wider as she spoke: "The colors of these two pairs of angel wings will change as your faith changes."

"When your faith is unbreakable, it is the color of snow."

"When you are moved by the personal charm of me, the successor of the spiritual sect, and your faith begins to waver, they will turn into my favorite color, like blood, the purest crimson in the world."

"When your two pairs of angel wings have completely turned into scarlet blood wings, the flame on your soul lamp will go out, and you will no longer feel pain."

"Yes, if you can keep your wings snow-white for a month, the flame will go out."

"This game is very fair, isn't it?"

call!

The flame on the soul lamp suddenly flared up, seemingly containing the angry curses of the angel's soul essence!

Yang Ning smiled and turned around, closing his eyes and saying with a look of enjoyment, "Mr. Angel, you should be glad you still have the chance to play games with me."

"This is thanks to you being the first angel I've ever seen."

"From now on, even angels with many wings will no longer be able to enjoy the glory of playing games with me."

Behind him, the flames on the soul lamp suddenly turned into tongues of fire that shot upwards, and the two pairs of angel wings were illuminated red by the firelight!

But the angel wings themselves remained as white as ever.

After dealing with his first piece of loot, Yang Ning looked at his second piece of loot.

Demon Buddha's Hand Bone.

This is a hand bone that fell off Long Yin's body.

Long Yin already possessed a pale golden skeleton, but now, due to the presence of the Demon Buddha's soul, his hand bones had gained a touch of bewitching purple light, making the entire hand bone appear purplish-gold.

This trophy is just as appealing as the snow-white angel wings.

Yang Ning still looked at the purple-gold demon Buddha's hand bone as if it were a work of art.

Black smoke billowed from his hands, and the demon Buddha's soul knelt before him, fawningly saying, "I'm so happy to see you again!"

Yang Ning glanced at him and asked in a calm voice, "What's your name?"

"My Buddhist name is Pihe, but you may call me whatever you prefer!"

After speaking, the demonic Buddha even kowtowed to Yang Ning, saying, "I was wrong back then! I am willing to accept punishment!"

"If you do not despise me, I am willing to become a disciple of the Lingmen Sect! Even if I cannot become your disciple, I would have no complaints even if I were just a menial servant, bringing you tea and water every day!"

Finally, the demon Buddha added, "Also, this humble monk can cook."

Yang Ning: "..."

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