Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

Don't be fooled by the smiling face of this Demon Buddha Pihe now; Yang Ning remembers him well—this was someone who once tried to kill him.

It's just that the situation has forced them to bow down to themselves.

Perhaps he could be of some use to me; he's also quite good at flattery.

But like that angel, this demonic Buddha, summoned from another dimension, has already come all this way, so the necessary procedures still cannot be skipped.

Just as Yang Ning was about to make a decision, Pi He said with a sorrowful expression, "So it's really the 'since we're already here' rule? Even someone like you would just follow the crowd like this?"

Yang Ning: "???"

Good heavens, this Demon Buddha can see right through what I'm thinking?

Yang Ning asked doubtfully, "Are you a tapeworm in my stomach?"

Pihe: "Me? Am I even worthy?"

Yang Ning was speechless; not a single word from this Demon Buddha was unpleasant.

"Ahem!"

He coughed lightly, and Xia Tian took out the second soul lamp candle.

Upon seeing the candle, the face of the demonic Buddha Pihe turned pale instantly, just like the soul of the angel from before.

"No, no, master, expert, immortal? Isn't that a bit too much?"

Pihe burst into tears, saying, "Little Master, Little Immortal! Look at me, I'm just a lost lamb!"

"Why would I need such a treasure to control me?"

He grabbed Yang Ning's trouser leg, tears streaming down his face, and pleaded, "Master! Please stop! How about this?"

"I'll light a fire myself and roast myself for a few days to make you smile, so let's just forget about this precious candle, shall we?"

Yang Ning patted the demon Buddha on the shoulder and said with a smile, "It's alright, this thing isn't valuable. I can have as much as I want if I want it."

"We don't need you."

Pihe: "..."

He raised his hand and brushed it across the soul lamp candle in Xia Tian's hand. Whoosh!

Flames leaped up.

But the flame flickered and seemed about to go out soon, because this was a soul lamp; a candle without a soul cannot last long.

Yang Ning looked at the demon Buddha kneeling in front of him, who pleaded to speak again, "Shut up."

As soon as Yang Ning uttered those two words, the Demon Buddha's mouth shut as if it had been sewn shut.

There's nothing else to it, except that Yang Ning himself realized that this Pi He was a master at manipulating people's hearts. If he were to say a few more words, then...

Ultimately, Yang Ning felt that he was too kind.

If a heartless person were here, how could they possibly be softened by this demonic Buddha's words?

Thinking this, Yang Ning beckoned and guided Pi He's soul, which turned into black smoke, into the soul lamp in his hand.

The whole process was smooth and efficient, and even a little faster.

Zizizi!

Instantly, black smoke rose from the flames on the soul lamp candles, and the flickering flames that were on the verge of going out were instantly stabilized.

At the same time, drops of lamp oil began to gather, which were also the tears of that demon Buddha.

Unlike the previous soul lamps, in the flickering flames, the face of Pihe, covered in demonic patterns, did not curse loudly. Instead, he kept wailing and crying, while slapping his own face.

But Yang Ning acted as if he hadn't seen it. He placed the lamp of the demonic Buddha on the right side of the wall behind him and hung his purple-gold demonic Buddha hand bone on it.

As the lights flickered, the already radiant hand bones of the Demon Buddha gained an even more golden hue.

Only then did he notice the phantom of the demon Buddha who was slapping himself repeatedly.

After thinking it over, Yang Ning finally felt a little bit of pity. He said to the demon Buddha's hand bone, "Well then, I played a game with that angel, and I'll play a game with you too."

"I gave that angel next door a month's time limit, and I'll give you one too."

"The same month, calculated as thirty days."

"For the rest of this month, whenever I need you, just come out and cook me a meal."

"If your cooking satisfies me, I'll give you a day off; but if your cooking doesn't satisfy me, I'll give you three days off."

"When the days are all gone, the flame of your soul lamp will go out."

After Yang Ning finished speaking, the Lingwa shop fell silent.

The demonic Buddha face in the candlelight was first taken aback, then delighted, and then looked suspicious.

He felt that there was a very high probability that there were traps in this game.

Behind Yang Ning, several kids looked at each other, then huddled together and started whispering amongst themselves.

"Wait, how many times a day does Chengcheng eat takeout?"

"With this, I'll probably eat less takeout food, right?"

"Satisfied, satisfied! It's not that cooking a meal will reduce the number of days; it's that Chengcheng has to be satisfied to reduce the number!"

"I understand! Chengcheng is using the Soul Lamp to refine the Red Robe! He's giving him hope first, then disappointing him; he's accumulating the Demon Buddha's resentment!"

The little devils were not far from Yang Ning. Their chattering voices reached Yang Ning's ears and also reached the flickering candle flame of Pi He.

Yang Ning said somewhat awkwardly, "Well, don't worry about it. Those kids guessed wrong."

Pihe: "I'm familiar with that phrase."

Yang Ning: "Hmm?"

Pihe: "You said something similar at Wu Laoliu Restaurant."

Yang Ning: "Huh? Really? I don't remember!"

After saying that, he raised his hand, and boom!

The flame on the soul lamp transformed into a tongue of fire that leaped up, causing the demonic Buddha inside to let out a heart-wrenching scream—

"God! I was wrong, I was wrong! Ah!!"

After settling the Demon Buddha, Yang Ning looked at the next piece of spoils of war.

Dragon Tooth.

Having witnessed the fates of the two predecessors, Yang Ning felt a wisp of black energy trembling between his fingers.

When Yang Ning took out the dragon tooth that he had carved and that was the size of an ordinary person's arm, the group of little devils stared wide-eyed.

Even the clay earth god figure that had been drying in the corner all night and half a day, he held his breath and looked over.

That's a real dragon soul! Does it even need a lamp?!

However, even though the little devils and the local earth god believed that this dragon soul might need to be treated with caution, in Yang Ning's hands...

He hung the dragon tooth directly between the angel's wing and the demon Buddha's hand bone, placed the soul lamp directly on it, and casually brushed the wick. Whoosh!

Deep blue and pale purple flames leaped up.

Then Yang Ning used one hand to drop black smoke from between his fingers onto the candle wick, making a hissing sound!

Although the flames were slightly different in color, just like before, wisps of black smoke rose up the moment the flames started to burn!

At the same time, the dragon's tears gathered beneath the flames.

Yang Ning repeated this set of movements three times, performing them with fluid grace.

There was not a moment's hesitation along the way.

It was as if he wasn't dealing with a dragon soul, but just an ordinary villain.

At this moment, Sun Dapang, whose body was charred black from the electric shock, said, "That's a dragon's soul! Are we really going to treat it like this? I still have some questions for it..."

In the corner, Mingming, dressed in a blood-red dress and holding a diary, looked at Yang Ning with a morbid madness in her eyes. She murmured, "In his eyes, the only difference between angels, demons, dragons, and ordinary people is that they look different."

That's all.

"And his criteria for whether or not to light a lamp is not based on appearance."

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