Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

Snapped!

A wet, bloated corpse emerged from the cabinet, glanced around the pitch-black hall in a panic, and slowly walked forward.

After the first body left, the second cabinet opened quickly, and another pale body jumped out and staggered away.

The third, the fourth, the fifth...

Soon, one corpse after another emerged from the cabinets in the hall, following the corpses that had left, and went down the stairs on the east side of this floor to the next floor.

The last departing corpse walked a little slower. Before leaving, it glanced at the empty hall, its cold body suddenly shivered, and then sped away.

After all the corpses had left, clang—

Yang Ning emerged from the darkness, carrying an iron chain, "Woo, woo, woo!"

At the other end of the chain was a tall corpse.

But at this moment, the corpse that was clearly much taller than Yang Ning could only kneel on the ground, crawling forward little by little with Yang Ning's steps.

It kept emitting low growls, and its body dripped an unidentified liquid with a pungent smell onto the ground.

Yang Ning looked around, walked to a dusty chair, and whispered, "Where's my wind?"

call--

Suddenly, a surge of air flowed through the enclosed underground space, and the chair that had been covered in dust became spotless in the next second.

Pulling on the iron chain in his hand, Yang Ning dragged the tall corpse in front of him, sat down in the chair, looked at the kneeling corpse in front of him and smiled: "I have a gentle breeze on me, which can wash away all the dust and grime."

Clang!

He yanked the chain hard, pulling the corpse closer to him. Looking at the face, its features blurred by the soaking, and smelling the faint stench of decay and expired formaldehyde emanating from it, Yang Ning asked with a smile, "Want some?"

"Waaaaah!"

The corpse seemed to struggle and try to back away in great fear, but—

Clang!

The iron chain around its neck tightened suddenly, and Yang Ning pulled it back in front of him, laughing, "As a disciple of the Spirit Gate, what I find most disgusting is your rotting corpses. In comparison, I much prefer your souls wandering around after you've broken free from the confinement of your physical bodies."

"But I am a very kind person, and I would never intentionally hurt anyone."

"On the condition that person won't hurt me."

"For example, if I ask you a question now and you don't answer me, I will be very sad. From a clinical medical perspective, sadness will affect a person's health."

So, you hurt me.

"Then don't blame me for hurting you, understand?"

The corpse, chained to the ground, nodded frantically, nearly shaking its rapidly decaying neck until it was completely bruised.

Yang Ning then loosened the chains slightly. Pointing to his feet, he asked, "Tell me, do you guys party like this every night?"

The corpse nodded frantically, and the expired formaldehyde solution on its body splashed everywhere, but it didn't splash towards Yang Ning.

Yang Ning then asked, "Did you imprison some living people down there?"

The corpse nodded frantically.

Clang!

Yang Ning yanked the chain sharply, sneering, "Good heavens, you guys have some nerve! Dead people aren't enough for you, so you're starting to play with living people now?!"

"Waaaaah, waaaaah!"

The corpse screamed in agony and began to tremble violently, shaking its head and waving its hands, seemingly afraid that Yang Ning would misunderstand!

Yang Ning was also confused. He was capable of everything, from stealing souls and spirits to turning vengeful spirits into ghosts and crafting red robes. He could play with a single soul in countless ways!

But there's just no way to communicate with this dead body!

Thinking of this, Yang Ning stared at the corpse in front of him and asked, "Um, to make communication easier, how about I dispose of you?"

The corpse suddenly stiffened, and its pale and cloudy eyes seemed to have gained a little more light. Its two hands, which were about to rot, were clasped together and kept pleading with Yang Ning!

Yang Ning stared at the corpse for a few moments, then scoffed, "Tsk tsk tsk, look at how stinky you are, so unhygienic! Don't you want a clean body, so you can take a bath and eat something regularly?"

The corpse was stunned!

Damn it, after all these years as a corpse, this is the first time it's heard of dead people being able to take baths and eat?!

Seeing the corpse's dazed expression, Yang Ning decisively said, "Hmm, it seems you're tempted. Then I'll make the decision for you!"

After saying that, his expression changed slightly, and he whispered, "Flame!"

boom--

Suddenly, bright red flames erupted from the corpse, and within seconds the King completely burned it to ashes!

"Yes, besides peach blossoms, lightning, and gentle breeze, I also have flames on my body."

Yang Ning reached out and grabbed the scattered ashes in front of him, then forcefully scattered them away, causing them to completely dissipate.

Then he took out a paper lantern from the cloth bag slung over his shoulder, lit it, and placed it in front of him. He made a few hand gestures, reached out and brushed the flame over the paper lantern, and a wisp of black smoke immediately wrapped around the paper lantern!

Yang Ning stared at the cloud of black mist and asked, "What kind of body do you want? Ceramic? Straw? Cloth? Leather?"

"If you're willing, I can refine you into a vengeful spirit, giving you the chance to be invited back and worshipped by those truly wicked people. How about it?"

The black mist danced and swirled around the flames.

Yang Ning frowned slightly: "How did you come up with that kind of material? It's not impossible, but..."

The black energy surged again.

Yang Ning: "..."

The smile on his face froze for a moment.

Even when playing scary games with Zhang Wen and Su Hu, this boy, who always had a smile on his face, was now thrown off balance by the dark aura in front of him.

The black mist pulsated continuously.

Yang Ning suppressed his anger and said, word by word, "First of all, I don't sell sex toys."

"Secondly, I am a spirit medium, a legitimate successor of the spiritual path. Although we are not a prestigious or orthodox sect like Buddhism or Taoism, we still have our bottom line."

"I can't possibly put the soul of a dead person into a realistic sex toy and then sell it to someone else to use."

"Do you understand?"

Yang Ning practically spat out the last three words, "Do you understand?"

The black aura immediately weakened, and Yang Ning's face turned ashen.

"Never mind, I'll help you choose when we get back. What's your name again?"

"Big Head? Hmm, that's a good nickname. You can call yourself Big Head from now on."

Picking up the paper lantern, Yang Ning headed towards the east staircase of this floor.

When he reached the stairwell, he placed the paper lantern aside and went down to the second basement level alone.

The layout of this floor is similar to the one above, except there are more water stains on the ground and the pungent smell in the air is stronger. I didn't see any corpses.

Yang Ning continued down, and he reached the third basement level.

The ground was covered in an unidentified liquid, so thick that it reached above the heel of a shoe with each step. The pungent smell of expired and spoiled formaldehyde was almost unbearable, and in the pitch-black darkness, it seemed as if rotting, foul-smelling figures were jumping and leaping about.

According to what Liu Chao said before, the third basement level is the real morgue.

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