Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

Pop, pop, pop!

Yang Ning gently lifted his foot, each step creating a small patch of water.

He knew that the water stains on the floor were expired and spoiled formaldehyde solution, mainly used to soak corpses to prevent them from rotting.

The fact that so many of these things were left on the ground shows that there must have been quite a few active corpses on this level!

As Yang Ning descended the stairs, the further he went in, the darker it became, until he could see nothing at all before he stopped.

He pulled a little boy doll with bloodshot eyes from the cloth bag he was carrying, closed his eyes, and whispered, "Tongtong, lend me your spirit."

In the darkness, the doll's bright red eyes seemed to light up for a moment, and then a pale-skinned little boy with his eyes gouged out appeared beside Yang Ning.

Yang Ning took the little boy's hand, and the little boy gradually became blurry and finally disappeared completely. When Yang Ning opened his eyes again, there was a faint red light in his eyes.

The underground space, which had been completely dark in Yang Ning's eyes, gradually became clearer.

Long, dark corridors stretched out, with doors on either side that were either open or closed. Directly in front of Yang Ning was a tightly closed double door, on which several faded red characters could be faintly seen: Morgue.

"Hmm, so that means the morgue is behind that door? What are those other rooms outside for?"

Curious, Yang Ning casually pushed a door next to him, but couldn't open it.

He looked around and noticed a fire cabinet not far away, inside which was a rusty fire axe.

Holding the axe, Yang Ning muttered to himself, "Hmm, this definitely increases my sense of security a lot."

He retraced his steps, walked to the first room on the third basement level, looked at the slightly ajar door, smiled slightly, and asked, "Is anyone in this room? Even a dead person counts!"

There was no movement in the room.

Yang Ning walked to the door of the next room and continued, "Is anyone in this room? Even a dead person counts!"

The door to the room was closed, and the very next second after Yang Ning finished asking his question, bang!

Suddenly, a dull, strange noise came from the room!

Yang Ning's smile widened, and he said in a rather regretful tone, "Looks like there are people inside? Why aren't you saying anything? That's not very polite!"

After saying that, Yang Ning took a step back, raised the fire axe in his hands, and chopped it fiercely at the tightly closed door lock!

Crack!

With one swing of the axe, wood chips flew everywhere!

Clang!

The chopped-off lock fell to the ground with a thud!

boom!

Yang Ning kicked the door open, revealing an empty room behind it containing several iron shelves, each with a three-tiered palisade!

A mortuary is a freezer used to store corpses!

At this moment, all the cabinet covers in the room were opened, emitting a pungent odor!

At first glance, the small room was completely empty!

However, Yang Ning stood in the middle of the room and circled around. He squatted down, slowly bent down, and looked at the bottom of a mortuary cabinet on the lowest shelf of an iron rack—

A pale, half-rotten corpse was inhaling air from a rosy-cheeked boy.

With each breath the corpse took, the rotting parts on its body visibly and rapidly healed, while the boy's breath continued to fade, and his face grew increasingly pale.

Suddenly, the corpse, which was inhaling, shuddered violently. It slowly turned its head and saw Yang Ning's refined face, which was staring at it with a smile.

Instantly, a look of extreme fear appeared in the pair of dull, pale eyes on the face of the dead man, which was nearly half rotting!

Yang Ning pressed down with one hand to signal it to calm down, but the corpse showed no sign of calming down at all, and kept shrinking into the stinking puddle on the floor, wildly flailing its limbs!

Seeing this, Yang Ning nodded slightly.

The next second, Yang Ning's smile widened, and he suddenly reached out and grabbed at the corpse inside!

The corpse huddled in the corner jolted as if electrocuted, and frantically scrambled into the corner of the iron frame!

Yang Ning missed his target the first time; he did it on purpose!

He immediately raised his hand to grab it a second time!

Then the third and fourth times!

Every time he grabbed it, the corpse hidden inside would tremble like a startled quail and keep trying to burrow into the corner!

But the space under that iron frame is only so big, no matter how hard it tries to arch, it can't go very far!

Yang Ning himself seemed increasingly pleased, thoroughly enjoying the fun of playing with ghosts!

Finally, Yang Ning quietly pulled the mortuary cabinet out of the shelf. He slowly crawled down onto the shelf's partition, located the zombie beneath it, and gently crept over, inching his head closer...

The corpse hidden below suddenly realized that it was quiet around it.

It was so quiet that there wasn't a sound.

It slowly moved its rotting limbs and looked outside.

No unusual activity was detected.

The corpse felt much more at ease, and just to be on the safe side, it retreated back to the corner under the barrier and waited patiently.

Just then, the corpse heard a series of slight rubbing sounds coming from above its head, and it looked up at the sound—

Through the gap in the partition, the corpse saw those eyes that had just made it tremble with fear!

And that gentle face that always had a hint of a smile!

And there was only a wooden partition less than one centimeter thick separating them!

boom!

Suddenly, Yang Ning slammed his fist on the partition separating him from the corpse and let out a loud shout!

"Mmm, mmm mmm!"

The corpse hidden under the partition trembled violently and let out low growls, which became increasingly urgent.

Yang Ning pulled open the wooden partition, made a face at the corpse with a "woo-lè-lè" sound, and then reached out to grab it!

Just before Yang Ning's hand reached the corpse, all of the corpse's movements suddenly stopped, and the entire body slumped to the floor, motionless.

Yang Ning was stunned for a moment, and his interest vanished instantly.

The corpse was terrified to death by him.

Pulling the boy up from below, Yang Ning took out a candle, lit it, brushed his fingertips across the flame, grazed the black smoke rising from the corpse in the air, and finally touched the boy's forehead with his finger!

The boy's complexion visibly became rosy.

Yang Ning packed his things, picked up the fire axe, and headed to the next room.

Is anyone in this room? Even a dead person counts!

It was an empty room with the door open. Yang Ning went in, looked around, and then came out and headed to the next room.

Is anyone in this room? Even a dead person counts!

The door to the room was locked from the inside. Given that he had been somewhat impolite before, which had frightened the corpse to death, Yang Ning knocked on the door politely this time.

There was no response from inside the door.

Yang Ning smiled slightly: "Hmm? That's not very polite!"

He gripped the fire axe tightly with both hands, took a step back, and chopped hard at the door lock in front of him!

Crack!

With one swing of the axe, the lock broke and the door opened.

Behind the door, a pale, thin girl lay quietly in a mortuary. Beside her, a corpse with indistinct features licked its lips with a bluish tongue, as if it had just had a large meal.

Yang Ning, carrying the fire axe, laughed and said, "It's alright, eat it, and I'll make you pay me back!"

The corpse trembled and took a half step back, then leaped towards Yang Ning!

boom!

Pfft!

Clang!

With a single axe blow, Yang Ning sent the oncoming corpse flying back. He stepped forward, raised his axe, and was about to chop off the corpse's head when, taking advantage of the moment when Yang Ning left the doorway, the corpse suddenly rushed out!

Yang Ning watched this scene without moving. He watched as the corpse rushed out the door and said calmly, "Stop it."

In the pitch-black night, on the third basement level, a figure dressed in blood-red robes quietly appeared!

The pale, blood-stained hands firmly grasped the fleeing corpse, lifting it up with ease. No matter how the corpse struggled, it remained motionless, just like catching a tiny chick!

Zhang Wen in red!

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