Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

"So even the dead have wisdom?"

"You've made me think more highly of you filthy, rotting creatures."

Yang Ning stepped forward with his axe and lightly made a few cuts on the body that was trying to escape with the axe blade.

Then, looking at Zhang Wen's ghostly face, he laughed and said, "You know what? You're much more pleasing to the eye than that."

"It's yours now."

After speaking, Yang Ning looked at Zhang Wen, wondering how this red-clad ghost would deal with the corpse.

Without hesitation, Ghost Zhang Wen gripped the corpse's throat and snapped it—

She snapped the corpse's throat.

With a gentle swipe of its sharp claws, the rotting head of the corpse flew off.

Yang Ning nodded thoughtfully and said, "You're just like those red-clad women, only liking fresh flesh and blood, and disliking rotten flesh?"

Ghost Zhang Wen bowed her head in greeting, then floated to the side.

Yang Ning returned to his room and, as always, lit a candle. His fingers flew across the flame, drawing two wisps of black smoke from the corpse. One coiled around his fingertip, the other...

"flame!"

boom!

A flame appeared out of nowhere, burning the black mist to ashes.

Then Yang Ning used his fingers, which were wreathed in black energy, to press hard on the forehead of the girl lying next to him. The girl, who had been pale, gradually regained her color and her breathing returned.

Yang Ning carried the axe to the next room.

It was the same door that was locked from the inside, but this time Yang Ning simply asked, "Is anyone in this room? Even a dead person counts," and then left.

But as he was leaving, he added towards the door, "It's getting dark. There's a female ghost in red outside who might choke people. Don't go out unless it's absolutely necessary, okay?"

The room was eerily silent.

Next, Yang Ning walked through the two open doors and came to the last locked door outside the morgue.

He cleared his throat and asked into the room, "Is anyone in this room? Dead people count too!"

The sound of "bang" came from inside the door.

"Hmm, it seems the owner inside welcomes me in."

Yang Ning aimed the axe at the door lock and chopped down hard, crack!

The door opened.

A corpse was kneeling on the ground, repeatedly kowtowing towards the door, which was where Yang Ning, holding a fire axe, was standing.

It is clear that the corpse was kowtowing very earnestly, even breaking his nearly rotting head.

While kowtowing, it stammered and pointed to the room in Yang Ning's previous room that hadn't been breached, seemingly trying to express something urgently.

Yang Ning sniffed and frowned, saying, "First of all, I'm someone who plays with souls, and I don't understand what you rotting bodies are trying to say."

"But judging from your body language, I can roughly guess that you're trying to tell me that, like the person in the previous closed room, you didn't cause any harm to strangers, right?"

Bang, bang, bang!

The corpse immediately began to kowtow even more violently, and Yang Ning could even hear the sound of its skull shattering.

"Yes, I believe you, but..."

Yang Ning smiled and said, "I'm sorry, but since I'm already inside, how can I keep you here?"

"You haven't caused any harm to strangers recently, but you have in the past."

boom!

A heavy thud of a head hitting the ground rang out. The corpse, head down, trembled violently, too afraid to move.

Yang Ning, carrying the axe, said, "However, considering your good attitude in admitting your mistake, you will be spared physical punishment."

The kneeling corpse shuddered violently, slowly raised its head, and gave Yang Ning a final, very slow bow.

Yang Ning laughed and said, "You're welcome. Flame—wait, I've already used it twice today, let's change it, let me think..."

The kneeling corpse: "..."

"I've got it!"

Yang Ning held the fire axe horizontally with one hand, the blade landing lightly on the corpse's head. "I have icicles on my body, which can freeze... evil spirits of the world!"

"Ice spikes!"

Click!

In an instant, the kneeling corpse, starting from the limbs that touched the ground, transformed into a crystal-clear human-shaped ice sculpture within a second!

"Hmm, what a satisfying masterpiece..."

Next, Yang Ning gently tapped the ice sculpture with the blade of his axe, making a soft, crackling sound.

Whoosh!

The human-shaped ice sculpture instantly turned into a pile of white ice shards!

At that moment, behind Yang Ning, the ghost Zhang Wen, dressed in a blood-stained red robe, suddenly trembled.

Yang Ning, who had already stepped outside, stared at the three faded red characters "Morgue" on the double doors in front of him and said with a smile, "Perfect works of art should be destroyed."

"Boom boom boom, boom boom boom!"

"Ayuri's belt?!"

To Yang Ning's slight surprise, he could hear bursts of upbeat music coming from behind the door.

With a look of surprise, Yang Ning pressed his ear against the crack in the door, listening intently.

After a long silence, Yang Ning laughed incredulously, "These...these corpses...they're actually having a party?!"

Yang Ning took two steps back, holding a fire axe in one hand, and began to dance to an unknown music behind the door.

After jumping a short distance, Yang Ning lightly tapped the morgue doorknob with the axe blade, and said with a dazed smile, "Open!"

Click!

The lock on the morgue door clattered to the ground.

The door opened, and dazzling, colorful lights swayed, while energetic and rousing music filled the air, along with a strong, almost suffocating, pungent smell of formaldehyde!

Everywhere you look, there are only the frantically writhing figures of the dead!

There was even a stage ahead, where several heavily made-up female corpses were posing seductively!

Yang Ning was utterly astonished!

He couldn't understand it; he was deeply shocked!

He wanted to dig his old, immortal master out of the ground right then and there and ask him, "Old man! Have you ever seen a dead person dancing at a disco?"

Ok?

Wait a minute, Yang Ning suddenly remembered that he had already lit the soul lamp for the old man, so there was no need to go to the ground to dig.

After rummaging through the cloth bag slung over his shoulder for a long time, Yang Ning finally found the candle that belonged only to his master.

Lighting a candle, Yang Ning held it up to the nearly frenzied horde of dancing corpses before him and said, "Old man! Look! Didn't you always say you wanted to see the grand spectacle of the underworld?!"

"It's here today!"

As the candlelight flickered, a fierce old man, his face covered in wrinkles and looking like withered tree bark, stared in disbelief at everything before him!

Holding a candle in one hand and an axe in the other, Yang Ning swayed gently to the music, moving closer to the stage. Suddenly—

boom!

A corpse that was singing, dancing, and rapping crashed into him!

"Mmmmmm!"

The corpse made some muffled noises, and Yang Ning didn't understand what it was saying, so he just assumed it was apologizing.

With a slight smile, Yang Ning said to the corpse, "It's alright, it's all dead anyway. Just be more careful in your next life."

After saying that, he swung the axe in his hand with one hand and smashed it down on the corpse!

Boom boom boom!

Following the melody of the music, Yang Ning smashed out a rhythm with each swing of his axe!

The other corpses beside him seemed completely oblivious to what was happening!

Keep jumping, keep shaking, keep dancing!

This group of dead people seemed completely unaware that a living person had broken into this feast for the dead, this carnival of corpses!

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