Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

In Yang Ning's room.

The dark figure curled up in a ball at the head of the bed, trembling along with the fat, dark-skinned man riding a fish on the table beside him.

Yang Ning lit a candle and ran his hand across the flickering flame. The candlelight flickered, and two wisps of black smoke condensed in front of him.

Taking out a small, adorable porcelain doll from the white cloth bag slung over his shoulder, Yang Ning asked one of the wisps of black energy, "From now on, you can use this body."

The black mist nodded obediently, then gradually solidified, and one by one, little white female ghosts appeared.

Yang Ning stared at her, and she stared back at Yang Ning. After a while, the two, one big and one small, one human and one ghost, said in unison, "Long time no see."

Yang Ning: "Mingming, you're still the same..."

Little Ghost Girl: "Chengcheng, you've grown up, that's wonderful."

Yang Ning nodded. "Yes, you saw it, that person has already paid the price."

"I saw it! Last time I refused to go with you and let you take Bingbing and the other three away first, just so I could see with my own eyes the person who took us away and didn't give us anything to eat being punished."

As the little ghost girl spoke, she looked around, and then four more little ghosts, two boys and two girls, appeared.

The five little devils held hands and bowed to Yang Ning in unison, saying, "Thank you, Chengcheng!"

Those five were the five children who were eventually starved to death by Zhang Hui in the basement.

Compared to other children, although they did not experience physical pain such as having their limbs cut off, their heads severed, or their hearts removed, they experienced the complete despair from birth to death during their weakest yet most memorable years.

Five little children huddled together in a corner of the basement, watching as the staircase leading outside was gradually sealed off with cement. Perhaps they didn't understand then that the cement was sealing off their last hope for survival, or perhaps they did understand, but they were too weak to do anything about it.

In that environment, Mingming's diary became the only spiritual sustenance for the five children throughout their lives, from birth to death.

"It's so dark, and the stairs are blocked. How is he going to bring us food?"

"Oh, he's not bringing us food anymore."

—Mingming's diary.

Yang Ning yawned and said, "Yeah, you're welcome. You guys go have fun. Um, Mingming, are you still going to write in your diary?"

Mingming blinked and said, "Everyone in my notebook except you is dead. How can I still write anything?"

"You can write, but you can't use that notebook anymore."

Yang Ning smiled and took out a brand-new notebook, lit it with the candlelight beside him, and said with a smile, "Just don't write people's names carelessly in the future. If you have to write..."

Mingming interjected, "I know! I need your permission first, otherwise I'll end up like that Xiaoqing!"

Yang Ning nodded, blew a breath onto the flame that was gradually burning in his hand, and whooshed—

Suddenly, flames leaped up and burned the entire diary to ashes in an instant. At the same time, the little ghost girl named "Mingming" had a notebook of the same style in her hand.

Mingming opened it with a look of surprise, but without her making any move, one blood-red word after another slowly appeared on the title page of the diary, as if it had been written stroke by stroke with a blood-stained pen!

"Thank you, Chengcheng, for giving us a new life. He is the light in our lives. For the rest of our lives, if anyone bullies Chengcheng, hehe..."

"We will transform into vengeful ghosts to devour their flesh and blood, gnaw on their loved ones, bring misfortune upon their bones and blood, and forever torment their descendants!"

Below the text are five small, blood-red child portraits, each bearing an almost identical, eerie smile.

Mingming climbed onto Yang Ning's lap with the diary in hand, eagerly showing him the blood-red writing. "Chengcheng, look! Aren't you moved?"

Yang Ning was speechless. What was this all about?

Is it a perverted love?

Yeah, I'm really damn touched.

"I'm so touched. I'm sleepy and going to bed. You guys go play, but don't scare the others."

As Yang Ning spoke, she lifted Mingming off her lap, spread her arms, and said, "Go to sleep!"

As if his entire body had been torn into pieces and glued back together, a gentle little ghost appeared and patiently helped Yang Ning take off his clothes.

A blonde ghost girl with delicate features but cracked skin waited nearby, holding her pajamas...

Mingming stared wide-eyed, while the dark figure beside him and the fat man riding the fish were still trembling.

On the first page of Mingming's diary, the word "learn" slowly appeared: "I really want Chengcheng to become one of my kind..."

Before the words were finished, Yang Ning suddenly spoke up, saying, "No, you don't want to."

call--

A flame ignited on Mingming's diary, burning the first page to ashes.

Mingming: "......"

She sat by the window as if she had suffered some great injustice, resting her chin on her hands and staring blankly at the torrential rain outside.

Soon, the lights in the room went out, and Mingming's gray-white children's clothes by the window gradually turned scarlet, but then quickly disappeared, returning to their previous gray-white state.

Her four other friends also underwent the same change.

Lying on the bed, Yang Ning muttered to himself: Good heavens, five fierce ghosts have merged into one?!

Well, thankfully there were only five. If it were something that combined thousands of red-clad vengeful ghosts into one, I might not be able to defeat it...

The night passed quickly.

The rain stopped in the early hours of the morning.

Because she went to bed too late last night, Yang Ning didn't have a morning appointment today.

As the sun slowly rose outside the window, Yang Ning showed no intention of getting up. He even unconsciously shielded his face from the sunlight.

Mingming, who had sat by the window all night, opened her diary upon seeing this, and lines of blood-red words immediately appeared one by one—

"On July 19th, it rained heavily, and daytime was as dark as night."

Just as the blood-red words finished appearing, the sunlight outside the window suddenly disappeared, and the sun that had just risen was instantly covered by thick clouds. The torrential rain that had stopped for less than half an hour poured down again!

At dawn, the sky was as eerie as night!

Clang!

Beside it, the statue of the God of Wealth, which had been neatly placed on the table, finally shook itself off the table little by little after trembling all night, making a loud noise!

Holding her diary, Mingming slowly walked forward, staring at the chubby, dark-skinned man riding the fish on the ground, and gave him a "Yang Ning-style" smile: "Did I disturb Chengcheng's sleep?"

"Do you want to die?"

Now, the trembling statue of the God of Wealth no longer dared to tremble.

A few minutes later, footsteps sounded from the hallway outside the room, eventually stopping outside Yang Ning's door.

Inside the room, the pale-faced little ghost girl Mingming eerily turned her head, her hands clasped to her chest, on the open diary, where bloody words reappeared.

"Rainy days are perfect for sleeping, go to sleep."

Boom, boom!

Two sounds of people falling to the ground were heard outside the door. Then, the entire Caiyun Four Seasons Hotel fell into absolute silence, as if no one was there!

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