Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

"Since you want my daughter dead, then don't blame me, don't blame me!"

"Even if I can't kill you, I will utterly destroy the land where you grew up!"

The Pope, who usually exuded an aura of dignity and composure, seemed to have turned into a madman at this moment. His eyes were red, and he was breathing heavily, as if he had used all his strength to draw the knife.

The Pope's hand was trembling, clanging!

The knife that had just been pulled from the stone statue fell to the ground.

The priest standing behind the Pope watched as the cross floating above his hands continued to rotate. After rotating it to several different positions, the priest spoke in a hoarse voice: "Your Majesty, the northern part of Xia Kingdom."

The Pope raised his trembling hands again and grasped the second knife on the stone statue in front of him.

His facial muscles were twitching violently, and he was staggering. It seemed that he was only barely keeping from falling by gripping the sword on the second sword statue with both hands.

The action of drawing the sword was a little slow this time.

Until the priest, whose face was covered in scars, saw the cross about to start rotating again and reminded him, "Your Majesty, the door's orientation is about to change."

The Pope finally realized what was happening, and with a forceful pull of both hands, snapped it!

The second knife was pulled out of the stone statue.

After drawing two knives in succession, the Pope's expression gradually returned to calm.

He casually tossed the second knife to the ground and said in a deep voice, "Continue."

The pastor stared at the self-rotating bronze cross, observing its position and angle. When the cross stopped at a certain point, he said, "Southwest of Xia Kingdom."

This time, the Pope did not hesitate as before; he decisively pulled out a third knife from the stone statue in front of him.

After that, "the northeast of Xia Kingdom".

"The Central Plains of the Xia Kingdom".

"Northwest of the Xia Kingdom".

"Yanjing, the capital of the Xia Kingdom".

One after another, the sharp knives stuck in the stone statues were pulled out.

After the Pope forcefully pulled out the last knife, the stone statue, bearing the marks of time, slowly began to move.

The grotesque and pained expression on the tall stone man's face gradually disappeared. He looked down at the Pope with an exaggerated and incredulous expression, and then a wild and unrestrained silent laugh gradually appeared on his face.

Click!

Suddenly, tiny cracks appeared all over the stone figure, spreading to its entire body, and finally the stone figure collapsed with a crash.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, a distorted face, indistinct and completely unlike a human form, slowly took shape.

......

Southeast of the Xia Kingdom, atop Mount Wensheng.

Beneath the enormous, blood-red statue of the Sage of Literature, Lu Yang, dressed in blood-red robes and clad in iron chains, sat cross-legged in meditation.

He placed his hands together in front of him, with a cluster of five-colored light shining faintly above them.

That was Lu Yang's throwing knife.

Clang!

With a crisp sound, the iron chain that had been locking Lu Yang's frame came loose on its own.

The academy's successor, who was meditating, opened his eyes and looked at the long coastline to the southeast of Wensheng Mountain.

There, the starlight was hidden, and the fog thickened in the deep night.

Boom—

A series of thunderous sounds came from the northern horizon as several armed helicopters flew through the thick night and landed on the top of Wensheng Mountain.

Ruan Kai placed a well-sealed package next to Lu Yang and said, "This is from the Director."

Then he turned around, boarded the helicopter, and left.

Lu Yang, clad in blood-stained clothes, stood rooted to the spot. A gust of night wind blew past, ripping...

The package was cleaved open as if cut by a sharp instrument.

Inside, a delicate little silver bowl was revealed, containing a single drop of crimson blood.

Watching the helicopter depart northward, Lu Yang turned to the eastern sea and said, "As long as I am here, the Heavenly Blade is here, the Southeast is here."

"Please rest assured."

......

Southwest, beside the Lock Dragon Well.

Just minutes earlier, Long Yin, who was sitting on the edge of the Lock Dragon Well "fishing" with the bamboo pole left behind by Luohan Group Leader, suddenly looked up and gazed towards the southwest of Xia Kingdom.

At the same time, the chains on his body came off by themselves.

Afterwards, Long Yin put down his fishing rod and began packing his bags.

When Han Yang arrived with the package, Long Yin was already waiting inside the Special Administration Bureau's private airport.

"Director Yang said that he borrowed so much blood from you before, and this time he's returning it to you."

Long Yin accepted the package handed to him by Han Yang with both hands.

His hands were trembling.

Seeing Long Yin's expression, Han Yang seemed hesitant to speak.

Long Yin said, "Speak up, it's so hard to keep it to yourself, isn't it?"

Han Yang said awkwardly, "Well, Director Yang has something to tell you, but I don't quite agree with what he said."

He said he was better than you because he was luckier. If his adventures hadn't been more miraculous than yours, he wouldn't be as good as you.

Long Yin was taken aback at first, then roared, "He's talking nonsense!"

Han Yang nodded in agreement, saying, "Yes! I also think he's just talking nonsense!"

After saying that, Han Yang immediately looked up at the night sky, clasped his hands together in prayer, and said, "Um, Director, I didn't mean anything offensive with what I said..."

Long Yin also looked up at the night sky and said, "How can the differences between people be so great? Who among the masses hasn't had some extraordinary encounter?"

"Hey Yang, Yang cough, he had a miraculous encounter, but I, Long Yin, didn't? But in the end, I'm still not as good as him. In the end, I just lack the fortune, the skill, and the cultivation. Why do I need him to comfort me like this?"

Han Yang nodded repeatedly: "Exactly! How could the chief holy monk of the Celestial Phenomenon Sect not realize that his skills are inferior to others?"

Long Yin: "..."

"Are you done talking? Your helicopter is still waiting for you over there."

Han Yang awkwardly scratched his head and laughed, "Hahaha! Then I'll take my leave first, Holy Monk, the Southwest Snow Mountain is entrusted to you!"

Long Yin stretched his neck and said, "Don't worry, with me, the Celestial Saint Monk, here, I will never let a single evil spirit descend the snow mountain alive."

......

Northwest, Kashgar.

With a scimitar at his waist and a longbow on his back, Han Yi stood on the airport tarmac and accepted the incredibly heavy sniper rifle case handed to him by Wang Hao, who was getting off the plane.

Wang Hao is the leader of the special operations sniper team of the Central State Special Administration Bureau.

Feeling the weight of the heavy sniper rifle, Han Yi hesitated and said, "Did Director Yang make a mistake? Why did he give me this?"

"Our Han family has always been known for its archery; nobody in our family uses this kind of thing!"

Wang Hao looked at the sniper rifle case in Han Yi's hand, stepped forward and opened it, revealing a heavy, black sniper rifle inside. "Special Agent Han, the Director said times have changed, and he wants you to learn some advanced things."

Han Yi blinked and said, "Team Leader Wang, have you ever heard the legends of the Flying General of the Border and the Western Regions' Bow and Sword?"

"I, Han Yi, have never used that bullet-firing device in all these years in Kashi, so I still have some reliance on it."

Wang Hao looked at Han Yi with admiration in his eyes. He admired this kind of confident, capable, and elite military officer the most.

After a moment's hesitation, Wang Hao asked, "Han Yi, do you know your sniper rifle record?"

The latter shook his head.

A hint of lingering fear flashed in Wang Hao's eyes. He took a deep breath and said, "Director Yang used this gun to coerce a country with force from thousands of kilometers away."

Han Yi: "..."

"Was the coercion successful?"

As soon as he uttered those words, Han Yi cursed himself inwardly for being a complete idiot.

But to his surprise, Wang Hao shook his head and said, "No."

"After all, it's a country with a lot of people. Later, when we ran out of bullets, we didn't have time to resupply."

Han Yi: "???"

Wang Hao: "So, he switched to a sword."

Han Yi: "That country, is it called Luke?"

Wang Hao: "Yes, it can't be found on the map anymore."

Han Yi looked down at the curved sword hanging on his body, and feeling that Wang Hao might not notice it, he deliberately turned around.

Wang Hao laughed and patted Han Yi on the shoulder, "This time, you've got plenty of bullets!"

"Let's go!"

Watching Wang Hao's retreating figure, Han Yi frowned, clutching the sniper rifle in his hand, looking disgusted.

However......

Clang!

The sniper rifle in the gun case actually jumped by itself, carrying the case from Han Yi's hand to the ground, and even hopped two steps to the side.

Han Yi: "???"

Wang Hao, who had already reached the helicopter, took out his walkie-talkie and said to Han Yang, "Han Yi, don't you understand?"

"If you don't want this sniper rifle, it doesn't want to be with you either!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

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