Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

The Speaker's remains looked meticulously prepared—or rather, his appearance.

Even if dark circles under the eyes can be concealed, bloodshot eyes caused by lack of sleep and mental fatigue are unavoidable.

This was the Speaker's condition before Yang Ning arrived.

When Yang Ning arrived and sat down beside him, the fatigue on the Speaker's face vanished.

He, like the military personnel who had escorted Yang Ning from the airport to the Blue Palace, breathed a sigh of relief.

"You've finally arrived! I've been waiting for you for so long."

These are the Speaker's true feelings.

Yang Ning sat down next to him. "I'm sorry I'm late. I've troubled you for the past few days."

The Speaker turned and carefully examined the young man before him. His nerves completely relaxed, he became much more alert. "I'm curious, how did you become so... um, so amazing?"

"That's a bit complicated to explain."

Yang Ning was feeling lazy again, so he reached out and tapped the sofa where the Speaker of the Council was sitting.

The latter felt dizzy and saw many images flash through her mind.

This includes Zhou Ye's initial bloodletting ritual to summon spirits, his later gamble with the gods, the bloody battle at Qingqiao, being educated and guided by the ghosts of the elite troops from the six kingdoms, and saving more than a dozen little ghosts amidst countless life-or-death ordeals...

The beginning was fine, but when he saw Yang Ning risking his life time and time again to save more than a dozen little devils, the Speaker's face, etched with the marks of time, finally showed a look of relief.

His bloodshot eyes gradually welled up with tears. "If that's the case, then I have nothing more to say."

"Those who have endured such trials deserve such strength..."

The elderly man with a full head of white hair looked at Yang Ning and hesitated for a long time before asking, "However, child, you are really a bit too kind."

"Be careful, and good luck."

Yang Ning looked at him with some surprise. "I can understand some people telling me to be careful, after all, they know me. You?"

The Speaker smiled slightly and sighed, "To be able to become the Speaker of this Federation, I must have some extraordinary abilities, right?"

"Child, although you've concealed it well, I can see that you never considered the hatred between yourself and your companions as your ultimate goal. Revenge is just something you do as a side effect."

As he spoke, the old man's voice suddenly turned cold, "Child, if I were you, I wouldn't give this damn world a single chance to breathe."

He suddenly gave a self-deprecating laugh, "However, if I were you, I doubt that high and mighty god would give me a chance."

Yang Ning shrugged and didn't say anything.

A brief silence fell between the two.

Outside the window, a large crowd had gathered outside the gates of the Lan Palace, creating a chaotic scene, with some people even holding up banners.

"I'd rather die with pride than live a life of dishonor!"

"Fight to the last soldier of the Federation!"

"The stars are shining! We are invincible!"

The military was maintaining order, guarding the Blue House like an iron barrel, not allowing the crowd in front of them to cross the blockade line even a step.

Yang Ning, observing this scene, said, "It seems that your citizens do not quite agree with your Federation's decision."

The Speaker's voice sounded slightly weary, yet tinged with a hint of irony: "Letting them take to the streets and vent their anger is better than having an aircraft carrier sunk or the entire western region hit by a tsunami, isn't it?"

Looking up, the old man's gaze shifted from the protesters outside the Blue House to the azure sky. "Child," he said, "can you tell me what lies beyond the sky, beyond the universe? Have you ever seen it?"

"I glanced at it, but it's nothing special."

Yang Ning thought for a moment, then tapped the sofa again.

With that tap, the Speaker noticed that the demonstrators outside the Blue House and the military personnel maintaining order all seemed frozen in place, and even the sound of pistols being assembled behind him stopped.

The world has once again come to a standstill.

He looked at the young man beside him with some surprise; his technique was truly masterful.

Yang Ning continued, "Beyond the universe, there are actually more and more abstract spaces, and more abstract beings, some with brains and some without."

"Some spaces are connected to each other, while others are not, but they can be connected by switching between time and space axes."

"But whether the spaces are connected or not, whether the creatures have brains or not, they all follow certain laws of motion and form a larger macroscopic existence."

"This macroscopic existence is alive."

The Speaker's expression shifted slightly. "You mean, we live within a much larger biological system? And our universe is merely a tiny cell within that system?"

Yang Ning nodded: "That's roughly the idea."

The Speaker pondered for a moment, then asked, "And what about the future of humanity?"

Yang Ning smiled, looked at the frozen sky outside the window, and said calmly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Speaker, humanity has no future."

A flash of shock crossed the Speaker's eyes, and he blurted out instinctively, "You mean...yes, humanity will...will become extinct?"

Yang Ning turned to look at him and smiled, "In this plane, without me, nothing is eternal. Everything will perish. Well, to put it another way, everything will disappear into the dimensions of time and space."

"But you're in this dimension now."

The old man stared intently into Yang Ning's eyes and asked, "You won't just watch humanity disappear, will you? You'll step in to help humanity overcome this crisis, won't you?"

Yang Ning blinked, smiled without saying a word, and then tapped the sofa again.

Time resumed its flow.

The Speaker asked, "When you just said those things and paused, were you trying to prevent others who could hear you from overhearing?"

He glanced at the little fox and the little white dog behind him.

Yang Ning shook his head and said, "It's not that it's the two of them, nor is it that we don't want others to hear, but some things are just not interesting to talk about directly."

"After all, Mr. Speaker, that time is still a long way off, and you will definitely not be able to wait for it."

After Yang Ning finished speaking, *click*

The crisp sound of a pistol being cocked came from behind the two men; the white-haired man's pistol was assembled.

Yang Ning stood up, smiled at the Speaker, and said, "Everyone must pay the price for their actions, Mr. Speaker. Do you have any other questions?"

"If not, I'll take my leave now."

The Speaker hesitated for two seconds, then shakily took out his phone. "Could we... take a picture together?"

Yang Ning smiled and nodded: "Of course."

Chaoge Xue took the Speaker's phone and took a photo of the two of them together.

Afterwards, Yang Ning shook hands and hugged the head of the Stars Mansion, then nodded to Bai Mao and left.

The pretty little fox followed.

After bidding farewell to Yang Ning with his gaze, the Speaker sat back down on the sofa.

He wasn't sitting on his own sofa, but on the one Yang Ning had just sat on.

White Hair took a deep breath, walked behind the Speaker with his pistol, and raised the pistol to the back of his head.

White Hair's hands were trembling.

At that moment, the Speaker's calm voice rang out: "Make your move, young man."

"The honor of executing the Grand Speaker of the Star Federation is yours."

Taking another deep breath, White Hair excitedly exclaimed, "My life, my life as White Wolf, has reached its peak!"

boom--

A muffled gunshot rang out.

The bullet easily pierced the head of the old man with the stars.

Clang!

The spent cartridge hit the ground with a crisp sound, and a spurt of blood stained the sofa where Yang Ning had sat.

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