Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

After the two taxis left.

Under the astonished gazes of Chaoge Xue and Bai Mao, Yang Ning took out a small stool that looked like it could fill the entire white cloth bag from his seemingly empty bag and placed it on the ground.

The little stool very cleverly shook itself automatically, adjusting the length of its four legs to land very steadily on the ground without wobbling at all.

Yang Ning sat down.

White Fur and the little fox looked at the sentient stool, and White Fur immediately started showering it with compliments: "Our idol is amazing! There's nothing vulgar around him!"

The little fox rolled its eyes. "Of course, even the wolf next to me knows how to flatter."

White Fur trembled, turned to the little fox, and said with a deeply moved and sincere expression, "Thank you!"

"I haven't been called a wolf in so long, they...they all call me a dog..."

As Bai Mao spoke, his eyes turned a little red, looking very aggrieved and as if he was always being bullied.

Little fox: "..."

Sizzle, sizzle—

A strange noise came from the side. The two turned their heads and saw Yang Ning casually pick up a few twigs from the ground, draw a large grid, and then throw the twigs into the four squares of the grid.

White Hair asked疑惑地, "Miss Fox, the most likely person in the world to become an idol, what exactly does an idol do?"

Chaoge Xue: "..."

She glanced at the grid paper under Yang Ning's hand for a few seconds and said, "There is a group of people whose fates have been quietly altered."

White Hair seemed to realize something and said thoughtfully, "I've studied all the cases of idols becoming famous."

"There is a celestial group company. Dozens of its employees visited Xia Kingdom ten years ago. Ten years later, they all inexplicably returned to work for that group company and visited Xia Kingdom together."

"Are idols doing similar things now?"

"almost."

Chaoge Xue looked at the dilapidated brick kiln gate in front of her. As Yang Ning threw small twigs one by one into the upper left square of the grid, there was movement inside the brick kiln.

The gates of the brick kiln, stained with rust, opened, and a tall, middle-aged man mounted a motorcycle, holding a worn-out cell phone. As he started the engine, he exclaimed, "What? The child is sick? I'm on my way!"

The motorcycle roared to life, and the man rode off immediately.

They were completely unaware of Yang Ning and the other two by the roadside.

After the man left, several more people ran out of the brickyard, all leaving with various excuses.

During this time, Yang Ning watched silently, and even when those people passed in front of the three of them, it was as if they couldn't see them at all, and they didn't even glance in their direction from beginning to end.

The number of twigs that left was exactly the same as the number of small branches that Yang Ning threw into the top left square of the grid.

Not one more, not one less.

After the last person left, Yang Ning started throwing small twigs into the second square from the top right of the grid.

Small twigs were thrown in one by one, but this time there was no obvious movement in the brickyard.

Time passed slowly, and about ten minutes later, a silver Bentley sedan drove up from the direction Yang Ning and the others had come from.

The Bentley started honking its horn long before it reached the gate of the brick kiln.

However, the tightly closed gates of the brick kiln did not open immediately upon hearing the distant horn, as was the usual practice.

Today, the gate is tightly shut.

The Bentley drove past Yang Ning and his companions, splashing up a spray of melting snow. However, the water flowed in a very regular pattern, all heading towards the other side of the road, with none of it heading towards Yang Ning.

The car stopped at the factory gate, and a rather young-looking, overweight man with a round belly got out and yelled into the factory, "Old Wang! Open the gate! Are you deaf?!"

"Damn it, didn't my dad tell you that even if you're not running the stall, you have to be on duty at all times as long as the brickyard is open!"

"Old Wang!"

The fat man shouted for a while, but there was no response from the factory. Just as he was getting so anxious that he started kicking the tires of his Bentley, a black Mercedes pulled up behind him.

The Mercedes stopped behind the Bentley, the driver got out, took the keys to open the factory gate, and a middle-aged man got out of the back seat.

Upon seeing the middle-aged man, the fat man, who had arrived first, hurriedly shouted, "Dad, that grandson of Old Wang has run off somewhere again!"

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

The middle-aged man glared at the fat man and lectured him, "That's your Uncle Wang! His child is sick, and he took him to the hospital. He's not open for business today, so what are you doing here?"

The fat man scratched his head and said in a daze, "I...I don't know either. I was sleeping when I suddenly had the urge to come and check out the factory."

"Dad, what brings you here today?"

The middle-aged man frowned and said, "Old Wang called me and said he needed to take half a day off. I figured I had nothing else to do, so I came over to check on things."

While the two were talking, the driver had already opened the factory gate and returned to the car to prepare to drive away.

He had just opened the car door when he stared blankly at the car's surface for a moment. Turning to the middle-aged man, he stammered, "Boss! Your...your jade Buddha is broken! It was just...it was perfectly fine a moment ago!"

"Boss, this has absolutely nothing to do with me!"

"Um?"

The middle-aged man paused for a moment, then waved his hand dismissively, "So what if it's broken!"

Beside him, the fat man stroked his chin suspiciously and said, "Dad, is it that jade Buddha you spent over two hundred thousand to get? That thing is broken..."

The fat man squinted at the driver with his small eyes, "This stuff is worth over two hundred thousand yuan, this bastard has to pay for it!"

Snapped!

The middle-aged man slapped the fat man on the head. "You son of a bitch! Move your car out into the yard right now! Leaving it like this on the side of the road isn't conspicuous enough, is it? Hurry up!"

"well!"

The fat man covered his head and went to drive the car, and together with the driver, they drove both cars into the brick kiln.

Just as the gate was about to close, two more cars drove up on the main road.

Someone waved to the fat man from a distance, "Fatty! Come over and play a couple of rounds!"

At the same time, the fat man's phone rang.

"What? You guys want to come and have fun today? No, don't you know the rules? We're not open today!"

The fat man grumbled, "What's wrong with everyone today? They're all trying to swarm me?"

"Alright, alright, come on, since the Crown Prince and the others are here anyway, let's just have a little something!"

"What? Hui-ge and the others are here too? Damn..."

And so, one car after another drove into the dilapidated brickyard.

As it was getting dark, there were more than ten vehicles parked at the brickyard.

Each vehicle carries either one or two people, or as many as three to five people.

When they arrived, everyone had an expression of extreme excitement on their faces.

When the last car drove into the brickyard, the two snowmen standing outside the brickyard finally moved.

Chaoge Xue and Bai Mao looked at Yang Ning.

They discovered that the number of people who entered the brick kiln matched exactly the number of twigs Yang Ning had placed in the second square from the top right of the grid.

Yang Ning, sitting on a small stool, was covered in snowflakes. He began throwing small twigs into the third square from the bottom left of the grid.

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