Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

Compared to the Central Plains, winter comes later in Yunnan Province.

In Zhongzhou, heavy snow was already falling, but in Caiyun, it was still late summer weather—hot during the day and cold at night.

The rolling mountains in the Qingqiao area are still lush and green as far as the eye can see.

Yang Ning traveled by car, then plane, then car again, then donkey cart, and finally on foot, taking a whole week to finally arrive at the stone tablet with the two large characters "Qingqiao" written on it.

At this moment, Yang Ning is still the same Yang Ning, but the fan who followed him here...

The white-haired guy looks a bit pathetic.

Originally, he was just acting as a fanboy driver for his idol.

The journey was long and tiring, but it was alright.

However, everything changed when things progressed to the point where they had to ride in a donkey cart.

The key issue is that the donkey that Yang Ning summoned from the mountains at will is not very obedient.

The white-haired man, who was acting as the donkey cart driver, was dumbfounded.

After finally taming the donkey, he drove the donkey cart himself, pulling Yang Ning into the mountains. They traveled for three days and three nights, but then the donkey cart was no longer available, and it was time to walk.

What does that mean?

It means that even donkeys don't want to run on that lousy road.

White Hair was eagerly hoping that Yang Ning could put some pressure on that stupid donkey.

Yang Ning simply said, "If it really doesn't work, you should go back first," and Bai Mao lowered his head and silently followed Yang Ning, one step at a time.

"If we go back now, wouldn't all the donkey carts ahead have been driven for nothing?"

"Whether you're a wolf or a human, you must know how to persevere to the end!"

Bai Mao spoke with force and conviction.

After walking for two days, Bai Mao finally had no choice but to activate his werewolf form to barely keep up with Yang Ning's pace.

When they reached the stone tablet, the white-haired werewolf, panting heavily, transformed back into human form and said exhaustedly, "I heard, I heard that Cao Dadan, who wanted to capture the idol, decided to investigate the idol in the summer, but only arrived at this place in the fall."

"At first I didn't believe it. What kind of road could take months to travel?"

"Now it seems that no matter how many months it takes, Cao Dadan is quite capable of persevering and completing this journey."

"You're not bad either."

Yang Ning stepped forward and patted the stone tablet. Instantly, the forests between the mountains surged, and the lush greenery seemed to come alive, waving to Yang Ning.

Yang Ning responded with a smile: "Hello everyone, I'm back."

Everything in the mountains became more vibrant, as if every flower, tree, blade of grass, and leaf had grown a spirit.

However, looking at this scene of all living things before him, the white-haired man himself was shivering uncontrollably.

He remembered something.

Along the way, ever since he switched to the donkey cart, he hadn't seen a single living creature in these mountains, except for the donkey itself.

The sound of the mountain wind rustling through the trees was constant, but he didn't hear a single insect chirp or a beast roar.

This is deep in the mountains!

How could there not be any wild animals or insects?!

The only explanation is...

Bai Mao looked at Yang Ning.

Coincidentally, Yang Ning also turned to look at him and said in a deeply apologetic tone, "I'm sorry, I was young and didn't know any better back then. I was too murderous and ruthless."

"So much so that nothing can grow here for ten years, alas..."

Yang Ning sighed and said, "If I had left behind a few more wolves and bears, would that stubborn donkey have dared to be so arrogant with me?"

"Isn't it just because without it I can only walk on my own two feet...?"

White Hair: "..."

He asked instinctively, "Can't idols just go home in one step?"

Looking at the lush green mountains before him, Yang Ning took a few deep breaths of the mountain air and said, "Coming home should have some kind of ceremony, right?"

"Let's go, let's take a trip to the underworld."

White Hair: "..."

As you walk past the stone tablet on the green bridge, the sound of rushing water can be faintly heard.

After walking for half a day, the two finally stood at Huangquan, a place that resembled the Dijiang River that flowed through the Central Plains Province, lying between these mountains with its murky waters.

Above the Yellow Springs, lies a long, seemingly endless log.

At one end of the log, a Taoist priest in red robes was meditating.

At first glance, the red-robed Taoist priest and the white-haired man's hair stood on end. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but instead let out a trembling wolf howl.

It was only then that Bai Mao realized that he had unknowingly transformed back into a werewolf.

Yang Ning looked at him, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "I'm sorry, I was only thinking about having someone to talk to along the way, but I overlooked the fact that it really wasn't appropriate to bring you here."

"If you'd like, I can help you cross the bridge. Would you like to go?"

White Hair nodded almost instinctively and frantically, jokingly telling himself to stay with that ghostly Taoist priest—

and many more!

White Hair glanced at the red-robed Taoist priest, then looked towards the opposite side of the Yellow Springs.

It's foggy, so I can't see clearly.

The white-haired man transformed back into human form and asked indirectly, "Idol, what is this powerful Taoist priest doing here?"

Yang Ning laughed and said, "Didn't I tell you? That's my house across the street. The Taoist clan chief is watching over my house."

White Hair blinked and said, "No need, idol, I'll stay here with this Taoist priest."

"Um?"

Seeing Bai Mao's expression, Yang Ning asked with concern, "Are you alright? You seemed quite afraid of the Taoist clan leader just now?"

White Hair said urgently, "Sure! No problem! I may be scared, but I also have many questions I'd like to ask the Taoist priest!"

Seeing his insistence, Yang Ning didn't force him, but said with some regret, "If you give up here, wouldn't all that effort ahead have been for nothing?"

"So be it if I've wasted my time."

With an expression that seemed to have seen through the meaning of life, Bai Mao said, "Whether you're a wolf or a human, you have to know when to cut your losses."

Yang Ning nodded slightly, indicating her understanding, "Alright then..."

"Okay, could you also please take care of my companions while you're at it?"

As Yang Ning spoke, the fourteen little devils, except for Mingming, Si Xiaohong, and the little zombie, the other eight little devils appeared beside Bai Mao.

Yang Ning helplessly spread his hands, saying, "Those few won't make it to the underworld either."

The eight little devils huddled together, and even though they were next to Yang Ning, they still trembled as they looked at the other side of the Yellow Springs.

She was clearly trembling, but she still insisted, "Wherever Chengcheng goes, I'll go!"

Yang Ning patted Mingming's head reassuringly and looked at the white-haired man: "Mingming is a five-red-one-body, and the little zombie is not a ghost. It's hidden in the white cloth bag I always carry with me. The two of them can cross the river with me."

White Hair gave Mingming a thumbs-up with eyes full of admiration.

Without much hesitation, Yang Ning pulled Mingming onto the log. As they passed the red-robed Taoist priest, Yang Ning bowed deeply to him and said, "Thank you."

The Taoist priest replied calmly, "Compared to you, what am I?"

Yang Ning smiled and stepped onto the log.

Behind him, Mingming, trembling, clung to Yang Ning's clothes, cautiously moving forward.

Beneath the log, the surging waters of the Yellow Springs roar, but if you listen carefully, you can almost hear the endless wails of the dead and vengeful ghosts.

The other end of the log...

Others couldn't see it, but Yang Ning looked over and clearly saw that on the other side of the Yellow Springs, someone was craning their neck and looking in his direction.

"Chengcheng! Chengcheng!"

"Even if Mom doesn't come back today!"

"Quick, quick! Mom misses you!"

"Dinner's ready!"

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