Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

"One, two, three... eight."

"One, two, three... eight."

White Hair counted the little devils clinging to his clothes over and over again.

I was afraid of losing one of them.

Babysitting is no easy task, especially with eight children.

But you know what, being grabbed by a bunch of little devils in red actually felt pretty exciting for the white-haired guy.

Bai Mao looked at the little ghosts one by one. The little female ghosts were quite cute. The headless Ya Mei held her little head in one hand and pulled on her clothes with the other.

The seemingly frail Shiwen's small body was covered in cracks, which made Bai Mao gasp in surprise.

Even with blood-stained face, Beibei's obedient demeanor made the white-haired man feel very likable.

When the white-haired man shifted his attention to the few little male ghosts...

"Hey kid, can't you show me some respect? Please use your hands, not your feet, when you grab my clothes, okay?"

The bewildered little turtle didn't understand what the white-haired creature meant at first, until the poem reminded him. He then realized his mistake and apologized to the white-haired creature, "Sorry! I mixed up my hands and feet again!"

Then, in front of the white-haired creature, the little turtle switched the feet on its arm with the hands on its ankle.

As he lifted his foot to grab the hem of the white sweater with his toes, he realized first, "No, no, that's the hand..."

White Hair blinked his slightly reddened eyes and said, "Well, if you're happy, using your feet isn't out of the question."

"My main concern is that using your feet might not be very comfortable for you—"

Under the watchful eyes of the white-haired creature, the little turtle swapped its severed arms and legs back together, using the severed leg on its arm to grab the white-haired creature's clothes again.

The very polite little turtle even smiled at the white-haired man and said, "Thank you, uncle!"

Uncle...

"Hello, Uncle, hello..."

White Hair muttered as he looked at the other kids. Hong Hong, with her bloody hands, looked like she was not to be trifled with. White Hair figured if he said a few words, this kid would start fighting with him on the spot.

Skip this.

Summer and Wu Di, those two little devils, were quiet and didn't make a fuss, which made Bai Mao feel quite at ease.

White Hair noticed the last little male ghost.

The chubby boy was holding his clothes in one hand and swinging something around in the other.

The thing with the white fur looked somewhat familiar. "Fatty, what's that thing you're swinging?"

Sun Dapang's round face, with its two narrow eyes, looked at the white-haired man with a mocking expression. "You... guess?"

As he spoke, he moved the object he was swinging towards the white-haired man.

White Hair leaned closer to take a look—

The next second, he was struck dumb as if by lightning.

Bai Mao is a great guy in every way: he's a fan of celebrities, kind-hearted, rich, and loyal!

Yes, and he's very loyal; he only likes female priests from the Vatican.

One more thing, he has a slight obsession with cleanliness.

The fact that the little turtle could grab his clothes with its feet meant that he knew the little turtle's feet didn't usually touch the ground.

And this is already his limit.

Now......

Almost instinctively, Bai Mao looked at Sun Dapang's chubby little hand gripping his clothes and asked, "You haven't shaken that thing off with this hand, have you?!"

In front of Bai Mao, Sun Dapang changed the hand that was swinging the large intestine.

He gripped the white-haired man's clothes again with the hand he had just used to shake off the large intestine—

Suddenly, the white-haired man felt a jolt; he felt as if countless ants were crawling all over his body.

As if comforting Bai Mao, Sun Dapang said, "I am a spirit, and I don't have any real excrement, so my large intestine is very clean. But if you think I do, then that has nothing to do with me."

White Hair: "..."

After thinking about it carefully, Bai Mao felt that what the little fat ghost was saying actually made some sense.

Stupid logic, stinky...

The mere thought of that word made the white-haired man instantly vomit, "Ugh—"

......

In the end, Bai Mao still allowed Sun Dapang to let go of his hand.

She monitored him alone with her eyes.

As time passed, Yang Ning's figure gradually faded from the Bridge to the Underworld.

White Hair glanced at the Taoist priest meditating by the river, then dragged a group of little ghosts closer to him.

"Greetings, sir/madam? May you be blessed with boundless happiness?"

The red-robed Taoist priest, with his eyes closed, replied calmly, "No need to be polite."

He raised his eyes and glanced at the white-haired boy, saying, "This little wolf cub is quite clever; he knows he can't cross the Yellow Springs."

White Hair grinned, pointing to the other side of the Yellow Springs, and said, "I am, after all, a wolf, and I have an innate intuition about certain things. However, Daoist Master..."

"What's on the other side of this river?"

The red-robed Taoist opened his eyes first, then rolled his eyes at the white-haired man and said, "This old Taoist comes from the Xuan Yang Taoist Sect and doesn't like talking to idiots from other sects."

After saying this, the red-robed Taoist priest changed the subject and said, "There is a group of vengeful ghosts on the other side of this river, the vengeful ghosts of the Yellow Springs."

"A vengeful ghost from the underworld? Is it that powerful?"

Looking at the trembling little devils around him, White Hair felt he had asked a really stupid question.

As expected, the red-robed Taoist priest merely smiled coldly, completely disdaining to answer his question.

White Hair curled his lip and clicked his tongue, saying, "Tsk tsk tsk, no wonder he's an idol. Arranging for his family to stay in a place like this, so thoughtful, absolutely safe!"

The Taoist priest in red nodded and said, "Yes, only by leaving that woman on the other side of the Yellow Springs can this world be safe."

White Hair: "???"

"Which woman?"

The Taoist priest in red glanced at him sideways. "I just praised you for being clever, and now you're acting foolish? I already said we're family. Which woman are you talking about?"

White Hair: "..."

"Master Dao, are you saying that the idol's mother is... is one of the vengeful ghosts of the Yellow Springs?"

"Hehehe, her..."

The Taoist priest in red looked up at the sky. It was already dark. There was no pollution in the mountains, but in this Green Bridge Under the Yellow Springs, not a single star could be seen.

Even the mountain wind that appeared when Yang Ning first arrived has disappeared.

The whole world was silent except for the rushing sound of the Yellow Springs River ahead.

White Hair felt a sudden chill run down his back. He realized that he had just asked another incredibly stupid question.

The red-robed Taoist priest casually picked up a stone and tossed it into the River of the Underworld, then slowly said, "That woman is not one of the vengeful ghosts of the Underworld..."

"She is everything to the vengeful ghosts of the underworld, the queen of the vengeful ghost tribe of the underworld."

"The vengeful ghosts of the underworld were born because of her, and exist because of her."

......

As Yang Ning walked further on the Yellow Springs Bridge, the scenery on the opposite bank became increasingly clear.

The bridgehead, which looked ordinary, was now crowded with people.

As Yang Ning appeared, a commotion broke out in the crowd. "He's back!"

"Haha! It's Chengcheng! Chengcheng is back!"

"It's good that you're back! The pride of our homeland shouldn't be reduced to wanderers in a foreign land!"

"Sister Yang, look! It's Chengcheng, it's Chengcheng! Your son is back!"

At the forefront of the crowd, a woman with a dignified and elegant appearance watched the white-clad figure slowly walking across the bridge, her eyes brimming with tears.

"Chengcheng, you're finally back to see your mother!"

Even if you hurt your mother a hundred or a thousand times, you will still be her good son...

"Chengcheng, Chengcheng!"

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