Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

On the other side of the Yellow Springs, the bridgehead was crowded with people.

Almost every figure was looking towards the bridge.

They seemed to be welcoming Yang Ning back, yet also...

"My son is back. He's very clever; he knows exactly what he should and shouldn't look at, doesn't he? I don't need to remind you, do I?"

Aunt Yang looked at Yang Ning with tears welling up in her eyes, her eyes filled with tenderness, but when she spoke, she coldly said this to the crowd around her.

She showed tenderness to her son, but indifference to others.

There was no concealment whatsoever, because there was no need to.

Instantly, all the gazes in the crowd that seemed to be looking at Yang Ning, but were actually looking at the wooden bridge behind him, all "excitedly" fell on Yang Ning.

People seemed to genuinely welcome homecoming travelers, crowding around Aunt Yang at the head of the group, but not a single person dared to actually step onto the log leading to the outside world.

A murky Yellow Spring, and a log spanning it, separate the world before Yang Ning from the outside world.

As Yang Ning stepped off the log bridge, his foot landed on the soft, muddy ground. Aunt Yang, who was coming towards him, embraced him tightly. "Son!"

"You've finally come back to see your mother!"

Yang Ning smiled genuinely. "Mom..."

"Why!"

Aunt Yang cupped Yang Ning's face in her hands, examining him closely, and said with a smile, "My son is still so handsome, Chengcheng, it's time to get married, my dear..."

"This time I'm back, I absolutely have to get married!"

Yang Ning mumbled, "We'll talk about it later."

"I can't say anymore! You're almost twenty! And that doesn't even include all those times you had to start over!"

"If you include them, you'd probably be hundreds or even thousands of years old! Those who have lived for hundreds of years are all incredibly sensible, but you, you've always been like a child..."

"Oh my, who is this? Such a cute little girl! Let Auntie guess... Hmm, your name must be Mingming, right? Come here, Auntie will give you a hug!"

"Chengcheng, let me tell you, this time, the wedding is a must. I heard there's a matchmaker at Wansui Mountain in Liangcheng named Wang Po, who's really popular online lately—"

Yang Ning: "Mom, I'm hungry."

Aunt Yang immediately changed the subject: "Come on! Let's go home for dinner! The food is already ready!"

The crowd around her exclaimed, "Congratulations, Sister Yang! You've seen your son!"

"Chengcheng is so pretty!"

"I wish my child was as successful as Chengcheng! I really envy Sister Yang for having such a child!"

Sister Yang held Mingming, who was trembling and unable to speak, in one arm and linked arms with Yang Ning in the other, her face beaming with joy. "Not at all, everyone, you flatter me!"

At this moment, Yang Ning's smile changed slightly, but it was just a smile for the sake of smiling.

But the smile on Sister Yang's face was genuine and utterly sincere.

While exchanging compliments with her fellow villagers, Sister Yang looked around the crowd again and again.

Upon seeing her expression, the people around her exclaimed, "Sister Yang! We're here! Dayong's family is here!"

"Sister Yang, Er Gou's family is here too! We're over here!"

"We've come to welcome Chengcheng, Sister Yang! We're from Cat Sister's family!"

With a kind smile, Sister Yang greeted her neighbors from all directions: "I saw him! I told you, my son is good-for-nothing, there's no need for you all to come and greet me!"

"Look at all of you! Oh, Aunt Yue is here too? You're so old, why bother! You even held Chengcheng when he was little!"

"Chengcheng! Quickly call her Grandma Yue! She's practically your own grandma!"

Yang Ning, who was being helped by Sister Yang, turned to greet an elderly woman in a wheelchair with white hair and cloudy eyes, saying, "Hello, Grandma Yue, it's been a while."

The old woman seemed to have poor eyesight, waving her hands, which looked like withered tree bark, groaning, "Ugh... Orange... Orange? Ugh?"

"Hmm? Chengcheng, hmm?"

Suddenly, the old woman stopped waving her hands and pointed both of her fingers in the same direction.

That's the direction of the other side of the Yellow Springs.

An old lady wants to cross the river.

She asked Yang Ning if it was okay.

The previously noisy crowd instantly fell silent.

Even Aunt Yang's smile froze at that moment.

Everyone looked at Yang Ning, waiting for his answer.

Yang Ning's smile changed again; this smile was clearly familiar.

He looked at the elderly woman in her wheelchair, frail and elderly, and said softly, "Grandma Yue, you must have already made your decision, right?"

"Then why ask me? You can try it yourself."

Grandma Yue shuddered, and her already cloudy eyes became even dimmer.

The next second, a fierce ghostly howl shattered the peaceful scene among everyone present.

Grandma Yue's once intact flesh began to rot, and a dark, ghostly figure appeared on her body. Suddenly, she was thrown out of her wheelchair!

With heart-wrenching ghostly howls, Grandma Yue transformed into a ghostly figure, her limbs gripping the ground as she lunged toward the round wooden bridge over the Yellow Springs!

At this moment, she didn't look like a frail, elderly woman at all!

They are vengeful ghosts from the underworld, eternally suppressed!

......

The other side of the Yellow Springs.

Bang, bang, bang!

White Hair, who was chatting with the red-robed Taoist, suddenly heard muffled sounds coming from the Yellow Springs Wooden Bridge.

He immediately became alert and exclaimed, "Master Daoist! Something's wrong!"

The red-robed Taoist priest, who was meditating, raised his eyelids and glanced at the bridge, saying casually, "Relax, relax, anyway..."

"Even if that thing comes, there's nothing you can do to help."

White Hair: "???"

He had nothing to say.

Time flew by, and in just a few seconds, Bai Mao spotted the source of the commotion on the bridge.

An old woman, her body completely rotting, rushed toward him in a dark, shadowy mass!

At first glance, White Hair knew he was no match for the enemy!

He cried out in alarm, "Master Daoist! Master Daoist?! Quick, quick, make a move!"

However, the red-robed Taoist priest seemed not to hear him and continued to sit quietly by the river in meditation.

White Hair was almost suffocating.

He watched helplessly as the vengeful ghost of the underworld drew ever closer, then—smack!

Finally, the ghostly figure crossed the bridge and landed on its four claws.

"Huh? Huh? Ahhh!!"

Grandma Yue's half-rotten ghostly face revealed a wanton, maniacal laugh, and a mournful ghostly howl rose into the sky!

She stomped her feet hard on the ground, breathing deeply, savoring the fragrance of the other side of the underworld and the world of the living—

Bai Mao noticed that the land had started to turn black and become sandy the moment she landed.

The other side of the Yellow Springs.

Everyone, including Sister Yang, was watching what was happening on the other side of the Yellow Springs.

When they saw Grandma Yue truly step onto the land on the other side of the Yellow Springs, heavy breathing filled the air.

The way everyone looked at Yang Ning changed subtly.

Of course, this look is by no means meant to be disrespectful.

Rather, they realized that some rules seemed to have been broken.

Just as ghostly howls echoed across the opposite bank and the people on this bank were lost in their own thoughts, Yang Ning chuckled softly.

With a calm gaze and gentle tone, he spoke as if he were talking about something ordinary: "I'm keeping you all here just so I can remember you by."

"I'm not asking you to leap over to the Yellow Springs and wreak havoc on earth."

"But now it seems that you have never realized the significance of your existence."

"Then I'm sorry, fellow villagers, even though my mother is stronger now, even though the resentment of your Yellow Springs ghost clan is even greater, even though many days have passed..."

"I, Yang Ning, will kill you all..."

"Still no need to draw your sword."

After saying that, Yang Ning casually waved his hand lightly—

A gentle breeze rose from the other side of the Yellow Springs, swept across the turbid river surface, and splashed a ripple. Finally, it landed on the "Moon Goddess" who was lying on all fours on the opposite bank of the Yellow Springs, looking up and letting out a deafening howl.

In an instant, Grandma Yue's ghostly howl came to an abrupt halt.

"Ugh! Ah, ah?"

Her battered head fell to the ground with a "thud".

She landed on the other side of the Yellow Springs, the place she had always longed to reach.

Yang Ning stopped, took her mother's trembling arm, and said with a soft laugh, "I guess Grandma Yue must have wanted to cross the river on her own, rather than being driven by anyone else."

"Am I right, Mom?"

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