Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

A fleeting look of fear crossed Aunt Yang's eyes—a look that suggested she knew she was safe, yet was genuinely afraid.

She immediately laughed and said, "Of course, of course!"

"Chengcheng, come on, let's go home for dinner!"

As Yang Ning led her forward, Aunt Yang turned back to the neighbors and said, "Everyone heard what my son said!"

"Nobody is allowed to cross the river! Ouch!"

Aunt Yang stumbled and almost dropped Mingming, whom she was holding, to the ground.

Behind her and Yang Ning, the crowd was silent, everyone with their heads down, trembling all over.

Walking uphill from the Yellow Springs Bridge, the group soon entered a quaint village.

Upon reaching this point, the group following Yang Ning and her daughter stopped and went home.

Yang Ning and Aunt Yang walked through the village and entered a mountain forest.

After leaving the forest, we were almost at the top of the mountain, where there was an extremely spacious courtyard with rammed earth walls.

This is the real estate that the old madman left to Yang Ning.

The courtyard was very simply furnished, inside and out, and there wasn't even a gate.

As soon as Sister Yang reached the courtyard gate, she called out to the inside, "Tian'er! Chengcheng's back!"

"Why!"

A clear voice came from the courtyard, and a figure rushed to the gate. It was a girl holding a spatula, whose appearance was nothing like Aunt Yang's, but who had the same temperament.

The girl was elegant and beautiful, exuding a scholarly air and giving the impression of a well-bred young lady.

Upon seeing the girl, Yang Ning casually greeted her, "Big sister's here too?"

The girl nodded, looking at the bandage wrapped around Yang Ning's hand with a puzzled expression, and asked, "Why...why isn't it healed yet?"

Yang Ning raised his hand, looked at it, and laughed, "You struck in anger, how could you possibly recover so quickly?"

Aunt Yang put Mingming down, stepped forward, and said with a smile, "You two are a good couple because you bicker and tease each other. I'm just afraid that neither of you will talk to the other!"

"Tian'er, is dinner ready?"

The girl nodded shyly and said, "Okay! I'll go get it!"

Yang Ning was about to head straight for the main room when a small hand tugged at his trouser leg. Turning around, he saw Mingming looking puzzled: "Chengcheng, that, that, that older sister?"

"Yes, that's right, she's the eldest sister."

Yang Ning nodded and said, "It's the Heavenly Dao that I curse from time to time."

Mingming: "......"

"Is that what Sun, the chubby grandpa always calls 'sister' or 'little sister'?"

Yang Ning: "Yes."

"Alright, stop worrying about it, let's eat."

The dinner table.

A table was set with both meat and vegetables, some cooked by Sister Tian'er and some by Aunt Yang.

Although Mingming was also present, she looked completely bewildered. "I'm a ghost, how am I supposed to eat this?"

Aunt Yang placed a small bowl of rice in front of Mingming. "My little darling, eat whatever you want. This is the other side of the Yellow Springs, our world. Ghosts can eat too."

The girl named "Tian'er" served Yang Ning a bowl of rice, then put a little bit of all the dishes on the table into a small bowl, and placed it in front of Mingming along with the chopsticks.

She's too small; she can't reach most of the dishes on the table.

At this moment, Yang Ning said, "Big sister, she clearly doesn't know how to use chopsticks."

"Oh? I didn't think that through."

The girl smiled and winked at Mingming.

The next second, Mingming picked up the chopsticks with her little hands, her movements quite skillful.

The girl tossed a strand of her hair aside and said to Mingming, "You can use it here, but you'll have to learn how to use chopsticks yourself when you go out."

Mingming nodded timidly and said, "Th-thank you, Auntie? Thank you, Sister?"

The girl patted Mingming's head. "You can call me whatever you want, it doesn't matter."

Mingming glanced at Yang Ning's bandaged hand, then lowered her head and silently ate her rice.

Yang Ning was also quietly eating, clearly not daring to speak, as he didn't really want to talk to the other two.

He was eating, and Aunt Yang next to him was watching with her bowl in hand, completely forgetting that she was eating too—

The little ghost girl who used to stare at Yang Ning like that is now trying her best to eat her rice and make herself look as well-behaved as possible.

The girl on the side was less eating and more performing eating.

So much so that at this meal, only Yang Ning and Mingming were actually eating.

As the meal progressed, Aunt Yang began to speak, "Chengcheng, stay a few more days this time..."

"Look, when are you and Tian'er going to hold your wedding banquet? All the neighbors in the village are looking forward to it..."

"Mingming, be good, you're so small, eat more!"

The meal was finally finished amidst Aunt Yang's rambling.

Aunt Yang and Sister Tian'er cleared away the dishes, and the latter asked Yang Ning, "Shall we go take a look at the top of the mountain?"

Yang Ning nodded and went to the room on the west side of the courtyard. When he came out, he was carrying a brazier, yellow paper and other things.

Mingming tried to follow with her little steps, but Aunt Yang picked her up and said, "That young couple went to the mountain to burn paper money, why are you meddling in their fun!"

"How about you stay and keep Grandma company?"

"Burning paper money?"

Mingming asked in confusion, "Who are we burning paper money for?"

Aunt Yang grinned. "Who else could it be given to? Of course, it's for me."

If it weren't for the fact that she herself is a little ghost, this statement would sound quite creepy.

......

On the mountaintop, there are trees, burial mounds, and simple stone tombstones.

The tombstone reads in a distorted and crooked manner, "The Tomb of Yang Ning's Mother, Yang Xia".

The characters are crooked and the wording is careless; the character for "grave" is even written in pinyin.

With a wave of her hand, Tian'er's eldest sister sent a stone rolling out of the bushes. Yang Ning sat down on the stone, facing the tombstone, tears welling in her eyes: "Mom..."

"I'm back."

The yellow paper fell into the brazier and spontaneously combusted, then was extinguished.

Yang Ning took the candle and relit the yellow paper one by one, then put them back into the brazier.

As he burned paper money, he said, "Mom, it feels like just yesterday you left, and now so many years have passed..."

"Over the years, I've done many things, some right, some wrong, and the thing I shouldn't have done the most..."

Yang Ning paused for a moment before continuing, "It's about reversing time and resurrecting a version of yourself that isn't actually you."

"I know, if it were you, you would never have become like that. The you who told me to be kind even on your deathbed, how could you so easily succumb to evil?"

"So, I reversed time again and again, resurrecting many versions of you, but..."

"No matter what, the you I resurrected will eventually become that way, I..."

"Therefore, I can only merge those countless versions of you that are not yours into one and imprison them on the other side of the Yellow Springs."

"I have to face the reality that, in fact, I lost you forever the moment you died."

"I will never meet that mother who raised me and taught me how to be a person again in my life."

After burning all the yellow paper in his hand, little by little, Yang Ning turned to Sister Tian'er and said, "Let's go."

The older sister asked, "Should we go see Auntie?"

"Um."

With a casual wave of her hand, the space-time around the two of them shifted—

Ding-dong!

The crisp sound of a bicycle bell rang out, "Yang Xia! Off work?"

"Hey! Let's go pick up the kids! Are you coming, Sister Chen?"

"Let's go! Together!"

Two women of similar age, with similar smiles on their faces, pushed their bicycles out of the factory in the gentle breeze of the setting sun.

Suddenly, Sister Chen stared at Yang Ning standing in front of her and said, "Wow, this boy is really good-looking! Whose son is he?"

Yang Xia turned her head and looked over; she and Yang Ning's eyes met.

Yang Ning came to another time and space to visit Aunt Yang.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still. The two looked at each other, neither of them speaking.

Finally, Yang Xia asked somewhat strangely, "Young man? Is there something you need?"

Yang Ning snapped out of his daze and shook his head, saying, "It's nothing, it's nothing, I was just a little distracted..."

Yang Xia and Sister Chen next to her chuckled softly as they pushed their bicycles past Yang Ning.

After walking for a while, Sister Chen teased Yang Xia, "Yang Xia, what were you staring at that kid for? Don't be silly, you have a man and a child!"

"Hey, I just feel like I've seen that kid before..."

"Perhaps, they're children from a past life?"

"Wow, Sister Chen, you really know how to talk! Hahaha!"

"Hahaha!"

......