Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

On the Yellow Springs Wooden Bridge, Yang Ning's figure gradually disappeared from the eyes of Aunt Yang and Sister Tiandao.

But on the other side, Yang Ning's figure gradually became clear.

White Hair has always been seen as a handsome young man in a suit.

But at this moment, the white-haired man's suit was tattered, his beard was unkempt, and his eyes were empty and lifeless...

He was no longer the spirited and boastful little white wolf he once was.

At that moment, he really did look like a dog.

Every day, he squats on the banks of the Yellow Springs, staring at the seemingly endless wooden bridge, muttering as if he's lost his soul: "Idol, when will you come back...?"

"Idol......"

The place where the white-haired man was squatting was where the red-robed Taoist priest used to meditate.

The red-robed Taoist priest, unable to bear the white-haired man's incessant nagging, moved to a more favorable position.

Not far from the white-haired man, several little devils carefully scooped some river water from the Yellow Springs and poured it onto a patch of strangely colored land on the bank.

As the Yellow Springs River seeped into the ground, the strangely colored land became somewhat normal.

This is the land that was defiled by the "Moon Goddess" who forcibly crossed the river that day.

Later, Grandma Yue was casually dealt with by Yang Ning, and the task of cleaning the floor was handed over to Bai Mao and the little devils.

Recently, because White Hair's mental state has become increasingly problematic, the kids have had to do the work themselves.

Of course, Bai Mao wasn't entirely out of luck. Hearing the sound of water being scooped up nearby, he still said in a low voice, looking dejected, "Be careful. People can climb back up if they fall in, but you're ghosts. If you fall in, you're done for..."

Even though Bai Mao was on the verge of a mental breakdown, he still remembered to take care of Yang Ning's little devils.

After the little devils finish washing the ground, the white-haired guy will turn back to his old self, staring at the wooden bridge over the underworld, "Idol, when will you—"

Seeing the two figures, one large and one small, appear on the log bridge, Bai Mao's incessant muttering finally ended after several days.

His eyes were red-rimmed and gradually became moist. "Idol, you... you're finally back! You're finally back!"

"If I stay with ghosts every day and you don't come back, I might really become a ghost!"

......

As Yang Ning walked down the log bridge and looked at the white-haired man's inhuman and ghostly appearance, he felt a little guilty.

At the same time, he also didn't understand why a period of seclusion could drive someone to this state.

"that......"

Yang Ning asked the white-haired man, "What happened to you? Are you starving or thirsty? Or are you freezing because your clothes are so torn?"

White Hair wiped away his tears and said, "We have enough to eat and drink. We can get by eating some grass and drinking some spring water from the mountain."

"The key point is that idols, whether human or wolf, are social creatures and need the companionship of their kind..."

Yang Ning: "That doesn't really make much sense, because I don't need it."

White Hair nodded and said, "Yes, that's why you're my idol. Whether it's a lone wolf or a human, they're usually ruthless characters."

Yang Ning refuted Bai Mao again: "That doesn't make sense either. Tell me, am I ruthless?"

White Hair: "..."

Looking up at the sky above the Qingqiao Mountains, Bai Mao suddenly felt for the first time how healing it was to talk to his idol.

Seeing that Bai Mao remained silent, Yang Ning continued, "Well, although I have killed countless people, slaughtered entire villages, and destroyed entire countries, I have always felt that I am a warm and kind person."

"You can't always judge whether someone is a good or bad person based on their words and actions."

Listening to Yang Ning's instructions, Bai Mao straightened his tattered suit, ran his slicked-back hair through his grime-covered hands, his fingernails stained with grime, and smiled slightly, instantly dispelling any trace of his previous listlessness and dejection.

Hey, that feeling is back again.

"My idol is right!"

"Idol, are we getting ready to leave?"

Yang Ning turned to look at the red-robed Taoist priest meditating on the hillside beside him, and bowed solemnly to him as he had come, saying, "Taoist leader, you may leave now."

The Taoist priest in red scratched his itchy body, looking troubled. "Um, Yang Ning, could I... not leave?"

"sure."

Yang Ning was somewhat surprised and asked, "But don't you seniors all want to rest early?"

The Taoist priest in red smiled and said, "Since things have come to this point, let's stay a few more days and see what the world becomes."

Yang Ning hesitated for a moment, then smiled and said, "The world is peaceful and the years are serene."

The Taoist priest just smiled and didn't say anything.

Yang Ning: "Don't believe me?"

The Taoist priest said, "I don't really believe in this. I feel like there's no peace and quiet in this world. A bunch of bastards need to be disciplined with a stick!"

Yang Ning: "After education, won't life still be peaceful and serene?"

The Taoist priest said, "Won't there still be bastards in the future? There's no shortage of them."

Yang Ning: "The point of re-education is that we can't just give up on this world because of a bunch of bastards, and we can't stop eating just because we need to relieve ourselves, right?"

As soon as Yang Ning finished speaking, strange movements began to occur around him.

Sun Dapang seemed to have something to say.

But after looking at Yang Ning's bandaged hand, he shut up.

The white cloth bag that Yang Ning carried with him kept making a "clanging" sound.

Clearly, one of the turtles felt offended.

Yang Ning reached into the cloth bag and pressed the shell down. At that moment, a peach blossom branch reached out from the side and gently stroked Yang Ning's hand wrapped in gauze with the peach blossoms on the branch.

With a gentle flick of his wrist, Yang Ning sent Peach Blossom Sister flying deep into the white cloth bag.

Aside from Sun Dapang and Wang Ba Kezi, the one with the strongest abnormal reaction was actually the Taoist priest in red.

His expression was very complicated. He said, "Yang Ning, why do I feel like these words sound so familiar?"

A look of reminiscence crossed Yang Ning's face as he said softly, "Of course it's familiar, because these are the words you said to me after I killed you."

"Besides these, you also taught me cultivation methods. It is thanks to the experience passed down by you elite seniors that I was able to master so many mysterious techniques in my mind so quickly, which led to who I am today."

The red-robed Taoist priest's face turned as red as his blood-stained clothes: "So, so you thought you could reform me because you couldn't beat me? You, you have a really good memory!"

"I have to say something about instructing you on cultivation. It wasn't out of kindness on our part; you learned that old madman's soul lamp on your own, and it really hurts when it burns!"

"Teaching you something can reduce some of the burning pain; for us, that's simply a blessing..."

In the end, the red-robed Taoist's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

Returning a smile to the red-robed Taoist priest, Yang Ning said, "Alright, Taoist team leader, you can stay here. I'll be going now?"

The red-robed Taoist priest sighed, "Go on, go do what you need to do, um..."

"Um?"

"Kid, watch out!"

"Um."

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