Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

When Yang Ning waved his hand gently towards the sky again, a golden stream of light flew into his sleeve.

The soul of Camille, the leader of the Twelve Golden Knights of the Papacy, was taken into his possession.

Along with his divine eye.

After finishing all this, Yang Ning looked down at the coffin beside him and asked, "I remember you weren't this reckless when you first came down the mountain."

"Back then, there was you and Captain Cao. Captain Cao was the most reckless. Now, Captain Cao, well, he hasn't changed much, except he has a little more respect for me."

"And you, you dared to assassinate the Pope alone..."

Yang Ning tapped the coffin lid as he spoke, "Speak."

Li Bai's voice came from inside the coffin: "The world is about to fall into chaos, and we have a responsibility to save it."

Yang Ning sighed softly, "Trying to do something you're not qualified for, how can there be so many heroes in this world? Now look what happened, the man is gone."

Li Bai's voice from inside the coffin sounded resolute and unwavering: "Some things are difficult precisely because they require someone like me to step forward."

Yang Ning: "..."

Yang Ning knocked on the coffin lid again and said softly, "Alright, rest in peace."

Silence fell over the coffin.

Yang Ning: "What? You want to tell me something? Then go ahead and say it?"

Inside the coffin: "..."

Looking up at the sky and then at the distant island coastline, Yang Ning sighed, "What a beautiful day! Great hero, if you have nothing else to do, I'll be going now."

Beneath the coffin lid, Li Bai's voice carried a hint of embarrassment and restraint, "Well, Master Yang, we've known each other for so long, haven't we? I even wielded your sword before, first with a wooden sword, then with a bronze sword..."

Yang Ning: "Can you just get to the point?"

"Why!"

Beneath the coffin lid, Li Bai's spirit finally swallowed his pride and said directly, "I beg Master Yang for a chance!"

"Um......"

Yang Ning nodded and said, "No problem, but you've thought it through. Even if you're given the opportunity, you won't be as free as a living person."

Thank you!

Yang Ning thought for a moment and said, "Okay, the head of the Taoist guarding the Yellow Springs will be taking a break in a few days. You can take over his shift."

"Um?!"

Li Bai's voice sounded filled with shock and joy: "Th-thank you, Master Yang!"

"You're welcome."

Yang Ning yawned and said, "I'm imprisoning your soul indefinitely. Just don't hate me later."

"No, no!"

Yang Ning patted the coffin lid slightly, and a blood-red mist swirled around his hand. He turned to look at the group from the Special Administration Bureau and ordered, "Send the body back to Xia Country and give it a proper burial on Qingyu Mountain."

The people on the Special Administration Bureau's side nodded repeatedly.

Yang Ning then looked at Rowent, Liang Yan, and Grant and asked, "Have all the guests I invited arrived?"

Rowent immediately stepped forward and said, "There are a total of 127 people. Twenty-two were killed on the spot during the arrest, and the rest have all been brought here."

"Okay, very good, thank you." Yang Ning glanced at the sky. "Then let's do it tonight. We'll hold a sacrificial ceremony to the heavens that is unique to this island."

Immediately, the expressions of everyone present changed slightly.

They didn't know about the sacrificial ceremony on Tianluo Island before, but they found out when Yang Ning "asked" them to invite these more than one hundred guests.

These hundred-plus guests invited by Yang Ning were all scions of so-called "noble" families on Tianluo Island.

That night.

On the beach of Tianluo Island, torches illuminated the entire beach.

There are more than 30,000 indigenous residents on Tianluo Island, and more than half of them were invited to the scene that night.

In front of nearly 20,000 indigenous people, on a makeshift platform, more than 300 indigenous people with their hands tied were kneeling on the platform.

Of these 300-plus people, over 100 were recruited by Yang Ning from all over the world, and over 200 were people who originally lived on Tianluo Island.

They all share a common identity: either they are relatives of the chief or they are the so-called "nobles" of the island.

Because the event was rushed, there weren't enough chairs prepared on site. A reasonably good-looking agent from the UN Security Council was brought in to be the host. This host asked the locals to sit on the beach. However, after he finished speaking, not a single one of the tens of thousands of people present dared to sit down.

Many people even knelt on the beach along with the indigenous nobles who were kneeling on the stage.

Yang Ning's gaze swept over the eyes of the indigenous residents. He waved to the host on stage, who immediately ran off the stage as if granted a pardon.

Upon seeing Yang Ning stand up, the representatives from Xia Guo, Qunxing, and Britain present all subconsciously lowered their heads.

They could already foresee what would happen next.

click-

This time, Bai Mao didn't take his silver pistol. Instead, he took a double-magazine AK rifle, cocked it, grinned at everyone, and followed Yang Ning.

Without any extra ceremony or opening remarks, Yang Ning simply walked up to the platform and gestured to the armed special agents of the Star Alliance to pull a young nobleman from the far corner of the platform to the very front.

Looking at the dense crowd below the stage, Yang Ning asked the trembling island nobleman, "Not counting abuse, there are five lives lost, all from the island. Do you plead guilty?"

The other person knelt on the ground, head touching the ground, trembling all over, and did not speak.

The special agent next to him whispered, "Sir, he might not understand you. Should we have a translator?"

Yang Ning smiled and said, "No, he understands."

Then, Yang Ning asked the young nobleman again, "Do you confess? Speak."

This time, the other person rattled off a long string of dialect words and kept banging their head against the ground.

It looks like he's kowtowing, but the angle and force clearly don't seem very professional.

Yang Ning smiled and nodded, "Okay, just confess, and I'll give you a quick death."

He took two steps to the side, and the white-haired man stepped forward with the AK, pointed it at the young nobleman's head, and bang—

A bullet pierced the young nobleman's skull, the blood-stained bullet striking the high platform floor through his head.

The armed special agents on the side waved behind them, and two agents immediately ran up and dragged away the young nobleman's body.

The shot fired by Bai Mao caused quite a stir both on and off the stage. The native residents below the stage looked at what was happening with disbelief, while on the stage, several noble natives with bloodshot eyes shouted angrily at Yang Ning. Some wanted to rush over to the corpse of the young nobleman, while others wanted to go straight for Yang Ning himself!

Fortunately, those who rushed over to the body were able to see the deceased one last time.

He rushed over there himself...

The armed special agent next to Yang Ning slammed his rifle butt down hard, sending the man sprawling into the air at a ninety-degree angle.

Yang Ning didn't even look behind him and said, "Since they're in such a hurry, this one will do. Please come over here."

The special agent dragged the roaring native nobleman to Yang Ning's side. Just like before, Yang Ning asked him, "Fifteen lives, seven on the islands, eight from outside the islands. Two of them were tourists you abducted from the non-territory, whom you tortured to death. Do you confess?"

Despite the fact that the slightly older indigenous nobleman's nose had just been ripped open by the special agents with the butt of a gun, he still angrily yelled and cursed at Yang Ning.

Yang Ning nodded and said, "Alright, you won't plead guilty, right? Then please wait a moment."

After saying that, he waved to his side, and two armed special agents immediately ran up and pulled the man aside to wait.

Next, Yang Ning questioned each of the noble members kneeling on the stage.

Those who confessed were sent away on the spot with a single bullet from the white-haired man.

Those who don't plead guilty, take them aside and wait.

After nearly half of the nobles on the platform had been executed, Yang Ning looked at the dense crowd below and asked with a smile, "Now, does everyone dare to sit down?"

His words were calm and even, neither too loud nor too soft, yet they reached the ears of every one of the more than ten thousand indigenous residents present.

Finally, the island's indigenous residents who arrived at the scene realized what had happened. The fear in their eyes gradually faded, and many of them had tears welling up in their eyes.

Some people boldly sat on the beach, some remained standing, and quite a few started jumping and hopping on the spot—

That was their dance to show respect to the gods.

Outside the island, on the open sea.

The little sea monster with a tattered shoe on its head sat on the shoulder of the giant fish, silently watching what was happening on the shore.

"Teacher, I think I've learned something."

Tell me about it.

"If you do something wrong, you should accept the punishment."

"wrong."

"Hmm? Teacher, what should it be?"

"If you do something wrong, you should be punished."

"Um... teacher, I don't quite understand..."

Figure it out yourself.

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