Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

Before meeting Yang Ning, the deputy chief had prepared a thousand and one things in her mind.

After seeing Yang Ning, only one sentence remained in her mind.

"Mr. Yang, you...you must have another way to get directly to the Pope, right?"

"Hmm?" Yang Ning asked, puzzled. "Why do you ask that?"

"Does this mean I, Yang Ning, am not allowed to walk on the road to your esteemed residence?"

"Of course not!"

The deputy leader stepped aside, gesturing for Yang Ning to look outside the hotel.

The throng of people, like waves, squeezed the blockade line formed by the soldiers of the Yidaili residence, and bursts of clamor and angry shouts crashed over us like the thunderous roar of waves.

The moment Yang Ning appeared in the hotel lobby, both the waves and the roar of the sea became even more turbulent and powerful.

Yang Ning's face showed a look of understanding.

"Oh, so the road was blocked..."

Yang Ning looked at the deputy head of the Yidaili official residence in front of him, "Is there no way to solve this?"

Sweating profusely, the deputy head of the department tried her best to suppress her anxiety and said, "Mr. Yang, it's not just the street in front of the hotel that's like this; now almost the entire city of Rome is full of people like this."

Before Yang Ning could speak, the Italian military commander in charge of the army strode over. A tall Western man, he said to Yang Ning, "Mr. Yang, as you can see, the situation is far from optimistic..."

Yang Ning nodded in understanding of what the two said, but...

"A bunch of people blinded by money and consumed by greed, thinking they can block my way just because they outnumber me?"

"Ha, if my path were so easily blocked, I wouldn't have gotten this far."

After saying that, Yang Ning turned to leave, while the deputy chief, looking utterly dejected, stammered, "No, no, no..."

At that moment, a strong hand grabbed Yang Ning's arm. The military official in charge of the Italian residence held Yang Ning with one hand, took out a pistol with the other, and cocked it with the sole of his military boot.

Click!

The dark muzzle of the gun was pointed directly at Yang Ning. The Western man said coldly, "Mr. Yang, I suggest you don't go out... uh..."

Before he could finish speaking, he began to have difficulty breathing.

The deputy chief standing next to him pointed at the military official's neck, her face filled with fear.

The dark handprints gradually appeared on the military official's neck, making it increasingly difficult for him to breathe. He lay on the ground, clutching his neck and rolling around repeatedly, his life now on the countdown.

Yang Ning said calmly, "Let go."

"Cough cough cough, cough cough!"

After a series of rapid coughs, the military official sat on the ground, clutching his neck, and looked at Yang Ning with a horrified expression.

Yang Ning smiled at him and said, "You know my special identity and you know a little about my story, but you still dare to point a gun at me because you don't want to see a larger-scale bloodshed..."

"You are very brave. I hope there are more brave people like you in this world, so I will not kill you."

"The premise is that besides being brave, you also have some intelligence, and you don't do anything stupid."

This time, no one could stop Yang Ning, and he strode into the hotel lobby.

Looking down at both sides, completely ignoring the crowds outside the hotel, Yang Ning stretched out her hands to both sides and said softly, "Come on, let's get ready to go."

The two little ghost girls, Beibei and Shiwen, stood on either side of Yang Ning, each holding one of his hands.

Looking at the dense crowd outside the hotel, who seemed to harbor a deep-seated hatred for Yang Ning, Bei Bei, who was usually quiet, touched the cracks on her face with her small hands and said worriedly, "Chengcheng, there are so many people outside..."

"Should we... not go to see Elisa? Otherwise, why are so many people stopping us...?"

"Did we do something wrong back then, that's why we were treated like that by Alyssa?"

Beside Yang Ning, Shi Wen, her body seemingly glued together like pieces of a broken mortise, couldn't help but shed bloody tears. "Why...?"

"Why are these people blocking our way when we've done nothing wrong? Why...?"

"Shouldn't they be standing up for us? Why are they on the opposite side? They're all bad people, bad people..."

As the two little ghost girls spoke, they each tightened their grip on Yang Ning's hands.

Feeling the cool touch on his hands, facing the sunlight streaming through the hotel's glass curtain wall, and listening to the endless cursing from the crowd outside the hotel, Yang Ning slightly raised his head.

Sunlight shone on his face, casting a long shadow on the spotless, mirror-like floor behind him.

"Let alone ghosts, many people in this world cannot receive fair treatment."

"This is the norm in this world. Desires are insatiable. Where there are people, there will be disputes and conflicts. I cannot uphold justice for everyone in this world, just as I cannot kill all the bad people in the world at once, because bad people will keep appearing one after another, and the final result can only be the extinction of the entire human race."

"But today, I can indulge myself a little."

Shaking the hands of the two little ghost girls, and looking at the indignant faces outside the hotel, Yang Ning asked with a smile, "The Pope's gold coin explosion system strikes at the heart of people's hearts. Now, almost everyone in the world who knows about the gold coin explosion system wants to come to Rome and curse me."

"But why are these the people who can come to Rome? Who can come to my side, to my very eyes?"

The adorable Beibei asked in confusion, "Really? Why?"

The clever poet attempted to answer, "Because these people are more capable?"

After saying that, she added, "No, how powerful can someone be who's attracted by a mere gold-coin-generating system? Wait a minute..."

Cute and innocent Beibei: "Um, it's probably because they arrived early, so they were able to stay in this city, outside the hotel..."

Clever Poetry blinked, frowned in thought, and remained silent.

Beibei frowned, unsure what to say. Shiwen looked up at Yang Ning, her tears of blood ceasing. "Chengcheng, I understand. They were able to come here because..."

"They deserve to die."

Yang Ning looked at the poem and said with a smile, "That's right."

Looking once more at the chaotic and noisy crowd outside the hotel, Yang Ning's gaze gradually softened, becoming as peaceful as ever.

"People are susceptible to temptation."

"Over 90% of the world's population is attracted by the Pope's gold-spending system, so why are these the people who actually make it to Rome?"

"That's because they deserve to die."

"I selected these hundreds of thousands of people from billions of people, changed their fates and brought them to Rome, all to help clean up the garbage in this world."

"I know that doing this will only accelerate the emergence of the next batch of garbage, and if we continue to clean it up, the final outcome will still be the destruction of this world."

"So I promise, this will only be done once."

As he spoke, Yang Ning led the two little female ghosts forward.

The hotel's glass doors opened automatically to both sides, and the shouting and cursing that came rushing in became even more intense.

Some people even took off their shoes and threw them at Yang Ning.

Looking at the spectacular scene before him, Yang Ning smiled and said, "I'm sorry, but today I'm going to be a little unruly."

"Come, let us witness together a city stained with blood."

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