Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

Chapter 572 Global Awakening! How could you possibly win a bet like this?

There is no clear boundary between the Vatican and Rome.

There are two rows of Roman columns, and on ordinary days, knights of the Papacy stand guard in this place as a symbol.

But today, there isn't even a knight in sight.

After passing through two rows of Roman columns, Yang Ning and the two little ghost girls stood in the magnificent square in front of the cathedral.

"Hmm? This is not what I expected. I thought there would be many people here to greet us."

Beibei looked up at Yang Ning and said, "Is it because the Pope doesn't want the believers of the Papacy to die?"

Yang Ning smiled and said, "Yes, that's pretty much the idea. After all, His Holiness the Pope has genuine love for the Papacy and his daughter."

Beibei: "Then let's go find his daughter now, he..."

Poem: "He will use all his strength to deal with Chengcheng, even though he knows he is no match for her."

Looking at the empty square before her, Bebe asked in confusion, "All power? What about the people from the Holy See?"

Shiwen looked up at Yang Ning, tears welling in her eyes: "The moment Chengcheng stepped over those two rows of Roman columns and arrived here, the battlefield was no longer confined to this small Papal Kingdom."

As the one person and two children were talking, the doors of the cathedral in front of them opened, and an old, hunched figure, leaning on the papal scepter, slowly walked out.

The Pope himself looks much older.

He stood about a hundred meters away from Yang Ning, trying his best to straighten his back, but his aged body could not do so.

"You've come..."

Yang Ning, holding the two little female ghosts' hands, stared at the Pope without saying a word.

The Pope understood his meaning. The elderly Pope turned his cloudy eyes to look at the two little female ghosts, lowered his head wearing the papal crown, and said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry..."

"sorry......"

Faced with the Pope's apology, Beibei frowned and asked Yang Ning, "Chengcheng, I...I..."

"I don't want to tell him it's okay. Although I met Chengcheng because of his daughter, which made me very happy, I still hate his daughter very much."

Meanwhile, the poet on the other side addressed the Pope directly, saying, "No need to apologize, Your Holiness, we will not forgive your daughter!"

Beibei still frowned: "Grandpa Pope? Doesn't it seem more appropriate to call him 'old geezer' right now?"

Suddenly, a strange, sarcastic voice drifted out from the white cloth bag on Yang Ning's body: "That's not appropriate. He should be called an old geezer, an old bastard, an old scumbag, an old maggot whose life is coming to an end."

"Ahem!"

Yang Ning coughed twice and said to the Pope opposite him, "Did you hear that?"

"I'm here today to seek justice for these two little ghost girls and the other girls who were killed by Elisa. I know you won't just stand by and watch Elisa fall into my hands, so use whatever means you have, or you'll miss your chance."

The Pope's face trembled violently, the wrinkles layered upon wrinkles on his face. He looked at Yang Ning and saw a pair of calm, clear eyes.

when!

With a loud thud, the Pope slammed his papal scepter down, and then...

The Vatican leader, who has two billion followers worldwide, the spokesperson for God on earth, and the most powerful elder in the world, knelt before the white-clad youth in front of him.

He knelt down on both knees in front of Yang Ning.

boom!

The Pope's head slammed against the ground, and his aged voice, carried by the breeze of the Papacy, reached Yang Ning's ears: "I beg you, allow me to die in place of my daughter Elisa. I will grant you any request."

Yang Ning frowned slightly, paused for two seconds, and replied, "Sorry, no."

The Pope's aged body, kneeling on the ground, trembled violently, and then—bang!

He kowtowed to Yang Ning again, his blood staining the floor beneath his head.

"In my entire life, I have never knelt before anyone except the Supreme God. Please grant me permission—"

This time, Yang Ning's brows relaxed. Before the Pope could finish speaking, he refused him: "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, your self-proclaimed nobility of never kneeling before anyone except the Supreme God is worthless to me."

After saying that, Yang Ning added two more words: "No."

The Pope trembled even more violently, his aged face filled with resentment, bang!

This time, a faint sound of bones cracking came from where the Pope's head touched the ground.

"Please, I, Paul Tyrell, beg you, please..."

This time, Yang Ning refused even more decisively: "No."

Yang Ning's three "no"s were like a powerful iron hammer, shattering the Pope's last hope.

This time, the Pope stopped trembling. His whole body stiffened, and he lay there blankly on the ground, tears streaming down his blood-stained, wrinkled face: "Why...?"

Why...?

"Do you really want this world to be destroyed?"

"Yes, I understand, I understand..."

The aged pope suddenly roared, "I understand!!"

He raised his face, streaked with blood and tears, and held up a round metal instrument in his hand, shouting hoarsely at Yang Ning, "From the moment you brought that doctor into this world, you never intended to let this world go!"

"You harbor resentment towards this world because of what happened to you in your childhood, and you want to destroy it!"

"You want to kill everyone in the world!"

Yang Ning waited quietly for the Pope to finish speaking, then said softly, "It was indeed I who brought the Doctor here."

"But in fact, many things were destined much earlier."

"From the moment my master successfully slew that hairless, ugly rabbit, the Doctor was destined to come into this world, because he was chasing that incredibly ugly rabbit."

"Although there was a slight mishap during the chase, the doctor's abilities will quickly make up for it, and he will eventually find the rabbit's location. I just asked him to come a little earlier and treated him to an ice cream."

"You were originally an old friend of my master, possessed the secret techniques of the Spirit Gate, then obtained the mind-power weapon from the Doctor, and then obtained the Academy's array diagram from the remnants of the Academy, ultimately creating this thing in your hands. All of this was actually destined by fate."

As he spoke, Yang Ning laughed. He looked up at the sky above the Holy See's divine kingdom and said wistfully, "Your Holiness, I am playing chess with the gods. You and all living beings are merely pawns."

"How can a chess piece possibly control the course of the game?"

"So, do you understand what I mean? Your Holiness, that thing you have is bound to appear."

"And you will definitely use it."

"Now, Your Holiness, make your move. I'm waiting."

The Pope's breathing became more and more violent, and he roared at Yang Ning with his most threatening fury, like an old beast!

"Go to hell!"

Click!

The Pope pressed the button on the metal instrument in his hand!

The next second—

Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding!!

The sound of the mechanical program starting up echoed in the minds of everyone around the world!

At this moment, the global awakening system is activated!