Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

In Zhongzhou, Yang Ning returned to his small shop.

As soon as I entered, ding-a-ling—

The long-lost sound of the wind chimes rang incessantly.

Three dead souls stood beneath the wind chimes.

A young man, about thirty years old, had a huge, bloody hole in his head.

An elderly woman in her fifties or sixties, whose head was still in good condition, but whose body was flattened like a sheet, covered in blood, mud, and bone fragments, with tire tracks still visible on her body.

A girl around twenty years old was found with her entire body torn apart, revealing her skeleton and the flesh hanging from it. It was likely caused by a fall from a great height.

These three people all looked like they died in increasingly gruesome ways.

Yang Ning waved her hand and said, "Grandma, Miss, you two don't have any resentment or obsession. It's a bit tragic, but you can't blame anyone else. Just let it go."

The young woman looked at Yang Ning with teary eyes, "Master, I... I regret it. I don't want to end it all. I'm only twenty-one years old. Do you think... do you think I still have a chance to come back to life?"

Yang Ning shook his head and said, "Your family is quite efficient. The body has already been cremated. There's no chance now. Cherish your next life."

The young woman lowered her head in disappointment, gradually turning into a blurry figure.

Yang Ning reached out and waved his hand. A flame suddenly lit up and then went out in an instant, and the young lady disappeared completely.

Next, the old woman among the three dead men put her hands together and said to Yang Ning, "Young master, I want to send a message to my family in a dream, is that alright?"

Yang Ning nodded and said, "No problem, 50,000 per time, how will you pay?"

Mother-in-law: "..."

"Young man, how can I pay?"

Yang Ning asked doubtfully, "Just pay however you want. As long as you have the money, tell me your payment method, and I'll take care of the rest. But the 50,000 I mentioned isn't ghost money! It's the kind of money the living use! I don't accept ghost money."

The mother-in-law was shocked. "I... I'm dead, how can I still pay?"

Yang Ning smiled slightly, "There's nothing I can't do, only things you haven't thought of."

"Then, shall we pay by online banking?"

"it is good."

Yang Ning immediately took out a small wooden figure from the white cloth bag leaning against his shoulder, and with a turn of his carving knife in his right hand, he carved the small wooden figure into a human shape in a few strokes!

After wrapping the wooden figure with yellow paper, Yang Ning made a "scooping" motion towards the top of her mother-in-law's head, and then touched it onto the wooden figure!

call!

The yellow paper burst into flames, turning the entire little wooden figure black!

At this moment, Yang Ning put the little wooden figure aside, took out a paper QR code and handed it to the old woman. Pointing to the wind chime, he said to her, "Alright, go and stay in the wind chime for a while. After midnight tonight, you can go home to see your family. Don't forget to pay the fee."

"By the way, you'd better explain this to your family so they don't cause me any trouble."

The mother-in-law said gratefully, "Of course, of course!"

After saying that, she turned into a blur and disappeared into the wind chimes.

Finally, Yang Ning looked at the young man whose head was half gone, and before he could speak, Yang Ning said, "Your obsession is very strong; you can be refined into a spirit child."

"However, I'm not in a good mood because of the passing of a friend today, and your situation is too frustrating for me to hear. Why don't you go and wait in the wind chimes for a while? I'll go out and relax this weekend, and then I'll deal with your matter when I get back, okay?"

"not good!"

The young man with a bloody hole in his head tilted his head and said, "I must protect Fangfang as soon as possible! I must ensure her safety and happiness!"

Yang Ning paused for a moment, then said, "You know she killed you, right?"

The young man nodded: "So what? I love her!"

Yang Ning continued, "You know that she's currently in the house your parents paid the down payment for, and you're paying the monthly mortgage yourself, and she's having affairs with other men, right?"

The young man nodded again, "So what? I love her!"

Yang Ning asked again, "You know she's still using your name to swindle money from your parents, right? Your parents are honest, hardworking farmers; it's not easy for them to earn money for their retirement!"

The young man nodded again. "So what? I love her! What are you trying to say?"

Yang Ning took a deep breath and said, "Brother, since you love her so much, and you're dead, then... why don't you bring her down to keep you company?"

In an instant, Yang Ning's words struck the young man's already completely cold heart like lightning!

"Once you leave, no other man in this world is good enough for her!"

"If you don't believe me, go back tonight and see for yourself. That other man is working himself to the bone like an ox, but your girlfriend isn't satisfied at all and looks at you with disgust. Can you bear to see her like that?"

"After you left, the person you loved most was left all alone, unable to even meet her basic needs. Do you think she's suffering?"

Yang Ning slowly circled the young man, speaking as he went. His voice sounded gentle, but his tone was icy cold, like a ghost whispering from the underworld!

"Think about it again. What gives that man the right to live in your house, spend your and your parents' money, and lecture the woman you love most?"

"The problem is he's not good enough yet..."

"Think about it, your beloved smashed a spike in your head, and all you got in return was this piece of trash? I think she must have been blinded by this man!"

"Of course, we can't hate the one we love most, but we can hate that man!"

"That man, he stole everything from you with his schemes and tricks, he blinded the eyes of your beloved, yet he couldn't even take good care of her!"

"Come on, tell me, do you hate it?!"

As Yang Ning spoke, the young man began to grit his teeth uncontrollably, and his eyes, which were originally filled with disappointment and sorrow in love, gradually became filled with a fiery fighting spirit!

The fighting spirit in a ghost is resentment.

Once this thing is produced, it will burn like wildfire!

The more resentful one's death is in life, the stronger their resentment will be!

Previously, the young man's resentment was suppressed by his obsession, but now, Yang Ning has stirred up his resentment!

Seeing the emotional shifts on the young man's lifeless face, Yang Ning turned to the other side and asked, "Zhang Wen, where's your knife?"

A figure appeared, covered in blood in a red robe, and said in a low voice, "The airport is with Tiger."

Yang Ning closed his eyes and raised his head slightly. The next second, a blood-stained boning knife suddenly appeared out of thin air in Zhang Wen's hand!

Even Zhang Wen, who was dressed in red and carrying a knife, was stunned!

Yang Ning reached out her hand, and Zhang Wen immediately handed over the dripping boning knife with both hands!

He turned to look at the trembling young man beside him, held the dripping boning knife in front of him, and said in a cool yet gentle tone, "Go..."

"This is a knife used by a vengeful ghost, and it's stained with resentment."

"The stronger the resentment, the sharper the knife."

"Go..."

"Bury your damned love, don't let the one you love most be left alone in this world."

"Go..."

"Only you are worthy of her. You love her so much, let her come down and stay with you."

......

A group of kids watched as Yang Ning whispered in the young man's ear as if reciting poetry, and they all said, "Here it comes again! Here it comes again!"

"Chengcheng's at it again! Do you guys think we can make that wimp wear red this time?!"

"Definitely! Chengcheng hasn't failed since she successfully created her first red-clothed figure!"

"Come on! With your cunning ways, I, Sun Dapang, am betting on Chengcheng and I won't fail!"

"I bet I can use my eyes for a day, and Chengcheng will succeed!"

"I...I...I'll use my hands!"

"I'll take your heart!"

"I'm betting on my pride! Chengcheng is invincible!"

"I...I...I have small patches all over my body. I'll use hair clips. I don't think Chengcheng will mess it up!"

Well, after a bunch of kids played, not one of them bet on Yang Ning losing.

There were five others in the corner who hadn't participated: Mingming and her four friends.

The four friends sat hand in hand behind Mingming, who was holding a notebook and staring intently at Yang Ning.

Suddenly, she opened her hand, and the notebook opened automatically.

A line of blood-red words appeared above: "I'm unhappy. Someone wearing red is going to come out and share their feelings with me again."

Before this line, the notebook was filled with lines of blood-red text—

I'm unhappy because he didn't look at me today.

He's unhappy because a female ghost has appeared in his life, and she's terrible at it, only dragging him down.

I'm unhappy; those kids are a bit annoying.

I'm unhappy. I suddenly realized that I like him, not the group of friends I used to have.

I'm so happy, he came to see me today.

He's unhappy; he didn't eat much today.

I'm happy because he's happy today too.

I'm so happy, the old man is dead. From now on, I'm the only one in the world who truly loved him.

......

In a coffee shop in Binhai City.

Cao Mingliang, wearing a leather jacket and sunglasses, was waiting for Liu Xiao.

He stared blankly at the bustling streets outside.

Just then, a line from an unknown movie playing on the TV in the coffee shop came over the loudspeaker—

Life can be reduced to a simple choice: either be busy living or be busy dying.

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