Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

The Central Plains were very peaceful that night.

Beneath the calm surface lies a touch of warmth.

A young man who got up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night saw his mother, who had died in a car accident, sitting in the living room playing on her phone.

The mother and son exchanged a glance. The mother, covered in blood, grinned. "Son, I still haven't told you the PINs for a few bank cards. I'm not leaving this world willingly..."

The son was so moved that tears streamed down his face. "Mom, let's talk this out!"

"Okay, Mom has written down the PINs for all your bank cards in your phone's notes app. Oh, and Mom is also transferring 50,000 yuan. That's for your dream-related ritual. Don't do anything stupid and go find that kind of fortune teller! Otherwise, I'll give you a good scolding when I get back!"

Seeing his mother covered in blood and bearing two tire tracks, the son hurriedly waved his hand and said, "I won't go! Absolutely not! Mom, go in peace!"

"From now on, during every festival, your son will definitely give you a certain amount of paper money!"

"Okay, go back to sleep! Take good care of yourself now that Mommy's not around anymore!"

"mom......"

The son, still asleep, was deeply moved.

It wasn't until he woke up the next day that he discovered several bank card passwords were indeed left in the notes on his mother's phone, who had passed away a few days earlier. There was also a text message indicating that 50,000 yuan had been transferred out, and the time was after midnight the previous night.

In an instant, the young son felt a chill run down his spine.

He immediately scrambled to his mother's portrait in the living room, knelt down there, and remained kneeling for a long time.

Besides this son, last night, there was also a woman who had just murdered her boyfriend, who was having intimate conversations with other men in her boyfriend's house late at night.

Halfway through their conversation, the woman suddenly noticed that the wardrobe door next to her bed, where she was rolling around, was ajar, and inside seemed to be a bloodshot eyeball hidden in the darkness.

The woman was immediately startled. "Da Long, where did you hide the body?!"

"In the bathroom, what's wrong?"

"What's in that cabinet?"

"Hmm? What could there be there?"

As he spoke, the man turned his head and yanked open the cabinet door—

He couldn't urinate for a moment, but he could urinate in just a second or two.

Inside the cabinet stood a young man with a deathly pale face and a bloody hole in his head from which blood was constantly flowing.

The woman, her face contorted with fear and rage, shouted, "When...when did you move the body here?!"

"Are you crazy to put this here?! Isn't it scary in the middle of the night?!"

The man stammered, "Are you...are you sure it wasn't you who moved in?"

The woman slapped the man on the head. "Your thing isn't working properly, and your brain isn't working properly either? Do you think I can lift you?!"

The man remained silent, but his body trembled even more violently.

The woman complained, "What do you mean? You can't last long, and you can get back up after a couple of shudders? If it were that effective, those blue pill sellers would have gone out of business long ago!"

The moment the woman uttered those words, the man's expression turned even more terrified!

Because he saw the "corpse" in the cabinet move.

"Fangfang, I think the master is right."

The man bit his hand in terror, and the woman slapped him, her face flushed with embarrassment: "Oh, how come you've started calling someone Fangfang like that idiot?"

The "corpse" in the cabinet was trembling violently.

The man was so frightened that tears and snot streamed down his face, and he kept shrinking deeper into the blankets.

"Fangfang, I...I miss you. Can you come with me?"

The woman looked displeased. "Go with you? Where to? Where are we going to find another free house? Do you really think there are that many idiots in the world?!"

After saying that, the woman kicked the man, yelling, "Get lost! I'm going to the bathroom!"

As she got out of bed, the woman glanced into the closet and saw that the "corpse" inside was also staring straight at her, making her feel uneasy.

"Wang Dalong! Carry the corpse out of here! It's terrifying me!"

The woman hurriedly left the bedroom. As soon as she left, the man on the bed immediately knelt down before the "corpse" in the closet, clasping his hands in front of him and repeatedly kowtowing, saying, "Spare me, spare me!"

"She's the one who made me do it! Every wrong has its perpetrator! Go find her and demand your revenge!"

"It's not my fault! It's really not my fault!"

The man suddenly realized that no matter how he explained, the more he tried to exonerate himself, the angrier the "corpse" in front of him became.

Just as he was about to change his story, the corpse in the cabinet raised its hands, and a dripping boning knife appeared above the man's head—

"ah--"

Blood splattered all over the cabinet.

Standing at the bathroom door, the woman, hearing the screams coming from the bedroom behind her, snapped, "What are you yelling about?! Are you seeing a ghost?!"

After saying that, she looked at the bathroom door in front of her and whispered, "It's better to move. At least I won't be so scared to go to the toilet."

Click!

The woman opened the bathroom door, walked to the toilet, and behind a glass sliding door was the bathtub.

As if possessed, the woman stepped forward and pulled on the glass sliding door.

Inside, a blood-soaked corpse lay quietly.

The woman's eyes widened. The corpse was here, so what was that in the bedroom closet?

As if realizing something, the woman began to tremble uncontrollably, covered her mouth with her hands, and felt weak in her legs, wanting to sit on the ground.

At that moment, a soft voice came from behind the woman: "Fangfang, I think the master is right."

"In this world, only I am worthy of you."

The woman turned her head slightly, looking behind her through the reflection in the bathroom's sliding glass door.

Those were eyes that used to look at me with doting and loving eyes, but now, those eyes were filled with bloodshot veins that seemed about to burst, like a vengeful ghost raising a bloodstained boning knife at me.

No, that was a vengeful ghost.

Swah——

The boning knife plunged down hard from the woman's head, just as she had instructed the man to smash the iron spike into the head of the corpse in the bathtub in front of them.

......

No. 24 Yundu Road, Yang Ning's Shop.

The wind chimes tinkled and jingled at night.

Inside the shop, several round, thick candles were lit in front of the long floor-standing desk. If you looked closely, you could see that the flames on each candle were hissing and emitting black smoke.

Yang Ning smiled slightly, blew a breath at the candles, and immediately the flames burned brighter and brighter, and screams of extreme agony echoed from inside the shop!

In the light of the burning first candle, an old man with a full head of white hair, looking like a madman, screamed in agony, each scream more piercing than the last!

In the candlelight of the second candle, Zhang Hui, heartbroken and in unbearable pain, let out a terrified scream filled with sorrow and despair that sent chills down the spine of anyone who heard it!

The third candle illuminated Liu Chao's pale face, which had become deathly pale from years of being surrounded by corpses. His screams were filled with fear, but even more so with pain!

The fourth lamp, Bai Chang!

In fact, Bai Chang was not qualified to be ranked alongside the top three, but Yang Ning gave Bai Chang a special favor because he thought about what Xia Tian's mother had gone through before her death.

Four soul lamps were lined up in a row, their candlelight flickering dimly!

Yang Ning yawned, finding the screams incredibly pleasant to hear. He said to the little devils around him, "I've been too busy these past few days, my back and waist are aching. You guys come over and give me a massage."

A dozen or so little devils swarmed around, some patting his back, some pinching his legs, some giving him a massage, and some massaging his feet.

Then, Yang Ning said to Hu Yingying, who was standing next to him, "Hey, girl, could you please blow out a few evil spirits to dance and liven things up?"

Hu Yingying, who was kneeling to one side, bowed slightly and then blew a few breaths. Instantly, three graceful and fierce women appeared in Yang Ning's shop!

The wind chimes at the door summon the spirit, while little ghosts massage the body beside you!

The soul lamp flickers eerily, and one can hear the howls of evil spirits!

A cool breeze is blowing, and the sight of the dancing girls is truly captivating!

Yang Ning's life revolves around one thing—

Hell on earth!

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