Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

Yundu Road, diagonally opposite Yang Ning's shop.

In the shadows where the lights couldn't reach, five people who had just come out of the parking lot trembled.

One of them asked in a trembling voice, "You all saw it, right? That shop...?"

"Stop talking. They're all special agents at level two or above. Even without Yin Eyes, they're carrying potions. Who wouldn't notice?"

"A wicked woman guards the door, little ghosts sit in the hall, dozens of fierce spirits and evil ghosts are openly displayed on the shelves, and a red-clad figure stands in the corner..."

"This, this... I understand now why you wouldn't let me take his case at the last bureau meeting."

In the eyes of these people, Yang Ning's small shop, which was emitting a faint light, was simply a living hell.

After a long silence, someone in the group asked in a trembling voice, "Who...who are you planning to send?"

The other four turned to look at the man. "What do you mean, 'we'? Old Xu, I think you're the most suitable one! Does everyone agree?"

The other three nodded in unison.

"Old Xu" firmly stated, "I'm not going! Last year at Longmen in Luocheng, I accidentally killed two innocent ghosts. If I go, I'll be punished!"

"I'm not going either! I'm the most timid and the youngest, so it's not my turn at all. I've already done more than enough by coming with you all!"

"Four grown men aren't going, so you're sending a woman alone? That's not appropriate, is it?"

"I have a Buddhist amulet on me, so it's not appropriate for me to go to this shop."

After the four people finished speaking, they turned to look at the last person, whose legs were shaking violently, and he looked like he might collapse to the ground at any moment.

The youngest among them asked curiously, "Brother Chen, what's wrong with you? Everyone's scared, but no one else is acting like this!"

"Brother Chen's" mouth twitched, unable to speak.

Beside him, "Old Xu" sighed, "Him? He's something else entirely. He accidentally killed a person who was possessed by a ghost—a living, breathing person!"

The group fell silent, unable to choose anyone for a moment.

The woman hesitated, then said, "Our colleagues are still waiting over there..."

Old Xu: "No rush, the person is already cold, it won't make a difference if we wait a little longer."

Everyone: "..."

The tall man with a Buddhist amulet around his neck said irritably, "I told you a long time ago to recruit more new people to our second group, but you didn't listen. Look, now no one's doing this high-risk work, and we have to do it ourselves!"

"Look at Group Three over there, what outstanding newcomers they have!"

The youngest of the group whispered, "So, we're now going to help that promising newcomer... avenge his death?"

The others fell silent.

Finally, the group silently took out their phones and each sent a changing dice emoji to the group chat.

This is a unique decision-making method of the Special Administration Bureau's Second Group: the one who rolls the lowest number on the dice is the lucky one.

And coincidentally, this time, "Brother Chen," who had once accidentally killed someone, rolled an incredibly lucky number: one.

The others patted "Brother Chen" on the shoulder silently and each took a step back.

Brother Chen sniffed, turned around, glanced at his colleagues, and said with tears in his eyes, "Whether I come back alive or not, I will come to find you all every year on this day."

Everyone: "..."

After saying that, Brother Chen turned around and strode towards Yang Ning's shop.

Watching his retreating figure, the remaining four suddenly had a line pop into their minds: "The wind howls, the Yi River is cold..."

As Chen Ge stood at the entrance of Yang Ning's shop, the woman among the four suddenly asked, "What if... what if Chen Ge doesn't come out?"

"What can we do? Let's do it in a grand and glorious way."

"Hold it on a grand scale."

"I'll put on double the funeral money."

"..."

Inside Yang Ning's store.

The wind chimes swayed slightly, but made no sound.

Because Yang Ning was still dozing off with his eyes closed behind the desk.

It wasn't until he opened his eyes that the wind chimes swaying in the night breeze made a clear, ringing sound.

At the shop entrance, Chen Ge, whose legs were trembling, opened his mouth, wanting to ask the shrew kneeling by the door if he could go in, but he couldn't make a sound.

At this moment, Yang Ning, who was sitting behind the desk, smiled and said, "Come in. Don't worry, there's no one else here except me."

Brother Chen glanced at the shrew smiling at him by the door, then bowed and went inside.

He only dared to keep his head down, leaning against the south-facing shelves as he walked forward; as for the north side...

In a different place, he wasn't so afraid of those malevolent dolls.

But at this moment, he didn't even dare to look at those things.

They didn't even dare to glance at it out of the corner of their eye.

Chen Ge stopped and looked down at the carpet in front of Yang Ning's desk. "Um, could you please tell my colleague to come and see you?"

Yang Ning pointed to the paper lamp on the table, "Take this back and put it by his bedside, so the doctor can treat all his wounds according to the standards for a living person."

Chen didn't dare to look up. He glanced at the paper lantern out of the corner of his eye, wanting to go forward and take it, but he felt that he couldn't move his feet at all.

He was sweating profusely with anxiety.

Yang Ning said calmly, "Take off your shoes."

"This carpet is very expensive."

Brother Chen shuddered and stammered, "I... my feet smell bad, I'm afraid the stench will bother you!"

Yang Ning smiled slightly: "Don't worry, it won't smell bad."

Chen Ge dared not say anything more, carefully took off his shoes, stepped onto the carpet, and went to get the paper lantern next to Yang Ning.

At this moment, Yang Ning spoke, uttering only one word: "Wind."

call--

A slightly chilly breeze blew from behind Yang Ning, causing the flames on the candles on the desk to flicker and the clothes on Chen Ge to sway slightly. At the same time, it made the hairs on Chen Ge's body stand on end.

Because Brother Chen discovered two things: first, there was a wall behind Yang Ning, so it was impossible for any wind to blow from that side.

Secondly, right in front of the carpet at his feet, in the flickering candlelight, Brother Chen caught a glimpse of four faces distorted and contorted by torture.

At that moment, Brother Chen felt that every step he took forward, stepping on the carpet, was like stepping on a pot of hot oil that had been poured on and was burning fiercely.

Finally, he got the paper lantern and went back the way he came.

Looking at the white candle inside the paper lantern in his hand, he thought for a moment and asked, "Is it true that the candle in this lantern can't be extinguished?"

Yang Ning seemed to have heard something very funny. He stared at the Special Administration Bureau's Level 2 Special Agent in front of him with great interest and said, "Don't worry, even if you put it out, that candle won't be extinguished."

Brother Chen nodded, chuckling awkwardly, "That's good, that's good. Well, shall I be going now?"

Yang Ning pondered for a moment and said, "Then, why don't we stay for a meal? And see some old friends?"

Chen Ge was already trembling, and upon hearing Yang Ning's words, he staggered and almost fell to the ground. "Yes, yes..."

Yang Ning: "Hmm?"

Can?!

He was a little surprised; he hadn't expected that this seemingly cowardly person would actually have some guts!

Just as Yang Ning was about to make a move, Brother Chen almost cried out, "Can we not see each other?"

Yang Ning: "..."

"The door is behind you. When you leave, take everything with you, including your head, arms, legs, and feet. Don't leave anything behind."

"well!"

After saying that, Brother Chen picked up his lantern and ran away!

As soon as he stepped out of the store, a chilling wind blew behind him again!

Boom, boom!

Two things hit him on the back.

He turned around, his face ashen, and saw that they were his own shoes.

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