Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

In the darkness, on a rugged mountain path, an old man led several young people up the mountain, using flashlights.

The young men said in their dialect, "Uncle, please don't be angry. Things are tense lately. Zhang Long, who used to associate with us, suddenly got into trouble. Now we can't buy offerings even with money!"

"Zhang Long is in trouble, what about his father?"

"Gouwa, didn't you see the news? His dad, Zhang Hui, got into trouble in Caiyun too. It's really weird!"

"That scoundrel! He raises our prices every year, serves him right for getting into trouble!"

"Uncle Naolin, how about—"

Suddenly, the old man at the front of the group turned around and looked at the young man behind him who had just called him "Uncle Zhilin".

Although his face was covered in wrinkles, his eyes revealed a sinister glint, and a bloodstained sickle hung at his waist. So when he turned around, the young men behind him all trembled and stopped in their tracks.

"Didn't your parents teach you not to call people by their names when walking on this road at night?"

"Unless that person runs right up to you, don't answer if they call your name or tap you on the shoulder! I'm not lecturing you, I'm teaching you how to save your life!"

The young man immediately lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry! I didn't remember for a moment!"

The old man stared at the young man with a fierce look for a long time, until the young man trembled all over before he stopped.

He turned to the others and said, "There are only about ten households left in the village now. You're all young men from the village. Now that the Zhang family has had an accident, you can't even find offerings?"

As he spoke, the old man shone the light from his flashlight across the faces of the young people one by one. Everyone whose face was illuminated lowered their heads and dared not utter a word!

The old man said coldly, "I'm telling you, for three years now, our Qianzhi Village's village sacrifices have been done with fake things. This time, we must use the real thing!"

"You know exactly what kind of life you've led these past three years!"

"Wouldn't you like the life you had three years ago? Women practically offered themselves up, gold nuggets dug right from the ground!"

"Now? Forget about women, even a stray dog ​​running past the village entrance is a male! I even think Er Gou's sow is pretty now!"

"If I want to go back to the old days, if I can't buy offerings, I'll just steal, cheat, and rob!"

That's just how the world is; nothing comes for free! We have to work hard for everything ourselves!

"If the village can't produce a sacrifice in three days, I'll just pick one of you to be the sacrifice!"

After saying that, the old man turned around and walked back to the front of the group. Behind him, the young men lowered their heads and trembled, not daring to utter a sound.

The group hadn't gone far when suddenly, a shout rang out from the thick darkness behind them: "Uncle! Uncle Zhilin!"

The old man seemed not to hear and walked straight ahead, as did the young men behind him.

Light footsteps sounded from behind the group. "Uncle Naolin! Good news!"

"Judging from that voice, it sounds like Naoki?"

The young people paused briefly, but seeing that the old man was still walking forward with his head down, they had no choice but to continue following.

Soon, the footsteps coming from the darkness behind grew closer and closer. "Wait for me! Naoki, Naoya!"

The youngest-looking member of the group instinctively wanted to turn around, but then, he was told, "Don't turn around!"

A fierce and cold shout rang out from the front of the group, almost scaring the young man out of his wits!

"Yes, yes!"

The young man said in a trembling voice, then lowered his head and walked forward silently.

The group quickened their pace and walked for a while longer, and the footsteps behind them also quickened.

Finally, after a short while, the footsteps sounded like they had reached the last person in the group.

"Snapped!"

Naohashi felt a sudden weight on his shoulder. "Naohashi! Why are you ignoring me?!"

The young man named Zhiqiao remembered the old man's words, and walked forward without looking back or responding.

Then, he saw a dark figure, seemingly carrying something, dart past him and slap him on the shoulder with a "thud." "Zhiyang!"

Zhiyang didn't respond or turn around, but kept his head down and walked forward.

The dark figure continued forward, patting each person on the shoulder and calling out their names along the way.

At this point, these people were certain that the dark figure was suspicious.

In the darkness, the figure's features were obscured, but it sounded somewhat like Naoki, a young man from the same village. However, if it really was Naoki...

How could he do something so taboo in the village on this mountain road?

Thinking about it this way, the young men all began to tremble.

At that moment, the dark figure ran to the front of the line and slapped the old man on the shoulder!

"Uncle Zhilin, I've found the sacrificial offering!"

As the familiar voice rang out, it was followed by a frightened child's voice: "W-Where is this?"

Upon hearing the voice, the old man trembled. "Where...where are you?!"

He immediately turned around!

Suddenly, the old man saw a young man from his village holding a small boy and looking at him!

The old man immediately laughed, "Hahaha! Zhiying? You did a great job this time!"

Only then did the young men look up at the dark figure and see that it was indeed a young man from their village.

However, the man's expression seemed rather unpleasant. He handed the little boy he was holding to the old man, saying, "Uncle, here you go!"

"I need to go down the mountain first!"

The old man frowned and said, "We're almost at the village entrance. What's the matter?"

"The mountain road is too narrow for the car to get up; my parents are still waiting for me at the bottom of the mountain!"

"The village festival three days later?"

"Uncle, don't worry! Our whole family will definitely come to the village festival! Just don't turn us away!"

"What are you saying?! How could that be?!"

"Alright! Uncle, I'll take my leave now. See you in a few days!"

"Yeah, see you in a few days!"

"Uncle..."

"Hmm? What are you trying to say?"

"It's nothing, see you in a few days!"

After saying that, the man turned and ran into the mountain path behind him, which was shrouded in the thick darkness of night, and soon disappeared from sight.

The old man holding the boy frowned as he looked at the dark mountain path and said, "They didn't even take a flashlight. It's pitch black. What if they run into the ditch?"

After saying that, he looked at the little boy he was holding, "Little guy, hehe..."

The boy grinned at him, as if he were looking at something very new and interesting.

ding ding ding-

Just then, the old man's phone rang.

But the old man didn't take it; he couldn't bear to part with the offerings he was holding.

The phone rang for a long time before the old man impatiently picked up the phone while still holding the boy in one arm.

"Feed? Who are you?"

"Hello, this is the Municipal Traffic Police Department. Are you Zhilin, the village head of Qianzhi Village?"

What's up?

"Here's the thing, about two hours ago, a man named Zhiying from your village had a car accident on the highway at the foot of the mountain."

"Unfortunately, his condition was quite severe, and there was no point in trying to save him. However, his parents have already been taken to the emergency room. There was also a little boy in the car who was only slightly shaken and was not injured."

Snapped!

The signal suddenly cut off at this point.

The night breeze blew by, and the old man still heard Zhiying's words from just moments before.

"The mountain road is too narrow for the car to get up; my parents are still waiting for me at the bottom of the mountain!"

"Uncle, don't worry! Our whole family will definitely come to the village festival! Just don't turn us away!"

"Alright! Uncle, I'll take my leave now. See you in a few days!"

Suddenly, the old man felt a chill all over his body.

No, it wasn't that he himself was cold, but rather that the child he was holding was cold all over.

Immediately afterwards, a child's voice, carrying a cold, putrid stench, rang out from his arms—

"Hehe! Hello, grandpa?"

......

At the foot of the mountain, beside the highway, lies the scene of a car accident.

A traffic police officer looked at his phone in confusion and muttered, "What the hell is this signal?"

He tried calling back, but the call wouldn't go through.

Poor signal is common in the mountains.

After saying that, he turned to a little boy behind him with big eyes and a face full of snot and tears, and asked with concern, "Little friend, are you sure the people on this bus aren't related to you?"

The boy nodded, choking back tears, and said, "I...I don't know them. They said they'd take me to see the goldfish, and they drove off for a long time before...then they got hit by a big truck!"

......

On the mountain.

Just as the old man answered the phone, a pale, ghostly hand covered in lividity and stained with blood appeared behind them!

The ghostly hand trembled as it held a lit incense stick and stuck it into a rock in the middle of the mountain path.

Suddenly, all communication signals across the mountain disappeared.

From this moment on, the small mountain village deep in the mountains ahead is cut off from the world.

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