Strange Spiritualist: My doll can really manifest

Chapter 186

At twelve o'clock, the night was thick.

During the day, the crowd of onlookers for the hearse has dispersed.

But the police officers of Shinsato City still guarded the scene and did not leave an inch.

Just after twelve o'clock, three bald monks dressed in red monks appeared in neat steps.

The police officers guarding the scene seemed to have been ordered, and as soon as the three red-clad monks appeared, all the police officers turned around one after another.

Three monks stood in front of them with one hand and gestured to the police officers.

Then he bowed solemnly to the pile of ashes that had been cleaned up.

The face of each monk was extremely solemn.

Then, the three red-clad monks hurried to the ashes and rummaged very carefully inside.

Even after several hours, the temperature of the ash pile has not yet gone down and it is still hot.

But as if they could not feel it, the three monks were serious and meticulous, as if they were panning for gold in the sand.

Finally, a monk's face suddenly showed a look of surprise, and he reached out and took out a piece of white paper that had been burned to the point of only a fragment from the ashes!

His face was full of ecstasy, and he shouted excitedly: "Found it!

"I found it!"

Xia Guo, Zhongzhou Yundu Road.

Yang Ning looked at the small piece of paper that had been burned to the point of being burned on his hand and smiled slightly.

Then yawned.

It's as if he has no interest or indifference to anything.

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The next morning, seven o'clock.

Yang Ning boarded a flight to Mingyue City.

His behavior seems to be just a personal act, but in fact, secretly, many people sweat because of his behavior.

Everyone in the Special Administration is wondering.

This has just killed forty or so people in the celestial phenomenon, or is it the kind of global live broadcast, and now this eldest brother who doesn't even dare to mention his name has moved again?

Ten o'clock in the morning.

Yang Ning holds a bouquet of flowers in front of the former Xiangli Hotel, now converted into a shopping mall and commercial condominium.

Looking at the modern shopping mall building in front of him, Yang Ning showed a heartfelt smile on his face.

At this time, on the LED screen on the façade of the building, a dancing red cartoonist suddenly stuck out his tongue at Yang Ning.

Yang Ning said with a smile: "Well, overnight, I took everyone from the mirror to thousands of miles, little bald head, you have become powerful again!" This

time, the red cartoonman twisted his ass.

Yang Ning: "Well, I see that this time, you are very likely to beat me in the mirror world." "

Snap!

The building's LED screen went dark and the power went off.

Seeing this, Yang Ning smiled happily, walked into the mall, turned the elevator cabin, took the stairs, and went up to the twenty-fourth floor.

The door to the fourth floor has been sealed, and a seal is attached to it.

At this time, in front of the door of this floor, there are a lot of flowers, links, and some sacrifices.

Yesterday was the 10th anniversary of the fire at the Shangli Hotel.

Even after ten years, many people don't remember the fire.

But many still remember it.

There are still people who remember them.

Putting down the flowers in his hand, Yang Ning bowed slightly to the sealed door in front of him.

Click!

The door with the seal opened automatically, and Yang Ning stepped in.

This floor still maintains the appearance after being burned by fire, and at this moment, there are many "people" like coke standing in the corridor.

There are the "people" of the Santa Group, and there are the "people" who died in the fire that broke out here ten years ago.

Among them was a small blood-red figure.

Sticking a lit green incense on the floor and looking at these "people", Yang Ning said: "If everyone has no last wishes, then, disperse, right?"

The burned ghost figures bowed to Yang Ning one after another to express their gratitude, and then became thin and dissipated into green smoke.

Even the ghosts of everyone in the Santa Group expressed their gratitude to Yang Ning.

Because at the last moment of his life, Yang Ning did not let these people feel pain.

They have killed people but are not masterminds, they can pay for their lives, there is no need to accept torture.

Except, of course, the group of shivering Lorraine in the corner.

He will become the eighth lamp in front of Yang Ning's desk.

In fact, strictly speaking, Lorraine is also not qualified, but it doesn't matter, Yang Ning is willing to promote him out of the ordinary.

When he saw Yang Ning, Lorraine, who had become a charred ghost, showed an incomparably strong resentment in his eyes!

Yang Ning smiled, "Mr. Lorraine, I like your unruly appearance."

After saying that, he stretched out his hand, and Lorraine turned into a cloud of black smoke wrapped around his fingers.

Finally, the little bald Wu Di led a coke man to Yang Ning.

Yang Ning said to the coke man, "Don't worry." The

coke man knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Yang Ning three times before gradually dissipating.

After dealing with all this, Yang Ning stayed in Mingyue City for half a day and booked a ticket back to Zhongzhou for the evening.

When I returned to the store, it was dark again.

Looking at the eighth soul lamp lit up in front of his desk, Yang Ning felt an infinite sense of satisfaction appear on his face.

He stirred the flame of the candle with his hand, and the light and shadow of the fire were faint, and Lorraine's infinitely resentful face could be seen in it.

Yang Ning smiled and said, "Come, Mr. Lorraine, let's make a

bet, just bet..." "Well, just bet on whether your holy monk master will save you?"

Between the lights, Lorraine's expression suddenly became frightened!

But Yang Ning ignored this and continued: "If, I mean if, that Celestial Saint Monk is willing to save you..."

The flame on the wick, Yang Ning played with it for an hour before putting it back in front of the desk.

As soon as there was no soul lamp to play, Yang Ning immediately yawned.

On the side, Shiwen, whose whole body was shattered, held his little head, blinking his eyes and asking: "Orange, since you came here, you seem to have been sleepy."

Yang Ning yawned again and did not speak.

He looked at the eight soul lamps in front of his desk and thought, when will the ninth come ah?

On the side, the little turtle crawled over with his hands and feet, and said with a smile: "Orange Orange will be sleepy, because Orange Orange has no other toys to play with except candles!" Saying

that, he held two broken hands with his broken arm and handed it to Yang Ning, "Orange, play for you!"

On the side, Chen Yamei handed over her cute little head in a learned manner, "Orange, play for you!" On

the other side, Summer reached out to dig the heart in his chest, and Sun Dafat, who he hadn't seen for a few days, was still throwing his big intestine.

Hong Hong stared at her flushed hands, and her pupils began to grope her eyes....

Yang Ning: "Stop!" All

the imps stopped.

He yawned again, feeling a little hungry.

Looking at the little ghosts in front of him, Yang Ning said with some dissatisfaction: "You are also not small, all of you are one or twenty years old, so no one can cook?" "

How unhealthy is it to eat takeout when you are hungry this night?"

The silent pupils blinked at his scarlet ghost eyes and said, "How about calling the Special Administration Bureau?" Let them deliver?

Another stuffy jar who was also silent was red, moving his red bloody hands with disdain: "You don't know anything about the Special Management Bureau, they manage special affairs and are not responsible for delivering food."

Pupil shook his head: "No, no one knows the Special Administration Bureau better than me.

"Although they are not responsible for food delivery, they can be responsible for the delivery of oranges."

Sun Da Fat flicked his intestines and asked, "Orange, or should I give you the whole point?" Original taste, keep fresh!

Yang Ning: "??? "

The next second, crackle!

The store suddenly lit up with a blue arc!

At this time, the large intestine in Sun Dafat's hand can really be eaten.

At this time, Ming Ming, who was holding the diary, floated over and said to Yang Ning: "Shall I kill a cook for you and let him cook every day?"

Yang Ning glanced at her and said, "That place in the corner of the wall has good feng shui, or is it more suitable for you." Clearly

: "?!

Her eyes were bloody and teary, and she said with great emotion: "I know that you care about me, and today, I will kill you who can cook for anything."

Saying that, she spread her hands, and the notebook that seemed to have been integrated with her automatically opened it.

One horizontal and one vertical, one skimm, and a small blood-red "wood" character quickly took shape!

Syllable!

Yang Ning pressed her notebook and said, "This person will come by himself after a while, so don't bother." "

Dang, dang, dang!

At this time, the door of the small shop rang, and there was a knock on the door.

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