Strange Spiritualist: My doll can really manifest

Syllable!

A wet puffy corpse came out of the cabinet, looked at the dark hall with some panic, and slowly walked forward.

After this corpse left, soon the second cabinet opened, and a pale corpse jumped out of it, staggering forward step by step.

The third, the fourth, the fifth....

Soon, one corpse after another appeared from the cabinet in the hall, followed by the corpses that left in front of them, and walked down the stairs on the east side of this floor to the next floor.

The last corpse that left walked a little slower, and before leaving, it glanced into the empty hall, and the cold corpse suddenly snorted, and then accelerated away.

After all the corpses had left, Yang

Ning appeared from the darkness with an iron chain, "Woo, woo, woo! "

At the other end of the chain, there was a tall corpse.

But at this moment, the corpse, which was obviously much taller than Yang Ning, could only kneel on the ground and crawl forward little by little with Yang Ning's steps.

It constantly let out a low roar in its mouth, dripping an unknown liquid with a pungent taste all over its body.

Yang Ning looked around, walked to a dusty chair, and said softly, "What about my wind?" "

Phew -

there was a sudden surge of air in the enclosed underground space, and the chair that was originally covered with dust became spotless in the next second.

Pulling a chain in his hand and dragging the tall corpse in front of him, Yang Ning sat down on the chair, looked at the corpse kneeling on the ground in front of him and smiled: "I have a breeze, but I can wash my body full of dust." "

Dang!

He pulled the iron chain hard, pulled the corpse closer to him, looked at the corpse face that had been soaked with blurred features, smelled the trace of rancid smell and expired and deteriorated formalin smell from its body, Yang Ning smiled and asked: "You either?"

"Woohoo, woohoo!"

The corpse struggled to retreat as if it was terrified, but -

dang!

The iron chain tied around its neck tightened sharply, and Yang Ning pulled it in front of him again, and said with a smile: "As a disciple of the Spirit Sect, the most disgusting thing for me is the rotten corpse of you, in contrast, I prefer your souls that wander around after being freed from physical confinement.

"But I'm a very kind person, and I never take the initiative to hurt others."

"Provided that the person doesn't hurt me."

"For example, if I ask you a question now and you don't answer me, then I will be very sad, and from a clinical point of view, when people are sad, it will affect their own health."

"So, you're hurting me."

"Then don't blame me for hurting you, understand?"

The corpse chained by the e-chains® nodded frantically, almost shaking the neck that was about to rot.

Yang Ning only then loosened the iron chain slightly, and he pointed to his feet and asked: "Tell me, you guys are so hi every night?" The

corpse nodded frantically, and the expired formalin solution on its body splashed around, but it did not splash towards Yang Ning.

Yang Ning asked again, "Did you imprison a few living people below?" The

corpse nodded frantically.

Dang!

Yang Ning jerked the chain and laughed viciously: "Good guys, you guys are bold enough, the dead are not enough for you to play, start looking for living people to play?!"

"Woooo

The corpse cried out in pain and began to tremble wildly, shaking his head and waving his hand, seemingly for fear that Yang Ning would misunderstand!

Yang Ning was also confused when he saw this, he had the ability to seduce souls, turn souls into ghosts, and refine red clothes and do everything, a soul he Yang Ning can play a hundred tricks!

But there is no way to talk to this dead man's body!

Thinking of this, Yang Ning stared at the corpse in front of him and asked: "That, in order to facilitate our communication, or else, I raised you, right?" The

corpse froze suddenly, those pale and cloudy eyes seemed to have a little more divine light, and a pair of palms that were about to rot came together, constantly pleading with Yang Ning!

Yang Ning stared at the whole body of the corpse a few times, and pouted: "Gee, look at your smelly body, how unhygienic?" You don't want to change to a clean torso, you can usually take a shower and eat something? The

corpse was stunned!

In particular, after so many years of living as a corpse, it is the first time that it has heard that dead people can still bathe and eat?!

Yang Ning looked at the sluggish appearance of the corpse and said decisively: "Well, it seems that you are moved, then I will decide for you!"

After that, the expression on his face changed slightly, and he said softly: "Flame! "

Boom—

bright red flames suddenly rose from the corpse, and in just a few seconds, the king completely burned it to ashes!

"Well, in addition to peach blossoms, thunderbolts, and fresh winds, I still have flames on me."

Yang Ning reached out and grabbed the ashes scattered in front of him, and sprinkled them forcefully, causing them to dissipate completely.

Then he took out a paper lamp from the cloth bag he was carrying on his shoulder and lit it in front of him, compared a few handprints with his hands, reached out and flicked the flame on the paper lamp, and a black gas suddenly wrapped around the paper lamp!

Yang Ning stared at the black qi and asked, "What body do you want?" Ceramic? Strawy? Cloth? Leather?

"If you are willing, I can refine you into a fierce spirit, and have the opportunity to be invited back to worship by those who commit great evil?"

The black qi beat around the flames.

Yang Ning's brows frowned slightly: "You are, how did you come up with that kind of material?" It's not impossible, but..." The

black qi beat again.

Yang Ning: "..." The

smile on his face stopped at this moment.

This young man, who smiled even when playing thriller games with Zhang Wen and Su Hu, was crushed by the black qi in front of him at this moment.

The black qi beat one after another.

Yang Ning suppressed his anger and said word by word: "First of all, I don't sell love supplies.

"Secondly, I am a séance, a descendant of the Eight Classics, although we are not a famous orthodox sect like Buddhism and Daomen, but we also have a bottom line."

"I can't refine a dead person's soul into a simulated love object and then sell it to others to use."

"Understand?"

The last three words "understand", Yang Ning almost gritted his teeth and said it!

The black qi suddenly withered, and Yang Ning's face was frosty.

"Forget it, I'll help you choose when you go back, what's your name?"

"Big head? Well, this nickname is good, in the future you will be called a big head. Lifting

the paper lamp, Yang Ning walked towards the east staircase on this floor.

When he arrived at the staircase, he put the paper lamp aside and went down to the minus second floor by himself.

The layout of this floor is similar to the above, except that there are more water stains on the ground, and the pungent smell in the air is a little stronger, and there are no corpses.

Yang Ning continued down, and he reached the third underground floor.

The ground is covered with unknown liquid, one foot down can spread over the heel, the expired and deteriorated formalin smell chokes people almost to tears, and there seem to be rotten and smelly figures jumping and jumping in the darkness where five fingers are not visible -

according to Liu Chao before, this negative three floors are the real morgue.

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