Strange Spiritualist: My doll can really manifest

Yang Ning room.

The black shadow shrunk into a ball and coiled at the head of the bed, shivering with the black fat man riding a fish on the table on one side.

Yang Ning lit a candle and stretched out his hand to flick it over the beating flame, the candle flame flickered and flickered, and two black qi condensed in front of him.

Taking out a cute porcelain doll the size of a palm from the white cloth bag on his shoulder, Yang Ning asked one of the black qi: "In the future, you will use this body." Hei

Qi nodded obediently, and then gradually solidified, and a little white female ghost appeared.

Yang Ning stared at her, she also stared at Yang Ning, for a while, a big and a small, one person and one ghost said in unison: "Long time no see."

Yang Ning: "Obviously, you are still like this..." The

little female ghost: "Orange, it's good that you have grown up."

Yang Ning nodded, "Well, did you see, that person has already paid the price."

"I saw it! Last time I didn't go with you, let you take the four of them away first, just to see with my own eyes the punishment of the person who took us away and didn't give us anything to eat. The

little female ghost said and looked around, and two more men, two women and four little ghosts appeared.

The five imps held hands with each other, bowed to Yang Ning in unison and said, "Thank you Orange!" "

The five of them are the five children who were finally starved to death by Zhang Hui in the basement.

Compared with other imps, although they have not experienced physical pain such as having their limbs cut off, their heads cut off, and their hearts gouged out, they have completely experienced despair from birth to death at the age when they were weakest but had memories.

The five little children snuggled tightly in the corner of the basement, watching the stairs leading to the outside being sealed with cement little by little, perhaps they did not understand at the time, the cement sealed their last hope of survival, or maybe they had understood, but the weak themselves could not do anything at all.

In that environment, the diary in his hand became the only spiritual sustenance for the five children in the whole process from birth to death.

"It's so dark, the stairs are blocked, so how did he bring us food?"

"Oh, he won't bring us food."

- Ming Ming's diary.

Yang Ning yawned and said: "Well, no thanks, you guys go play, that, obviously, do you still have to keep a diary?"

Ming Ming blinked and said, "The people on my notes are dead except for you, can I still write?"

"I can write, but you can't use that book anymore."

Yang Ning smiled and took out a brand new notebook and lit it with the candle flame next to it, he said with a smile: "It's good not to write people's names arbitrarily in the future, if you want to write..."

I have to get your permission first, otherwise I will be like that Xiaoqing!

Yang Ning nodded, blew a breath into the gradually burning flame in his hand, exhaled -

suddenly, the flame sprang up, burning the entire diary to ashes in an instant, and at the same time, the little female ghost named "Mingming" had an extra notebook of the same style in her hand.

Obviously opened it with a surprised face, and did not see any movement from her, and one after another bright red words like blood slowly appeared on the title page of the diary, as if it was written one by one with a pen stained with blood!

"Thank you Orange Orange for giving us a new life, he is the light in our life, for the rest of our lives, if someone bullies Orange Orange, hehe..."

"We will turn into fierce ghosts to devour their flesh and blood, devour their loved ones, bad luck their bones and blood, and serve their descendants forever!"

Below the text are five tiny blood-red child avatars, each with an almost identical weird smile.

Obviously climbed onto Yang Ning's lap with the diary, and showed the blood-red text to Yang Ning with a look of anticipation, "Orange, look!" Moved or not?

Yang Ning was speechless for a while, what is this?

Perverted love?

Well, I'm really impressed.

"Touched and moved, I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep, you guys go play, don't scare others."

Yang Ning said as he raised his hand to take Ming Ming off his leg, spread his hands and said, "Sleep!" The

whole body seemed to be torn into pieces and glued by glue, and the gentle little female ghost appeared, and she patiently helped Yang Ning take off her clothes.

The little blonde ghost with a delicate face but full of cracks waited by the side with her pajamas....

Ming Ming on the side looked at it with wide eyes, and the black shadow next to him and the black fat man riding the fish were still shivering.

Obviously on the first page of the diary in his hand, a line of learning slowly appeared: I really want to make orange become my own kind...

Before the words were finished, Yang Ning suddenly spoke: "No, you don't want to." "

Phew—

a flame burned the first page clean from Ming Ming's diary.

Obviously: "..."

She sat by the window as if she had suffered some kind of great grievance, holding her small chin with her hands and looking at the rainstorm outside in a daze.

Soon, the lights in the room went out, and the original gray-white children's clothes on Ming Ming's body by the window gradually turned scarlet, but they quickly disappeared and turned back to the gray-white before.

Also changing are her other four friends.

Yang Ning, who was lying on the bed, said to himself in his heart: Good fellow, the five red ghosts are fused into one?!

Well, fortunately, it's only five, if there is really something that integrates the red-clothed ghosts of ten thousand children, then I really may not be able to fight...

The night passed quickly.

In the early hours of the morning, the rain stopped.

Because he slept too late last night, Yang Ning didn't have morning today.

Seeing the sun rising little by little outside the window, Yang Ning didn't mean to get up at all, and he even unconsciously blocked the sunlight shining on his face.

Ming Ming, who had been sitting by the window all night, opened her diary when she saw this, and a line of blood words suddenly appeared one by one—

"July 19, heavy rain, day is like night."

At the moment when the blood word appeared, the sunlight outside the window suddenly dissipated, and the sun that had just risen was obscured by thick clouds in a blink of an eye, and the torrential rain that had stopped for less than half an hour poured down again!

The sky at dawn is as gloomy as night!

Dang!

On the side, the statue of the god of wealth that had been placed on the table trembled all night because of the trembling overnight, and finally shook itself off the table little by little, making a violent sound!

Holding the diary, Ming Ming slowly stepped forward with his feet raised, staring at the black fat man riding a fish on the ground and revealing a "Yangning-style" smile: "Disturb Orange Orange to sleep?"

"Are you trying to die?"

At this moment, the statue of the Fortune God, which was originally trembling, did not even dare to tremble.

A few minutes later, there was a sound of footsteps in the corridor outside the room, and finally stopped outside Yang Ning's door.

In the room, the pale little female ghost turned her head strangely, she held her hands on her chest, on the diary that had been opened, and the blood words reappeared.

"It's the best day for sleeping on a rainy day, so sleep."

Pon, pon!

Two sounds of people falling to the ground sounded outside the door, and then the entire Caiyun Four Seasons Hotel fell into absolute silence, as if there was no one!

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