Zhang Donglei on the other end of the phone seemed a little worried that the call would be interrupted at any time, so he said everything he wanted to say at once.
An embarrassed smile appeared on Zhang Wen's face, "Nowadays, these scammers' methods are becoming more and more diverse."
Yang Ning continued to carve the doll in his hand, and the sharp carving knife flew up and down in his hand. In the blink of an eye, the delicate facial features of the doll's face, which had been polished into the prototype of a human face, took shape one by one.
Zhang Wen looked at the doll and felt more and more familiar. As Yang Ning finished with the last blow, she was even more stunned!
Because that doll is obviously me!
"Master Xiao Yang, this, this?"
Putting down the doll in her hand, Yang Ning looked at Zhang Wen with a smile and said, "Sister Wenwen, the body shaping is complete, but the last step is left."
When she heard the words "Sister Wenwen" from Yang Ning's mouth, Zhang Wen was suddenly startled. A trace of fear flashed in her eyes, and she stared at Yang Ning without blinking!
At this time, Yang Ning slowly picked up the photo that was placed on the table upside down, slowly turned it around and put it next to her face to show the front to Zhang Wen, and asked: "Sister Wenwen, look, what happened to me and that person?" Is time bigger than change?"
Zhang Wen trembled and slowly shifted her gaze from Yang Ning's face to the photo bit by bit. She saw that the photo was of a boy about five or six years old. His eyebrows, appearance, and facial features were the same as the one in front of her at the moment. Yang Ning is almost alone!
Suddenly, a look of understanding appeared in Zhang Wen's eyes. She blinked several times and said in a trembling voice: "You, you are Chengcheng?!"
"Huh? Do you still remember? I thought it would take you a long time to think of me." Yang Ning said with a smile. His eyes were calm and his expression was soft, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.
Zhang Wen, who was kneeling on the futon, collapsed back to the ground. She kicked her feet away from Yang Ning little by little. She shook her head and said, "No! You are not Chengcheng. Chengcheng was bought by an old lunatic." After leaving, the old madman bought more than a hundred goods from the dealers from all over the place, and no one can survive!"
"Haha, what an old madman..."
Yang Ning laughed out loud. He looked past Zhang Wen and looked directly at the endless night outside the store, as if he was recalling the past.
"Three months ago, the old madman passed away, and I buried him."
Zhang Wen was surprised and asked: "The old madman, is he dead?"
"died?"
Yang Ning shook his head and said with a smile: "No, he is not dead, and I will not allow him to die."
While speaking, Yang Ning reached out and flicked the flame of the candle on the right side of the table, "Ah——"
"Hahahaha! Ah——"
Suddenly, a shrill scream mixed with crazy laughter sounded in Zhang Wen's ears. This voice seemed familiar to her!
Yang Ning picked up the candle and put it in front of her. Zhang Wen could faintly see a frightened and painful old man's face emerging from the jumping flames!
It was the big customer who had bought children from her father Zhang Hui many times, and the old madman she just mentioned!
After the flames, Yang Ning, who was holding a candle, looked at the old face that was vaguely visible in the flames. There was a confused look on that gentle and delicate face, "Old madman? That's my master, how could I let him die?" ?”
At this time, Yang Ning seemed to be enjoying it very much and said softly: "I am very timid and have been afraid of the dark since I was a child, so... I lit his soul lamp."
"He will always light up the darkness around me for the rest of my life, forever."
"E-ever?"
The figure was vaguely visible in the light, and his ears were screaming like a ghost. What happened in front of him made Zhang Wen completely stupid!
She looked at the dancing flames and said in a daze, "Does this mean that this, this candle will never, never be extinguished?"
"It's never easy to put out? No, no, no -"
Yang Ning said with a smile: "If I want, this soul lamp can still be extinguished, but I am afraid of the dark, so I will definitely light a candle if necessary."
As he spoke, he put the candle back on the table, and the figure in the light disappeared.
Zhang Wen's eyes returned to Yang Ning, her eyes full of endless fear, "In other words, the old madman, the old madman will always feel the pain of his soul being burned?"
Yang Ning nodded slowly and said, "Sister Wenwen, don't worry about him. Don't worry, he won't be alone, because your father will come to stay with him soon."
Zhang Wen swallowed a mouthful of saliva with great difficulty. There was no trace of blood on her face, "Then, what about me?"
"What are you going to do with me?"
"Did you also light the soul lamp?"
"Chengcheng, Chengcheng, at that time, I begged my dad not to sell you, but, but I couldn't make the decision!"
After saying this sentence, Zhang Wen was on the verge of emotional collapse and almost cried uncontrollably.
"You? You won't be lit by the soul lamp..."
As she spoke, Yang Ning's eyes fell on Zhang Wen's long dress, and a confused look of great enjoyment appeared on her face again: "Sister Wenwen, the white dress is not suitable for you, the red one is better."
Zhang Wen nodded hurriedly: "I'll change it when I get back! I'll never wear a white skirt again! No!"
"I won't wear any white clothes from now on. I will only wear red ones, orange ones. Please spare my life! Spare my life, okay?"
"Sister Wenwen, please! Among all the children, I took special care of you. If you let me go, I will do good deeds every day in the future, okay?"
Yang Ning pushed the carved wooden figure towards Zhang Wen and smiled slowly: "Sister Wenwen, let's play a game?"
"The name of the game is - what is your wish?"
"Not counting those who were sold by you, but only those who died directly at your hands because their organs were harvested, there are a total of twelve people."
Speaking of this, Yang Ning pointed to the pedestrian street outside the store and said: "Now, there are more than 10,000 pedestrians on this street, and those twelve people are hidden among these 10,000 people. Among the many shops you have been to in the past month, inside."
"I give you twelve minutes, hoping that you can find them and fulfill their wishes. If you complete one, I will remove one less part from you. If you complete all twelve, then your sins will be atonement. .”
After saying that, Yang Ning picked up her phone and turned on the stopwatch, turned the screen to Zhang Wen, and said with a smile: "Twelve minutes, seven hundred and twenty seconds, start now."
drop!
He pressed the start button and the seconds flew by.
"No, no, no!"
Zhang Wen shook her head in horror and said: "Chengcheng, you, you can't do this to me, no!"
"Please, give me a way to survive, please!"
Yang Ning: "Seventeen seconds have passed, eighteen seconds, nineteen seconds..."
"Ahhhh!!!"
Zhang Wen shouted at the top of her lungs, turned around and ran out of the store barefooted without even putting on her shoes!
After she left, fourteen small ghost figures appeared at the same time in Yang Ning's store.
They sat in a row and looked outside the store.
"Come on, come on, Chengcheng's favorite part of refining the red clothes!"
"That woman probably never imagined that the reason why she couldn't die simply was that she didn't have enough resentment."
"Because she knows how sinful she is..."
"That's why Chengcheng deliberately tortured her and accumulated her resentment!"
"Hope before despair, despair after hope, Chengcheng said that this is the most tortured."
"It feels like Chengcheng has a morbid obsession with things like refining red clothes and lighting sky lanterns."
"Yeah, I think so. When he sees a target that meets the requirements, it's like..."
"It's like a dog seeing shit!"
"..."
Suddenly, all the dozen or so little ghosts fell silent.
Behind them, the smile on Yang Ning's face gradually solidified.
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