allendalepharm Chapter 160 Hey, there must be a mistake!
Chapter 160 Hey, there must be a mistake!
Chapter 160 Hey, there must be a mistake!
Chen Yuan said as he lit the candles.
"He might have seen through your intentions and is mocking you."
He took the lit candle, walked to the corner of the room, squatted down, and stood the candle upright on the ground.
The first one.
Then I went to another corner and put up a second one.
The third one.
The fourth one.
The flames of the four candles flickered gently in the room, their dim light illuminating every corner.
Pazuzu felt a slight discomfort.
The candlelight felt like needles pricking it.
It glared fiercely at Father Iller.
"Incompetent good-for-nothing! No one but Mo Lin can deal with me!"
Father Iller paused for a moment.
Molin?
He had heard of that name before.
Father Merlin, an elderly priest in the Washington Diocese, is said to have served as a missionary in Iraq in his youth.
Is he also an exorcist?
Father Iller had never heard of this.
He then looked at Chen Yuan.
Why is he mocking me again?
Chen Yuan ignored him.
He was busy putting up portraits.
There were two portraits of Saint Joseph, one on the window and one on the door.
The saint in the portrait holds a lily and gazes kindly at everything in the room.
After pasting up the portrait, Chen Yuan moved a small chair over and placed it beside the bed.
He placed the Bible on the chair and turned to a certain page.
The emblem of St. Joseph is placed next to the Bible.
Three bottles of holy water and a cross were placed side by side.
For your first exorcism, it's best to follow the steps carefully.
Although he possesses psychic powers, a system, and those flashy sacred objects.
However, it's still best to go through the proper procedures.
After all, this was his first time doing this kind of thing.
Father Iller stood at the door, staring blankly at Chen Yuan's actions.
He watched Chen Yuan light candles, paste up portraits, arrange holy water, and flip through the Bible. His movements were fluid and practiced, as if he had done it hundreds of times.
Then he suddenly realized something.
Pazuzu seems to have mistaken him for an exorcist.
From the moment he entered, the demon kept staring at him, talking to him, mocking him, calling him a "useless piece of trash," and asking him if he was "afraid of death."
He didn't even glance at Chen Yuan the entire time.
"Hey, Chen."
Father Iller lowered his voice.
"He seems to think I'm an exorcist."
Chen Yuan was adjusting the angle of the bronze mirror when he heard this and smiled without turning his head.
"Isn't this normal?"
He spoke in a relaxed tone, as if he were talking about today's weather.
"This demon only dares to possess little girls, and it only has a superficial understanding of your situation, which shows that it is not very powerful."
He paused.
"It's perfectly reasonable to lack ability and vision."
Pazuzu:
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""
The room fell silent for three seconds.
Then, "That's enough!"
A roar erupted from that small body.
The little girl on the bed struggled violently, the strips of cloth binding her rattling as she struggled.
His scarred face had a terrifyingly ferocious expression.
"I'm a demon!"
Chen Yuan finally turned around.
He looked at the struggling little girl on the bed, at the black mist swirling around her, without any fear on his face.
"What's wrong with the demon?"
He scoffed.
"Am I not telling the truth?"
Pazuzu's roar abruptly stopped.
It stared at Chen Yuan, its face shifting between anger, frustration, and confusion, a series of emotions flashing through its mind.
With its limited understanding, it simply couldn't comprehend why the church would allow a young man to perform an exorcism.
And why is this young man talking so infuriating?
"What do you know?!"
Pazuzu was enraged and her voice was sharp and piercing.
"Every demon that comes to earth will prioritize bodies untainted by worldly defilement! Only those bodies are suitable for our descent."
""
"oh."
Chen Yuan nodded, his expression calm.
"Isn't that because they're too weak to possess a stronger body?"
He tilted his head, his tone carrying a hint of genuine doubt.
"Look at demons, have you ever seen anyone possess a child?"
Pazuzu's expression froze.
For the first time, a look of "being stunned" appeared on that ferocious face.
What this young man said...
That seems to be true...
It really is too bad...
and many more!
I almost got led astray!
How could such a piece of trash as Satan compare to it?!
"Enough—!!"
Pazuzu let out another roar, the sound so sharp it almost pierced eardrums.
"Young man! You will die here tonight!"
"oh."
Chen Yuan nodded again, his face remaining calm.
Anyone can brag.
Father Iller stood at the door, completely stunned.
Is this an exorcism ritual?
Aside from those steps, it felt like an argument.
In the end, it was Chen Yuan's voice that pulled him back to reality.
"Iller, close the door."
Chen Yuan didn't turn his head and continued fiddling with the things in his hands.
"The ceremony is about to begin."
First floor living room.
Chris was restless.
She paced back and forth in front of the sofa, taking two steps and then glancing up at the upstairs.
From upstairs, the howls of "Ragan" could be heard from time to time, each one sharper and more mournful than the last.
The sound was so frequent that it terrified her.
The butler stood to the side, looking worried.
"Madam, is everything alright?"
She lowered her voice, as if afraid of disturbing something.
Chris did not answer.
She just glanced upstairs again.
She didn't know whether this decision was right or wrong.
Have two priests—no, a young priest and an old priest—exorcise the demon from the daughter.
This sounds outrageous.
But did she have any other choice?
I've been to the hospital, seen a doctor, and had all the tests done.
Everyone says Regan is perfectly healthy.
But her daughter, the daughter she raised from a young age, is now tied to the bed, making male voices, her head can rotate 180 degrees, and she can throw people out of the window.
What is this if not a demon?
Chris took a deep breath, about to speak.
"Ding-dong"
A sudden, urgent doorbell ring interrupted her thoughts.
Chris paused, looking towards the doorway.
Who would come at this time?
The housekeeper had already gone to open the door.
The door opened a crack, she peeked out, and then turned back.
"Madam, Detective Kindeman is here."
Detective Kindeman?
Chris paused for a moment.
Why is he here?
The name was like a bucket of cold water poured over her head, instantly snapping her out of her anxiety.
Chris stood up, a hint of panic flashing across her face.
Her hands unconsciously clenched the hem of her clothes, her knuckles turning white.
But soon, she took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.
She walked to the door and opened it.
Standing outside the door was a middle-aged man in his forties. His face was expressionless, but his eyes were exceptionally sharp, and when he swept his gaze over a person, it was as if he could see right through them.
Detective Kindeman.
Chris looked at him and forced a smile.
"Detective Kindeman..."
Before she could finish speaking, Kindeman's gaze had already passed over her shoulder and looked upstairs.
"Did the church priest come to exorcise a demon?"
His voice was calm, as if he were asking how the weather was today.
Chris's smile froze on her face.
How did he know?