American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

Although each magic named by him only conveys 0.5 of the magic power and is only 0.5 of the power, the energy and damage exerted by the combination of different magic elements are far beyond his expectations.

So it's not that strange that the backyard that had just been cleaned in preparation for Halloween was in a mess.

Renovation is inevitable.

Anyway, he mostly acted under the look of Irene that day.

It's not that he was afraid, but he was the one who caused it, and Irene was responsible for cleaning it up. This gave her another job, which was to renovate the entire backyard.

This is really an embarrassing thing, after all, he still has a face.

Instead of this, he took matters into his own hands.

The church of Pluto already illuminated by candlelight.

Erin blinked, folded her hands together, and hung them naturally in front of her face. She stood elegantly and politely, expressing her own doubts.

“I remember someone who happened to be working in construction.”

Yorks smiled and said: "When you were here, he hadn't been here yet, so it's normal that you don't know him."

Hearing this, Irene didn't do anything unnecessary, just nodded and said: "Okay, Father."

Essentially, the most important job of a deacon nun is to assist the priest in his or her missionary work.

"Um."

Yorks kept smiling and waved his hand.

"It's getting late. Let's clean up. It's time for us to go back."

Erin nodded again and immediately left the spot, preparing for the final work.

Seeing this, Yorks turned back and glanced at John Wick sitting on the bench.

This guy doesn't know what's going on, but he really likes to pray more and more recently.

Especially at night.

Wearing a dark church uniform, there is something very special about it.

It's as if the killer is serious about being a good person and repenting of his sins seriously.

In short, this guy did a lot during the day.

Cleaning, keeping company with Irene, and even providing some help to the elderly believers.

The whole time he had the cold expression of a killer.

Seeing him slowly opening his eyes after noticing the gaze due to his killer instinct, Yorks smiled.

"John, you had a hard day today."

John Wick nodded slightly and closed his eyes again. His closed-eyes prayer had not yet been completed.

"A cold guy."

Seeing this, Yorks shook his head, returned to his normal posture, took out his cell phone and swiped a few times.

Found the person he told Erin about from the group chat.

"I heard that Ron seems to have gotten married and moved to the city for his wife. I don't know how he is doing now."

Yorks thought of the young man who came to repair the church every day.

The church of Pluto is old, so naturally some parts are dilapidated and need to be repaired.

And when he began to take charge of Pluto Church, the first person he found was Ron.

From the beginning of the tinkering to the end, it was Ron the whole time.

So Yorks thought about it and decided to let Ron be responsible for the renovation work.

It was the same person from the first time to the end, which was still a bit fateful.

Of course, it's not just for this. It's good to occasionally take care of the business of an old acquaintance. Otherwise, he would have found a big company long ago.

Yorks also feels that he has a little problem with ideas. He doesn't like to be gorgeous or make a big show. Instead, he likes the feeling that the water flows slowly and the years are quiet.

"Another point is to save money. Ron's craftsmanship is pretty good, but I don't know if he is free..."

Without thinking much, Yorks clicked on Ron's account in the group chat and left him a private message.

"Ron, I am Father York. Congratulations on your marriage. I wonder if you will continue to do architectural work. The backyard of Pluto Church needs to be renovated. If you are free, I hope you can come and take a look... …”

Yorkes didn't say much. On the contrary, he believed that Ron must still be doing construction work.

"Finish!"

Yorks put away his phone, picked up his Bible and glanced at John Wick who was still praying behind him.

Nowadays, Robert is responsible for opening the door of Pluto Church during the day and is responsible for the preparation of believers for morning worship.

Now there is John Wick, the god of death, guarding Pluto Church at night, and he is also responsible for the security of the church, including guarding the church at night, although no one will come to steal things at night.

Coupled with Sister Irene, the configuration of Pluto Church is now considered perfect.

He is the most incompetent priest. Even if he doesn't live in the church, he is lazy every day.

Looking at John Wick praying, Yorks smiled, took the Bible and went to the personal lounge to take off his clothes, preparing to take Eileen home.

………………………

"Go to sleep, I'm here."

A building in a small town.

In the room, a young man with a tired face but gentleness on his face and a hint of distress in his eyes looked at his wife on the bed, pulling the quilt up to her chin and stroking the woman's forehead.

However, the woman kept her eyes open and looked at her man.

"Ron..."

There was something uneasy and scared in her tone.

"I will always watch you here." Ron said gently, stroking his wife's forehead.

"Nothing will happen to you again, trust me, Laura."

The woman named Laura kept staring at Ron without blinking. She knew why her husband was acting like this because she had not slept for two days and two nights.

"Go to sleep, I just need to sort out the work of the past few days."

Ron raised the corners of his mouth and gave a soothing smile.

"So I'll always sit next to you."

Hearing this and looking at her husband, Laura was silent, and finally slowly closed her eyes.

Seeing this, Ron stared at it for a long time, and finally let out a sigh, got up and walked towards the table and chair next to the bed.

My wife didn't know what was going on. She seemed to have some mental problem. She began to become extremely sensitive and fragile. Her mood fluctuated very seriously. She was either irritable or very depressed and unhappy, one at a time.

The most serious thing is that she seems to be falling into some kind of hallucination.

According to what she said, she saw some people who did not exist in reality.

"Severely burned man?"

Ron sighed, he really couldn't understand how a good person could take a turn for the worse one day and become like this.

He couldn't help but look back at his wife lying on the bed.

Forget about hallucinations, she would go to the forest outside the house alone in the middle of the night, take off her clothes and start dancing alone. Her posture seemed to be being led by someone.

Ron pulled out the stool in front of the table, sat down, and picked up the paper documents next to him.

Originally, he came to this small town specifically for his wife, away from the hustle and bustle, and found such a comfortable and peaceful environment. But now it seems that his wife's condition is getting worse and worse.

Looking at the information on the paper document, Ron's face became a little solemn.

It's not like he didn't take his wife to see a doctor.

The doctor diagnosed his wife as suffering from schizophrenia.

Thaksin believes that after treatment, his wife's condition has not improved at all, but has become more and more serious.

It's so serious that he now has hallucinations from time to time. Even if he is around, he will still see something else or someone who doesn't exist.

This made him feel annoyed and miserable.

"I can't stand it."

Ron pinched his eyebrows in pain. Most of his jobs were in the city, and now that he was here, he actually gave up his job.

At this moment, the mobile phone on the table suddenly vibrated, attracting his attention.

Ron didn't think much, just put down the paper document and picked it up.

He thought it was something at work or something else, such as advertising, spam, etc.

But what he didn't expect was that this turned out to be a private message from Father York.

Ron looked at the message that appeared on the lock screen of his phone, and for a while he thought of the priest who made him feel particularly grateful and thankful.

At first, the repair project of the huge Pluto Church was considered a big job.

At that time, he was still the owner and worker of a small construction company.

But this priest who can make people feel amazed when they first meet him chose him among many people, the one who has the least sense of existence and has no achievements...

"Father Yorks."

Recalling the priest's appearance and temperament, and then remembering the exorcism stories about the priest in the group chat, Ron subconsciously looked back at his wife lying on the bed.

As if he thought of something, he quickly unlocked the screen and swiped a few times to open the private message.

Soon, he finished reading the priest's letter.

“Backyard renovation?”

Ron took a deep breath and began to reply as he recalled the size and appearance of the church's backyard.

If medicine has no effect on his wife's condition, and instead it becomes more and more serious, could it be due to something else? Or is his wife possessed by a demon? Or was it contaminated by something dirty?

He has to try! Although he did not see any actual supernatural situations or weird things, his wife saw them all.

"..."

"Father York, I am Ron, thank you for your blessing..."

"Yes, I still do construction work, so if you need renovations, I think I can help..."

At the same time, Yorks, who was preparing to stay up all night to record the effects of the combination of magic elements, received this letter from Ron.

"Want to bring your wife over to see you?"

Without a doubt, Yorks put down his cell phone, picked up a pen and paper out of habit, and began to write on the notes in front of him the combination of elements that he had not yet tried, and the desired effects.

After all, some believers occasionally bring their family members over.

As Ms. Hardy brought Officer Baker.

Ms. Kamil brought her own family members and so on. There were too many of them, and he didn't take them to heart.

The sound of pen strokes on paper echoed in his ears, and Yorks wrote down his ideas and experimental magic combinations one by one.

Water plus light should be a water barrier, which can form a solid crystal barrier to resist enemy attacks.

Tujia wind is expected to form sandstorms, weakening the enemy's sight and movement ability.

Soil plus water is an important component of mudslides. It is estimated that a huge mudslide can be formed, which can submerge enemies or block roads. This can be used as a range skill...

He didn't stop recording until the next morning, when he saw through the stereogram that Irene had prepared breakfast and then left.

"There are too many, so I can only experiment slowly..."

Because of the side effects of his health points, Yorks, who had not slept all night and was still as good as ever, looked at the dense handwriting recorded in the notes and shook his head.

With so many combinations, he can be considered a true master of magic.

"I don't know why, but I always feel an inexplicable emptiness in my heart. It must be that I got it too easily."

Recalling the efforts he had made for magic in the past, Yorks sighed, got up and walked towards the bathroom.

A few minutes later, he put on his new divine robe, sat down at his seat in front of the dining table, and continued with the start of a new day as always.

The life of an ordinary person always goes round and round, and generally there is no change at all. The only thing that changes is always the surrounding things.

Yorks continued to walk out of the believers' group chat. After watching some news, he finished the breakfast in front of him and got up to pack everything.

Erin is responsible for cooking and he is responsible for cleaning. There is a clear division of labor, although he cleans his own dishes.

"It seems that the officials have put a lot of effort into it. There is no news about the monster at all in the fog incident. It is directly classified as a fog disaster event. Even if there are pictures of the monster, it is just gossip that was swept away by the wave."

This made Yorkes sigh.

"Amazing."

Even so, Yorkes also feels that the American officials have done a good job in this regard.

Because it is definitely the right thing to set up a line of isolation between two different worlds that prohibits entry.

Once the supernatural and supernatural are known to ordinary people, not only will everyone be in danger, but also those who are very free-thinking people will always do some very dangerous things because they like freedom, taste dangerous excitement or out of curiosity. things and behaviors.

Not to mention the serious impact on society, just talking about the surrounding people and the environment, one of these categories will definitely be affected.

Just like the Reed Apartment before, just because of the curiosity of a naughty child, he indirectly and directly killed his family and the innocent tenants of the entire building.

As far as he knows, some novices always summon something just because they know some summons or have some books...

For such people, he would beat them up once he saw them and give them a good education.

"Even the Level VII incident in Thailand was covered up by Thai officials using some extremely hot topics..."

Thinking about these useless things all the time, Yorks walked into the garage.

He then drove out of the garage and headed to Pluto Church to start work.

Performing his daily duties as a priest, he finally saw Ron's wife at noon.

It's just a little different from what he imagined.

Because in his eyes, Ron's wife looked like a sick person.

His face was pale, with no trace of blood on his face, his eyes were sunken and lifeless.

At the same time, he also saw the fatigue hidden deep in Ron.

This is not what a happy marriage should look like.

Looking at the woman hiding on Ron's arm like a pitiful and helpless puppy under his gaze, Yorkes frowned inaudibly.

"Father Yorks." Ron noticed his wife's shrinkage and fear, reached out and patted her to comfort her, and smiled bitterly at the tall priest in front of him.

"This is my wife, Laura..."

Introduction There is a group, brothers, if you want to enter, just enter. (I’m worried, what should I do if the company is afraid? I’m so afraid of being left in the cold…)