American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

Seeing Kelly's appearance, Yorks laughed out loud. His hands and feet still didn't move at all, but a crimson psychic circle instantly formed under his feet.

The psychic circle can not only enhance the psychic ability, but also connect with known information, allowing the caster to instantly capture the opponent's location.

Of course there are other uses, but for York, this psychic circle is equivalent to the trap he set up.

In an instant, when the magic circle emitted a crimson light, Yorks stretched out his hand towards the prickly-haired Kelly, and said something cold with his eyes.

"If you don't obey me, then die!"

As soon as the words fell, the space around Yorks instantly turned into a dark space.

The only light was where he was.

"Roar!"

A voice of fear sounded.

Yorks stared at the dirty thing in front of him that was grabbed by his throat with his right hand.

This was a swollen, pale man with a purple and distorted face with no facial features visible, bulging eyeballs, and fluid and foam overflowing from his mouth and nose, all consistent with the characteristics of drowning.

But those bulging eyes showed some kind of fear.

It seemed that he didn't expect that the man in front of him would grasp his essence in an instant. Whatever he struggled to do, it seemed like everything was lost in the sea.

The man in front of him was like a true master, grasping the throat of his fate.

"I told you to get out, if you don't get out..."

With an expressionless expression on his face, Yorks stared at the undead creature in front of him that began to struggle and looked extremely frightened.

"You really think I can't catch you?"

The man with all the terrifying features struggled, turned his head to look at the darkness around him, and roared as if to convey some message.

Roar!

This roar directly caused noises and whispers to appear in the invisible darkness around.

"hehe."

Yorks smiled lightly and crushed the undead in front of him on the spot.

It was as easy as squeezing an ant to death, and the undead in front of him turned into a black mist that was slowly extinguished.

at the same time.

In the real space, Kelly, who had been controlled in the air, lost consciousness and slowly fell from the air.

After completing this step, Yorks then looked at the darkness around him.

The space we are in is actually another world, the world of souls, the habitat of the undead and other dirty things.

Normally psychics such as Rowling from the Warrens can also enter.

But when a person enters, the human smell and vitality exuded from his body is actually a poison that makes these dirty things fight for them at all costs, a poison that allows them to enter the human world.

Psychics can generally only enter the gradual level. Once they go deep, not to mention getting lost and unable to find their way back, the dirty things in the depths can put their lives in danger instantly without any reason.

It is very dangerous for human beings, including their souls, to enter this kind of world.

Under the roar of the man he crushed, what Yorks could see was: some undead with terrifying faces and strange shapes began to appear in the surrounding darkness.

They are densely packed, as if one person is stacked one above the other without any gaps. As far as the eye can see, everything is boundless and has no concept of quantity.

If ordinary people or psychics saw this scene, they would probably stay where they were.

The overall feeling is like becoming an ant surrounded by a group of giants, so small.

Even so, this is only for those psychics or the weak.

to him……

York's heart was still, and he could still say that sentence when he looked at the dirty things that started to gather.

"It seems like it's deep."

However, when the words fell, York's indifferent face began to turn cold, and he calmly said one word.

"roll!"

The void seemed to be solidifying, an invisible force, and the mighty momentum spread throughout the entire venue with York as the center.

Inviolable.

Yorks directly let go of the mental power that he had been suppressing all the time, and at the same time connected the magic power in his body, allowing his surroundings to be pressed into sticky ripples by the outward mental aura.

This momentum that swept the entire place also caused the dirty things gathered around to stop their whispers and small movements like magic sounds. At the same time, it also caused these dirty things that secretly gathered around and prepared to invade to slow down from their still state. Slowly retreat.

York's face was expressionless, and he looked across the surrounding darkness and the gathering undead, as if he were watching some existence in the deepest place, staring at them.

There are strong people in every world, and of course there will be powerful things in the world of the dead where souls like this live.

But Yorkes had no reason to fear.

Just because of his current strength, in a word, he can enter the state he was in before at St. Carta Monastery at will, although his own essence has not changed.

But 201 points is equivalent to having 201 times increased magic power plus 221 points of spiritual/holy power. He already has the trump card to face everything with confidence.

201*221 is equal to 44421 points of spiritual/holy power.

Yorks didn't know how far these 40,000-point instant stud could go, whether it could directly face Satan-level demons, but now, he felt that it was enough to cope with this kind of situation where a group of ghosts were watching.

Obviously, the deep-seated dirty things knew that he was not easy to mess with, so they began to disappear one after another until there was nothing left.

Even the existence at the deepest level, invisible but terrifying, just stared at him without making any move.

"That's it……"

Yorks withdrew his gaze and waved his hand to disconnect from this world.

In the blink of an eye, when Yorkist opened his eyes again, he had returned to the real world.

This was not the first time he had experienced something like an out-of-body experience.

So Yorks didn't feel anything. He moved his gaze downwards and looked at Kelly who was unconscious on the ground. He made sure that there were no traces of dirt on his body, and then left the place.

"Father?" Hailey didn't know what he was doing at that moment, but when she saw him coming over, she subconsciously emboldened herself to ask.

"How's Kelly?"

"He's fine." Yorks put away his coldness and showed a gentle expression.

"I have driven away the dirty things inside."

"Really? Kelly is really okay?" Anxi opened her eyes wide and then confirmed.

"certainly."

Hearing this, Anxi quickly ran towards Kelly who was unconscious on the ground.

Haley was left alone.

Seeing Hailey's agitated look, Yorks patted her shoulder and just said one word.

"Study hard and remember what I told you no matter what."

"I will, Father York." Hailey felt the warmth on her shoulders and let out a long breath.

Of course she remembered the words: "Don't try to play with powers or things you don't understand."

"Go ahead."

Yorks retracted his hand and looked back. Anxi was trying to help Kelly up, but her strength was a little weak and she was really reluctant.

"Send greetings to your mother for me, thank her for the donation she has been making, and tell her for me that the money will be used for winter charity activities."

Hailey was stunned and wanted to say something.

But Yorkes had already withdrawn his hand and strode past her toward the open door.

When Hailey saw this, she could only say something as she looked at the broad back that had walked to the door.

"Father Yorks, I will tell my mother exactly what you said."

Yorkes waved and walked out of the house. When he came to the lawn, he reached out and took out his mobile phone, trying to call John Wick.

But when he dialed the number, he thought of something, and Yorks stopped moving, looked up at the car parked on the side of the road in front of him, and finally shook his head.

"Forget it, we can't affect the God of Death's actions. If anything happens, he will naturally call."

"That's the God of Death in my mind. He should have some confidence."

Yorks raised the corners of his mouth silently, took back his phone, and walked towards the car.

However, at the same time.

The John Wick that gave him faith had appeared in another community.

In the car, he took out his mobile phone and compared the house numbers to confirm that the villa on the left was the target, and then silently packed his equipment.

As a killer, John Wick has his own rhythm. He just picks up the TTI Viper pistol with a 9mm caliber, a magazine capacity of 21 rounds, a built-in compensator, and almost no recoil, and buckles it in the belt around his waist. .

This pistol was designed as a top-level combat pistol, and it was his favorite pistol.

If it were in the past, he might have just entered the villa with a pistol. After all, he was just grabbing a sculpture hand.

But now, after seeing monsters from another world, something needs to change.

John Wick conveniently picked up the TTI Dracarys Gen-12 shotgun equipped with steel-core armor-piercing bullets, then hung the ammunition belt stuffed with 12-caliber steel-core armor-piercing bullets on his shoulder, and got out of the car on the way.

He didn't believe that any monster could withstand such armor-piercing special steel-core armor-piercing bullets.

John Wick closed the car door smoothly and looked around before entering the house.

Fortunately, there are not many people on the walking roads in this community.

John Wick began to stride toward the house.

The power of action reveals an extremely strong sense of cleanliness and resoluteness.

As soon as he walked onto the lawn of the villa, John Wick's eyes became calmer and his five senses were fully relaxed.

He must be more serious than ever, because this is the first time the priest has told him to do something, and it is also the first time he has been exposed to supernatural events alone.

However, what made his ears twitch was that there was a very noisy noise coming from the villa.

John Wick looked at the doors and windows under the villa with his peripheral vision.

He could find some shadows moving constantly.

"Is this a party?"

John Wick walked to the door and already had a rough idea of ​​what was going on inside.

Going by his hunch, it was probably a party that just started getting together because of Halloween.

Quite the preparation before the Halloween carnival.

Without hesitation, John Wick raised his shotgun and fired directly at the lock on the door.

boom!

This clean shot directly shattered the lock on the door, causing the people inside to scream.

John Wick quickly entered the room with a gun in both hands in a very standard fighting posture, aiming directly at the source of the scream.

Just as he expected, there was a group of young people gathered in the living room, a total of eight men and women, and they were smoking something.

At this moment, disappointment flashed in John Wick's eyes. What disappointed him was that these people seemed to be all ordinary people, not monsters or things in their imagination.

It was unremarkable, nothing unusual could be seen.

He was obviously prepared for the weirdness.

"do not move!"

Seeing these young people trying to escape, John Wick picked up the Viper pistol at his waist, shot the young man who was the first to act in the calf, and said in a deep voice.

"Whoever moves will die!"

As the gunfire rang out, the young man who was the first to escape was suddenly affected and fell to the ground, covering his bleeding calf and letting out a scream.

The rapid explosion of gunfire and the shrill screams also caused the remaining seven people who were just about to escape to stop immediately, but their whole bodies were shaking.

"Do not kill me!"

"Don't kill me, please..."

One girl's feet were weak and she sat down on the ground, tears in her eyes kept flowing from fear.

Everyone was like this, and for a moment, the only sound in the audience was the screams of the young man covering his calf.

Seeing that the scene was under control, John Wick stared directly at the host who had already taken the photo, looked at his trembling body with his hands raised, and strode closer.

"Are you David?"

David, the protagonist of the sculptor, was so frightened that he could not speak.

John Wick fired a shot into the ceiling.

"answer me!"

boom! This shot made everyone cry and also made David wake up. He ignored the tears bursting from his eyes and answered quickly.

"Yes! I'm David."

He was still somewhat quick-witted, and then spoke quickly.

"Don't kill me! Please don't kill me! If you want something, just take it and I will never call the police.

right! correct! There are more than 30,000 U.S. dollars in my parents' room, as well as some valuable accessories, and there are more than 7,000 U.S. dollars in the drawer in my room. You...you can take it all away. Please don't kill us. …”

The voice was already crying.

If York had been present, he would probably have said, "Good guy, John, it's over."

But John Wick, as a top killer, had been turned into a stone by fighting and killing along the way. He ignored the pitiful looks of David and those young people, put the Viper pistol back into the holster, and held it with one hand. He took out his mobile phone and found the picture of the sculpted hand, and sent it to David.

This action made David tremble, thinking he was going to die. He was about to burst into tears, but the next second a word came out that brought him back to his senses.

"Is this sculptural hand in your hand? Or is it here with you?"

He thought it would end like this in vain, but what John Wick didn't expect was that the young man in front of him answered tremblingly with a tone of breath combined with crying.

"No...not here, please don't kill me. This thing is not with me now, you can take it away..."

Automatically ignoring the following words, John Wick frowned.

"You don't hold this sculpture hand?"

"No... no, that's not my thing, it was given to me by someone else. He said that this thing can make the human body experience a very special kind of pleasure, which is better than... than poison."

David was literally bursting into tears, which was pitiful to see, but his consciousness was very, very clear. He noticed something, and although he was very scared, he continued with a trembling voice.

"I...have returned it to him before, but I know where he is. If you want the sculpture hand, you can go directly to him."

But John Wick seemed not to notice and continued to ask.

"Where is that man now?"

There was a glimmer of hope in David's eyes, and he spoke a series of addresses, down to the house number.

John Wick silently wrote down this address, then watched the group of young people, knocked out David in front of him on the spot, and then copied it one by one, knocking out these young people one by one, including the protagonist who was covering his calf.

Of course, John Wick would not let the young man who was shot in the calf bleed to death. He would deal with it on the spot, tear open his shirt and bandage it, then casually pick up a mobile phone on the table and call 911 for emergency help. The center made a phone call.

After explaining in detail that someone had been shot and giving the detailed address, he hung up the call with familiarity, threw away the phone and walked away.

Already made up