The Master of the Strange Realm

"I never believe in any supernatural power other than the great gods."

He still gave the same answer, but before Mr. Nellie spoke again, he added:

"But I've definitely experienced things like hauntings."

"Yeah?"

Mr. Nellie asked in surprise, taking the initiative to pick up the teapot and refill Jenkins with a cup of tea.

"Yes, that was still in the autumn. I live on St. George Street now, and that house is a famous haunted house nearby. You can find out if you ask around a little."

This is absolutely true.

"Then why are you moving there? I think even if you don't believe in the existence of those ridiculous ghosts, there is no need to challenge such dangerous things."

Mr. Nellie asked, rolling his eyes, trying to look like I didn't care and was just asking casually. If he didn't know the truth, Jenkins might actually believe him.

Chapter 510 Chapter 502 The writer’s acting skills and the businessman’s request

The room was a little hot, and the cat looked sleepy. It was really impatient to wait, so it stood up and used its small paws to pluck at Jenkins' clothes. The man caught it easily, put it on his knees and smoothed its hair unconsciously:

"It turns out that there is no danger in that house. But you are right, it is of course important to remain in awe. Regardless of whether ghosts exist or not, the power of God is the greatest. To be honest, I am great A devoted follower of the sage, he spent some time praying alone in the house before moving there.”

"is that useful?"

The fat businessman asked enthusiastically.

"I don't know. After all, I have never seen ghosts or ghosts in my house. They are probably boring legends of the small townsfolk."

As he spoke, he picked up the tea cup and took a sip, and the conversation continued to develop according to his control.

Pretending to be stunned for a moment, he asked tentatively:

"Did you also encounter that problem... Sorry, I think this kind of thing is not suitable to share with others."

As he spoke, he shook his head, looking apologetic.

"You don't need to apologize, it's nothing unspeakable... Do you think prayer will work?"

Mr. Nellie's words were equivalent to an indirect admission of what happened to him.

"I would like to take the liberty to ask, what is your belief..."

"A traveler with the priesthood of contract."

Jenkins nodded, sat up straight and looked at his partner:

"I'm glad that you also believe in the righteous God. Then pray and pray hard to your own gods!"

Chocolate lay on Jenkins' lap, curled into a ball. It opened its left eye slightly, looked up at the man who was working hard to perform, moved its nose slightly twice, and then closed its eyes again. It has always been known that Jenkins is good at acting, but today's performance definitely surpassed all previous performances.

"Is this okay?"

Mr. Nellie asked in disbelief, seeming to find this ridiculous.

"Of course, sincere prayer is enough. Don't you believe in the greatness of the Righteous God?"

Jenkins believed that his expression at this moment must be very religious.

"No, no, no, of course I believe it!"

He declared hurriedly, then hesitated and asked: "How pious do you need to be?"

"Be very religious, very, very religious."

Jenkins nodded and replied, deliberately emphasizing the pronunciation of the word "very", but the expression on his face showed that he took this as a matter of course.

The corners of Mr. Nellie's mouth twitched a few times, he stretched out his hand to touch his nose, and sat upright and leaned back again.

The writer chuckled lightly, expressing his understanding of his attitude:

"Of course, if you really encounter that kind of troublesome thing, you can also find a professional exorcist to solve it. I heard that this kind of profession is not uncommon now."

"Humph, they are all a bunch of liars!"

Jenkins chuckled again. According to the information found by the church, a very small number of the people Mr. Nellie found who claimed to be able to exorcise demons were indeed gifters. But the key is that the level is too low, and this evil spirit that haunts him from Cheslan to Fidictry is obviously not an easy target to deal with.

"What about the church? The Zhengshen Church provides blessings, baptisms and other ceremonies to all believers. Although it is paid, you probably won't care based on your wealth."

"this......"

The merchant's thick lips moved but no more sound came out.

Like most people of this era, businessmen feared and worshiped God from the bottom of their hearts. He had done something wrong himself, so he was reluctant to go near the church. He would rather endure the entanglement of evil spirits than...

"The mistakes he has made are by no means as simple as what the church is currently investigating."

Jenkins had already determined this in his mind. He took out his pocket watch from his chest pocket with a smile, took a look at it, and then asked Chocolate to climb onto his shoulder:

"It's getting late, I think it's time to say goodbye. I wish our cooperation goes well..."

"please wait a while!"

Mr. Nellie wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, licking his lips:

"Baron Williamt, please..."

"Don't worry, I'm not the kind of person who likes to spread other people's privacy."

"No, no, that's not what I meant. I trust your character very much. You are definitely the most upright and kind-hearted gentleman I know! Please help me, I think you must have a way!"

Jenkins shook his head, picked up the hat hanging on the hanger behind the door and put it on his head:

"I'm sorry, although I grew up in this city, I don't know any exorcists."

"But..."

He hesitated, "You can exorcise me! Yes, didn't you do it in the house you live in?"

"But the house is haunted, it's just a rumor among the citizens. Maybe in fact, people just saw a thief who stole things at night. And-"

He shook his head regretfully: "Only regular priests recognized by the church have the qualifications to baptize and bless believers. I'm sorry, I'm not a clergyman."

"But no one will I know, I will never say anything nonsense! And whether it is useful or not, I will give you a large reward... "

Seeing that Jenkins' face immediately showed an unhappy expression, he hurriedly added:

"Please save me, a kind person like you will definitely not stand by and watch someone die! Yes, please save me, Baron William, otherwise, I will definitely die!"

He rushed towards Jenkins without caring about his image, then knelt on the red carpet and began to sob:

"Please save me, I'm really fed up with that thing, that thing..."

Tears fell on the carpet drop by drop, making the red deeper.

At the angle he couldn't see, Jenkins' mouth corners curled up, and in less than a second, he turned into the embarrassed expression just now.

Unable to bear Mr. Nellie's repeated requests, Jenkins finally reluctantly agreed to his request. But he repeatedly stated that his actions were only to help those in need. Although it violated the church's regulations, it was also a just act.

He didn't need Mr. Nellie's payment, but if the businessman really wanted to thank him, he could go to the Sage's Church and find a reason to donate a sum of money.

Mr. Nellie was so moved that he almost cried.

Of course, Jenkins thought his acting skills were also very superb.

Since the matter had been discussed, Mr. Nellie was unwilling to wait any longer. He couldn't wait to ask Jenkins if he needed to prepare anything, but Jenkins said he didn't need anything.

Section 511 Chapter 503 The Dead

"Devout faith is my sharpest weapon!"

Jenkins declared loudly, and Chocolate tried not to laugh. The cat's puffed face was very funny.

In fact, Jenkins didn't know how to exorcise the devil, and he didn't even know the standard process. But the good news is that the person being exorcised didn't know the standard process, which gave Jenkins a lot of room to play.

He first asked Mr. Nellie to sit cross-legged on the carpet in a simple shirt. After he closed his eyes, he sat opposite him and pressed his greasy head, and read out the religious scriptures he knew in the "hum hum hum~" pronunciation of chanting.

This was very effective. Although the evil spirit still existed, Mr. Nellie's expression eased. He obviously believed it.

This meaningless behavior lasted for half an hour, and then Jenkins called for clean water. After a simple blessing, he wet his finger and flicked it on Mr. Nellie's forehead.

The blessing was fake. Although it was impossible to bless humans in the mystical sense through prayer, since he could bless bullets/bullets, he could certainly turn ordinary water into holy water. When chanting, different paragraphs were deliberately interspersed together, and the water produced would naturally have no effect.

He didn't want to kill or anger the evil spirit now, there were more important things to do.

In short, this toss took nearly two hours. Seeing that the time was almost up, Jenkins let out a sigh and stood up.

"Is it over?"

Mr. Nellie asked nervously.

"No, there is one last step. Please sit here quietly and don't move. I need to use the room next door. I think you should know that even in the church mass, the priest will stay alone in the room for a while after the mass."

"I know, of course!"

Jenkins smiled and nodded at him, picked up his big black leather bag containing the contract, and called the cat who had been watching the show for a long time into the bedroom next door, and closed the door.

He had experimented and found that the walls here had good sound insulation.

Because he had planned it long ago, the Ouija board was hidden in the big bag. He did not take action immediately, but waited quietly for a few minutes. When he did not hear any sound outside, he took out the board and placed the small statue and the board in the corresponding position.

This time he did not know the name of the female evil spirit, but the distance was so close that unless there were other dead people nearby, the object of the psychic would not be wrong.

Signaling Chocolate not to make any sound, he sat at the desk in the bedroom and slowly and steadily injected his own spirit.

In an instant, a strong wind blew in the closed room. The books on the desk were rustling in the wind, and the closed curtains fluttered like flags.

After the wind, a man with a hooked nose and a dull expression appeared on the other side of the desk.

"Sorry, it's not you!"

He was about to drive the man's soul away, but suddenly froze. Because the man's face looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it for a while.

"The sense of familiarity comes from my own memory, and I have only met him once, so it should have left a deep impression..."

Before Chocolate was ready to "meow~", Jenkins suddenly realized, and he remembered:

"You are the one who tried to trick me with a routine in the antique shop, but was cursed by me with a disease in the end!"

"How could he die here?"

Jenkins wondered, his kind of spiritualism without any direction can obviously only pull the nearest soul.

"Well, there is still some time anyway."

Thinking in his heart, he pressed his finger on the board and asked, "How did you die?"

Black particles permeated from the spirit body, and at the same time, the board began to move rapidly towards the letter area. Jenkins spelled them out quickly and accurately:

"I...infected...very serious...cold...worried...plague...gun"

Took a long breath, and couldn't help but exhale, Jenkins scratched his hair:

"It turns out that he died because of me, which is also an indirect murder."

This person's soul is not strong. According to Jenkins' accumulated experience, he can only ask two questions at most, and he will completely turn into an evil spirit.

"So, do you know any secrets of your organization?"

The answer is: yes.

This was a waste of a question. The intelligence of the spirit summoned by the Ouija board was obviously not enough.

"Well, then, tell me the most secret thing you think you know."

After the question was asked, the board actually stayed on the board without moving. Jenkins looked at his hand hesitantly, and then looked at the trembling soul opposite him.

In a blink of an eye, the golden thread was attached to the surface of the spirit, shrinking towards the center like a silk net. In a few seconds, the spirit turned into dust under this great damage and disappeared completely.

The remaining spiritual powder on the ground was the last trace he left.

"I knew that even the subordinate organization of the evil god church could not prevent believers from signing a confidentiality agreement."

He shook his head with some regret, but this was just an accident. What he had to deal with now was the female ghost who entangled Mr. Nellie.

He opened the Ouija board again, and the target was wrong again this time. This time it was a boy who was naturally deceived by the man just now. His cause of death was obviously the same.

"So..."

Jenkins thought for a moment, touching the chocolate and keeping his paws away from the figurines, the cat always full of curiosity.