socalfunplaces Chapter 159 Exorcism in Progress
Chapter 159 Exorcism in Progress
Chapter 159 Exorcism in Progress
Those images flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern.
Finally, the scene shifts to yesterday, with Regan tied to the bed, her face covered in cracks, a man's voice coming from her mouth, staring at her as if she were a stranger.
Chris suddenly opened her eyes.
She glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table.
Four o'clock in the morning.
It will be another hour and a half before Chen Yuan and his group arrive.
She took a deep breath, threw off the covers, and got out of bed.
Instead of lying there lost in thought, why not do something?
She put on a coat, went downstairs to the living room, and sat down on the sofa.
The living room was quiet, with only the ticking of the grandfather clock.
The sky outside the window was still dark, but the streetlights shone in, casting a dim yellow patch of light on the ground.
Chris clasped her hands together and closed her eyes.
Lord, please bless Regan...
She prayed silently in her heart.
After an unknown amount of time, the grandfather clock struck five times.
It's five o'clock.
Chris opened her eyes and glanced at the doorway.
There's still half an hour left.
She stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the street outside.
The streetlights were on, but the streets were deserted; there wasn't a soul in sight.
She went back to the sofa and sat down.
Then he stood up again, walked to the door, opened it a crack, and peeked out.
nobody.
She closed the door again and went back to sit on the sofa.
The housekeeper got up at some point and came over with a cup of hot tea.
"Madam, would you like some tea?"
Chris took the teacup, held it in her hands, but didn't drink it.
The warmth of the teacup traveled through the porcelain walls to her palm, which reassured her a little.
She glanced at the clock on the wall again.
5:15.
5:20.
5:25.
5:28.
5:30.
"Knock knock knock".
The knocking sounded right on time.
Chris almost jumped up.
The teacup slipped from his hand and crashed to the ground with a "crack," shards and tea splashing everywhere.
She didn't care about anything else, rushed to the door in three steps, and pulled it open.
There were two people standing outside the door.
Chen Yuan was wearing jeans and a T-shirt, carrying a leather bag in his left hand and a bronze mirror in his right.
Father Iller, dressed in black casual clothes, stood behind Chen Yuan.
Chris looked at them and let out a long breath.
"Come...come in."
Her voice trembled slightly.
She stepped aside to let the two of them into the living room.
The butler had already cleaned up the broken pieces on the ground and came forward, his gaze fixed on Chen Yuan and Father Iller.
"What would you two like to drink? Tea or coffee?"
He turned around to prepare.
"No."
Chen Yuan raised his hand to stop him.
"Let's finish this quickly."
Chris paused for a moment.
She looked at Chen Yuan, then at Father Iller, and nodded.
"OK."
She turned around and led the two of them upstairs.
The stairs weren't long, but every step felt heavy.
Chris's hands gripped the railing, her knuckles turning white.
Her steps were slow, as if she was delaying something, or as if she was gathering something.
I went up to the second floor and stood in the corridor leading to Regan's room.
Chris stopped in her tracks.
She turned around and looked at Chen Yuan and Father Iller.
Then she bent down and bowed deeply.
Please.
When she straightened up, her eyes were already red.
Tears welled up in her eyes, but she couldn't hold them back and they slid down her cheeks.
Father Iller looked at her, his expression hardening.
He suddenly realized that this was not a demonstration meeting, not an occasion for him to "see the world" with Chen Yuan.
This is an exorcism ritual that will determine a girl's fate.
Whether it's life or death, salvation or destruction, it all depends on what happens next.
He instinctively straightened up and gripped his cane tighter.
Then he saw Chen Yuan—
The young man simply nodded, said "Mm," and then walked towards Regan's room.
Father Iller was stunned.
He grabbed Chen Yuan.
"You're going to perform an exorcism like this?"
His voice was very low, but the shock in his tone was impossible to hide.
He looked down at himself; his black casual clothes were neat and proper, a standard "priest's attire."
I looked at Chen Yuan again—
Jeans, T-shirt, sneakers.
Although it doesn't have that big gold chain from yesterday, it looks much better.
But no matter how you look at it, this outfit looks like someone going to the supermarket, not someone going to exorcise demons.
Chen Yuan glanced at him, puzzled.
"What else do you want?"
Father Iller looked a little annoyed.
"Aren't you going to change into something more formal?"
Or perhaps wear a ceremonial robe? Or at least change into some black everyday clothes?
Chen Yuan stared at him and remained silent for two seconds.
Then he gave a speechless look.
"Ile, exorcism isn't about dressing up."
His tone was calm.
"This isn't a video game; dressing well doesn't increase your combat power."
After saying that, he pushed open the door to Regan's room.
The door hinges creaked softly, like something sighing.
The room was filled with a strange smell: sweat, vomit, and an indescribable stench of decay.
On the bed, the little girl in blue pajamas was bound with strips of cloth, her hands and feet spread out in a "T" shape and fixed to the bed.
She turned her head when she heard the door open.
Those eyes were fixed on the doorway.
His gaze swept over Chen Yuan, then past him, and landed on Father Iller, who had followed in behind.
Pazuzu looked at the young man carrying a leather bag and holding a bronze mirror, and then at the old priest leaning on a cane.
In his view, Chen Yuan, who was carrying things, was just a helper; he could be called an assistant, an apprentice, or a porter, whatever.
Father Iller, who was walking behind, was the real threat.
Although this threat is limited to the level of being "a little troublesome".
Pazuzu's lips curled into a mocking smile.
"Iler..."
The sound was rough and unpleasant, like sandpaper rubbing against sheet metal.
"You're so old, aren't you afraid of dying here?"
Father Iller paused for a moment.
He looked at Chen Yuan.
"Will this kill me?"
No, he's just here to watch the fun, is it really that serious?
Chen Yuan did not answer immediately.
He placed the bronze mirror against the wall. The bronze-framed mirror, with its intricately carved patterns, gleamed with an antique luster under the dim light.
Then he opened his bag and took things out one by one.
Three bottles of holy water, four white candles, two images of Saint Joseph, a Bible, a silver badge of Saint Joseph, and an extravagant cross.
Chen Yuan placed these things on the chair next to him before replying.
"Of course that's possible."
He didn't even look up, his tone as calm as if he were talking about the weather.
Those who watch the spectacle die quickly; the wisdom of our ancestors is never wrong.
Pazuzu gave a cold laugh, while Ziguang continued to stare at Father Iller.
"If that's the case, why are you still making a futile struggle?"
Father Iller then looked at Chen Yuan.
"How can this be considered struggling?"
Chen Yuan took out a match, struck one with a "whoosh," and lit the candle.
The candle flame flickered, then settled, casting swaying shadows in the room.