Knock, knock, knock!!!
Knock, knock, knock!!!
In the early morning, urgent knocking sounds echoed through a silent house.
A mature man with a hint of vicissitude opened the door, surprised by the visitor.
"Mrs. Mozang?"
The visitor was a weary old woman, whom York, or Joseph Johnson from a previous life, recognized. She had prayed many times in his church, a typical believer.
"What's the matter?"
Upon seeing York, the old woman clasped her hands together, pleading.
"Father York, please save my daughter."
"Are you talking about Sarah? What happened to her?"
York recalled the quiet, sweet-voiced girl who always followed the old woman. His only impression of her was just that.
Hearing her daughter's name, the old woman's eyes instantly reddened, and she said hurriedly.
"Yes, Father York,"
"I suspect my daughter has been possessed by an evil spirit..."
"Oh God, she even made a man's voice, and even attacked me and Sandy. We can only tie her to the bed for now."
"Father, please save my daughter, I feel she is in great pain..."
...
York's expression changed slightly with the old woman's story, as a mechanical sound echoed in his ears.
A random task had arrived.
[Exorcism]
[Rescue the girl from the devil's hands]
[Success Reward: Points +5]
[Accept the task?]
York would not refuse such a random task and accepted it on the spot.
A five-point reward task was not considered very difficult; if it were a hundred points, he might have to think about it.
"Mrs. Mozang, don't worry, at this stage, Sarah is still safe."
Although York spoke calmly, the old woman was still hesitant.
"But, but..."
York showed a gentle and confident smile, "Mrs. Mozang, have faith in the Lord, He will not abandon His believers."
Saying that, York took off the cross hanging around his neck and handed it to the old woman, now calmer in face.
"This cross has been soaked in holy water. Please go back and hang it at the door of your daughter's room. It will stabilize the situation temporarily before I arrive."
York's steady voice, along with the cross in front of her, inexplicably calmed the old woman's helpless heart.
"Okay... okay, Father."
With unchanged expression, York gently said, "Go on, I'll grab some things and follow shortly."
After receiving York's instructions, Mrs. Mozang did not stay long.
Watching the old woman hurry to her car, York closed the door, walked through the living room, and headed towards a room deep on the right.
Mrs. Mozang was a resident of a nearby community, possibly due to his status and living alone, she often brought delicious food to his church for daily prayers, a kind person, even without a task, he would go to see her.
It was the first care he felt after coming to this world, giving him a sense of belonging to this world.
Besides, this was his territory, he did not allow anyone or anything to disturb his peaceful life.
Demons or evil spirits were like contagious diseases, if there's one, there will be more. If not cleaned up in time, these paranormal events would only increase.
Opening the door to the room, which looked like a normal setup, York went straight to the center, crouched down, and fumbled for a thin rope, then pulled it up, revealing a square opening. York bent down and entered.
This was his specially built basement for storing exorcism tools, such as firearms, which indeed were not good to be displayed openly.
After descending just thirteen steps to the ground, the scent of preservation grew strong. Walking through the corridor, York arrived at a space similar to a warehouse at the end.
The vast space was filled with over thirty wooden racks, like a warehouse full of miscellaneous items, even larger than the house above.
But miscellaneous or not, seeing the variety of firearms and tools on the racks, York's lips twitched.
According to Mrs. Mozang's description, Sarah's situation was most likely possession by a demon or evil spirit, something York was very experienced in handling, almost routine.
Passing by racks filled with firearms and homemade salt bullets, mercury bullets, and lead bullets, York arrived at the third rack.
This rack held church items, such as so-called holy water, crosses, tokens, and willow branches for sprinkling water, basically tools seen in exorcism movies.
Recalling movies from his previous life, York shook his head with a sigh, took a backpack nearby, and picked one of each type to put in.
If it were just an ordinary priest, these common tools might be enough, but his method of exorcism was a bit special...
York picked up the backpack and continued to the next rack.
Compared to all other racks, this one had some peculiar items, filled with bottles and jars, even syringes, if not for the firearms nearby, one might think they were in a hospital.
"A hallucinogenic drug that can instantly plunge people into a fantasy." York muttered, picking up a bottle of the noted hallucinogenic drug and putting it into the backpack.
"And a strong sedative." York added a bottle of sedative to the bag.
Not just these two bottles, but various other specially made drugs with strong and safe effects were also put in.
"And the last one..." York picked up the backpack and walked to the first rack.
Although it was filled with firearms, from Desert Eagles to shotguns and sniper rifles, there was also a set of needle-firing guns resembling pistol models.
Putting the needle-firing gun model into the bag, the preparations were almost complete, the last step was to put on the clerical robe.
[Basic Clerical Robe]
[Defense: 6]
[Durability: 6/10]
Done...
Mrs. Mozang's community was in the Boston community, separated from his location by the Tem community.
However, the security in the Tem community had recently deteriorated, with rampant gangs and many truant kids on the streets, full of drug addicts.
Just passing through the middle section to a street, York saw a group of young men gathered in a pedestrian tunnel.
These people fit his image perfectly, young kids skipping school to smoke.
He intended to ignore them, but one of the bald young men, smoking like a thug from ten meters away, shouted at him.
"Hey!! Father!!"
York, carrying a backpack, glanced at them but did not respond.
"I am your loyal believer!" the bald young man shouted arrogantly, with no concern for the volume.
"Can I ask you a question!!"
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