Seeing Kelly in such a state, York couldn't help but laugh, his limbs remaining still while a deep red necromantic circle instantly formed under his feet.
This necromantic circle not only amplified necromantic abilities but also connected to known information, allowing the caster to instantly locate the other party.
Of course, there were other uses, but for York, this necromantic circle was like a trap he had set.
In an instant, as the circle emitted a deep red glow, York reached out to the bristling Kelly, his gaze ice cold as he uttered a phrase.
"If you won't listen, then die!"
As his words fell, the space around York instantly turned into a dark void.
The only light was where he stood.
A fearful voice roared.
York stared at the dirty thing he had grabbed by the throat with his right hand.
It was a swollen, pale man with a face so bruised and twisted that his features were indiscernible, his eyes bulging, and fluids and foam leaking from his mouth and nose, all consistent with the characteristics of drowning.
Yet, those bulging eyes conveyed a certain fear.
As if he couldn't believe that the man before him had instantly grasped his essence, his struggles or attempts to do anything seemed futile.
The man before him was like a true master, holding the throat of his fate.
"I told you to leave, you didn't... "
York, expressionless, stared at the spirit in front of him, which appeared extremely fearful and struggled incessantly.
"Do you really think I couldn't catch you?"
The man with the terrifying face struggled while turning his head to look at the surrounding darkness, roaring as if conveying some message.
Roar!
This roar made the unseen darkness around them noisy with whispers and murmurs.
"Heh."
York chuckled lightly, crushing the spirit in front of him on the spot as easily as crushing an ant, turning it into a slowly fading black mist.
Meanwhile.
In the real world, Kelly, who had been controlled in the air, lost consciousness and slowly fell to the ground.
After this, York then looked around the darkness.
The space he was in was another world, the world of souls, a resting place for spirits and other dirty things.
Mediums like the Warren couple and Rowling could enter it.
But when a person enters, the scent and vitality they emit are like a poisonous drug to these dirty things, a drug that tempts them to recklessly vie for it, allowing them to enter the human world.
Mediums generally can only enter gradually, and once they delve deeper, not to mention getting lost and unable to find their way back, just the dirty things in the depths can instantly endanger their lives, without any reason to speak of.
It's very dangerous for humans, including souls, to enter this world.
Under the roar of the man he had crushed, York could see: the surrounding darkness began to reveal terrifying, bizarrely shaped spirits.
Densely packed, like people stacked upon people without gaps, everywhere you look was boundless, without any concept of number.
This scene would probably make any ordinary person or medium freeze on the spot.
The overall feeling was like being an ant surrounded by giants, so insignificant.
However, this was only for mediums or the weak.
For him...
York, calm as still water, looked at the gathering dirty things, still able to utter such a phrase.
"Seems like the deep layers, huh."
However, when his words fell, York's calm demeanor turned cold, and he calmly uttered one word.
"Scram!"
The void seemed to solidify, an invisible, overwhelming momentum spread out from York as its center.
Untouchable.
York released the mental power he had always been suppressing, simultaneously linking it with the magic within his body, allowing the surroundings to be pressed into a sticky ripple.
This sweeping momentum also made the surrounding gathering dirty things stop their whispering murmurs, like demonic sounds, and also made these sneaky creatures, ready to attack, slowly retreat from their static state.
York, expressionless, looked beyond the darkness and the gathering spirits, as if staring at some entities in the deepest part, and they looked back at him.
Every world has its strong beings, and of course, a world inhabited by spirits of the dead would have powerful entities.
But, York had no reason to fear.
Simply because his current strength, to put it in one sentence, if he wanted to enter the state he was in at the Saint Cata Monastery, he could easily do so, although his essence hadn't changed.
But with 201 points equaling a 201-fold increase in magical power plus 221 points of mental/sacred power, he already had the confidence to face anything.
201*221 equals 44421 points of mental/sacred power.
York didn't know what this 44,421 points could do in an instant, whether it could face a demon of Satan's level directly, but now, he felt enough to deal with a situation of ghostly surveillance.
Clearly, these deep-layer dirty things knew he was not to be trifed with and began to disappear one by one until nothing was left.
Even the deepest layer, invisible yet terrifying entities, just stared at him without making any moves.
"That's it..."
York withdrew his gaze, casually waving his hand to disconnect from this world.
In the blink of an eye, York, when he reopened his eyes, had already returned to the real world.
This experience, akin to an out-of-body experience, was not his first.
So, York felt nothing special, his gaze moving downwards, looking at Kelly, who had fainted on the ground, confirming that there were no traces of dirty things on him, and then left the place.
"Father?" Haley didn't know what he had done in that instant and subconsciously mustered the courage to ask as he approached.
"How is Kelly?"
"He's fine now." York put away his previous coldness, showing a hint of warmth.
"The dirty thing inside him has been driven away."
"Really? Is Kelly really okay?" Anxi's eyes widened, then confirmed.
"Of course."
Hearing this, Anxi hurriedly ran to Kelly, who had collapsed on the ground.
Leaving Haley alone.
Seeing Haley's moved expression, York patted her shoulder, only saying one thing.
"Study hard, and remember the words I told you, no matter when."
"I will, Father York." Haley, feeling the warmth on her shoulder, took a deep breath.
She certainly remembered those words: "Do not attempt to manipulate forces or things you do not understand."
"Go on."
York withdrew his hand, looked back once, Anxi was trying to help Kelly up, but it was a bit difficult due to her lack of strength.
"Say hello to your mother for me, thank her for her continuous donations, and also tell her that this money will be used in the winter charity event."
Haley was stunned, wanting to say something.
But York had already withdrawn his hand, stepping past her towards the open door.
Seeing this, Haley, looking at the broad back already at the door, could only say one thing.
"Father York, I will convey your words exactly as you said to my mother."
York waved his hand, walking out of the house, and while stepping onto the lawn, he took out his phone, intending to call John Wick.
But at the moment of dialing, thinking of something, York
stopped his actions, looked up at the car parked on the roadside, and finally shook his head.
"Let's forget it, can't disturb the actions of the killer god, if there's really something, he will naturally call."
"That's the killer god in my heart, should have some confidence."
York's lips curved up silently, putting away his phone, and walked towards the car.
However, at the same time.
The John Wick he had confidence in had already appeared in another community.
He was in the car, taking out his phone to confirm the target villa on the left by comparing it to the house number, then silently preparing his equipment.
As a killer, John Wick had his own rhythm. He just picked up the TTI Viper pistol, using 9mm caliber, with a magazine capacity of 21 rounds, equipped with a built-in compensator, virtually recoilless, and tucked it into his belt.
This pistol was designed as a top-tier combat handgun, one of his preferred firearms.
If it were before, he might just take a pistol and enter this villa, after all, it's just to snatch a sculpture hand.
But now, having seen the monsters from another world, he had to change his plans.
John Wick casually picked up the TTI Dracarys Gen-12 shotgun, equipped with steel core armor-piercing shells, then slung a belt of 12-gauge steel core armor-piercing shells over his shoulder and got out of the car.
He didn't believe there was any monster that could withstand this kind of armor-piercing special steel core bullet.
John Wick casually closed the car door and looked left and right before entering the house.
Luckily, there weren't many people on the streets of this community.
John Wick began walking towards the house with strides that conveyed an extremely strong sense of efficiency and decisiveness.
As he stepped onto the villa's lawn, John Wick's gaze became even more serene, his senses fully open.
More serious than ever, because this was the first task the priest had assigned him, and also his first time dealing with a supernatural event alone.
However, what made his ears twitch was the very noisy commotion coming from inside the villa.
John Wick glanced at the villa's lower windows with his peripheral vision.
He could see some shadows moving non-stop.
"Is there a party going on?"
John Wick walked to the door, already having a rough idea of what was happening inside.
According to his intuition, this was probably a gathering for Halloween, a preparation phase before the Halloween celebration.
Without hesitation, John Wick raised the shotgun to the door lock and fired directly.
Bang!
This clean shot directly shattered the door lock, causing the people inside to scream.
John Wick, in a very standard combat stance, held the gun with both hands and quickly entered the house, aiming directly at the source of the screams.
As he expected, a group of young people, both men and women, totaling eight, were gathered in the living room, inhaling something.
At that moment, John Wick's eyes flashed with disappointment, disappointed that these people seemed to be ordinary and not the imagined monsters or anything like that.
Ordinary, with no abnormalities.
"Don't move!"
Seeing these young people trying to escape in all directions, John Wick reversed his grip on the Viper pistol at his waist, shot one of the first movers in the calf, and said in a deep voice.
"Move, and you die!"
With the gunshot, the first to run fell to the ground, hindered by the injury, screaming in pain.
The rapid gunfire and the piercing screams also made the remaining seven, who were about to run, stop in their tracks, trembling non-stop.
"Don't kill me!"
"Don't kill me, please..."
A girl collapsed on the ground, tears flowing non-stop from fear.
Everyone was the same, and for a moment, only the screams of the young man holding his calf filled the room.
Seeing the situation under control, John Wick directly aimed at the host, who he had memorized from the photo, and walked towards him with trembling arms.
"Are you David?"
The owner of the sculpture hand, David, was too scared to speak.
John Wick casually fired a shot at the ceiling.
"Answer me!"
Bang! This shot made everyone cry, and it also made David come to his senses. He hurriedly replied, ignoring the tears in his eyes.
"Yes! I'm David."
He still had some wit, quickly adding.
"Don't kill me! Please don't kill me! If you want something, just take it, I won't call the police.
Right! My parents' room has over thirty thousand dollars, and some valuable jewelry, and, and there's over seven thousand dollars in the drawer in my room, you... you can take it all, please don't kill us..."
His voice was already choked with sobs.
If York were here, he might say, "Good grief, John, that's enough."
But John Wick, as a top-tier killer, hardened by a life of violence, ignored David and the young people's pitiful appearances, reholstered the Viper pistol, and took out his phone to find the picture of the sculpture hand, showing it to David.
This action made David shudder, thinking he was about to die, but the next second, a sentence made him snap back to reality.
"Is this sculpture hand with you? Or is it here with you?"
Expecting an end to it all, what John Wick didn't expect was for the young man in front of him to answer in a breathless, sobbing tone.
"No... it's not here, please don't kill me, you can take it..."
Ignoring the rest, John Wick frowned.
"This sculpture hand isn't in your possession?"
"No... it's not mine, someone else gave it to me, he said it could give people a very special pleasure, better... better than drugs."
David was in tears, pitiful to the observer, but his mind was very clear. Sensing something, although very afraid, he continued in a trembling voice.
"I... already returned it to him, but, but I know where he is, if you want that sculpture hand, you can go directly to him."
But John Wick seemed not to notice, continuing to ask.
"Where is that man now!"
David's eyes showed a glimmer of hope as he blurted out a series of addresses, detailed down to the house number.
John Wick silently noted the address, then looked at the group of young people, knocked David out on the spot, and did the same to the rest of the young people, including the one shot in the calf.
Of course, John Wick wouldn't let the young man shot in the calf bleed to death. He roughly bandaged the wound with a torn shirt, casually picked up a phone from the table, and called 911.
After clearly stating someone was shot and giving the detailed address, he skillfully hung up the call and discarded the phone before leaving.
Done.
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