Exorcists with various strange abilities were something they had seen before.
But controlling evil was truly a first.
From the performance of this child's abilities, his growth potential is very strong, and if he can grow, he will be a very powerful partner in the future.
However, Lorraine guessed that this ability should have a negative effect.
If John is tempted to fall, that would be a huge problem for the Church.
Conversely, it is very likely they will gain a powerful external helper in the future.
So, the Warren couple was willing to write a letter of recommendation for the Church, but only if John could prove he could fully control the Terrifier would they truly introduce him.
Of course, they were also willing to help John.
John did not know the Warren couple's inner thoughts; he wanted to become an exorcist from beginning to end for the privileged status.
An exorcist can avoid too much trouble, and when facing supernatural events, he has a legitimate reason to intervene without arousing suspicion from others.
Coupled with the Church connection, many privileged classes would open up to him.
After all, no one is not afraid of death.
The richer they are, the more they fear death.
After John withdrew the Terrifier.
The first thing Warren did was pat John on the shoulder and encouraged him.
"We'll write the letter of recommendation as soon as we get back. If you encounter supernatural phenomena, try to leave and report it to the Church or notify us. That's not something you can handle right now."
Lorraine also said softly, "If you encounter any trouble you can't solve, you can contact me anytime."
The Warren couple was very concerned about John; teenagers are most easily tempted and corrupted by evil.
If they weren't too busy, they would even want to stay and conduct a thorough review and investigation of John's psychological and family issues.
Now they can only contact him by phone, and when they have free time, the Warren couple will go to John's home immediately to assess his abilities.
John nodded.
"I will, Mr. Warren."
The three exchanged phone numbers.
The Warren couple then left the University of California.
They were very busy; there were supernatural events everywhere that needed to be handled, and they had to discern the true from the false. John was the only person worth their time.
As for others, like Lance P.'s interviews, they were all refused.
This made Lance P. even turn his thoughts to John, but the latter refused even more straightforwardly, and then drove home with Trish and Daley.
When John first arrived at Daley's old, broken-down car, he fell into contemplation.
In the past, he always traveled in a Mercedes or Rolls-Royce.
Now suddenly switching to…
An old vintage car, would it really not get stuck in traffic?
"How is it?" Daley asked rather proudly, for someone his age, owning a small four-wheeler was already something to be very proud of.
John's myriad words ultimately turned into a single "Not bad."
Then he called a service attendant to fill up the gas.
After filling up.
Daley and John got into the car, with Daley driving. They still had to pick up his sister at a hotel near the University of California.
...
It was a bright and sunny weekend.
After Daley drove the vintage car out of the city, he turned onto a country road, driving with one hand and resting the other on the car window, occasionally glancing at the scenery outside.
If John hadn't sponsored the car fare, he really wouldn't have dared to take the slow country road.
In the back seat.
Trish was chatting excitedly with John; the journey was boring, and her brother would only argue with her.
John, as an outsider, naturally became the target of Trish's talkativeness.
John was also quite happy to chat with Trish; her soft blonde hair shimmered in the sunlight. That golden hair color, combined with fair skin and deep eyes, was pleasing to the eye no matter how you looked at it.
A tight red camisole outlined her chest, and her long legs were tightly wrapped in a pair of jeans, perfectly showcasing her figure.
"John, are you a Chinese international student?"
"Yes."
"Why did you suddenly come to California?"
"Because I'm very interested in the supernatural."
"Wow, you're really amazing. The Warren couple only stayed for a short while for you."
Trish was not stingy with her praise.
John just smiled at the words.
Daley, in the front driver's seat, suddenly asked, "John, can you drive?"
John: "No."
Daley continued to ask, "Why?"
John said helplessly, "Because the butler doesn't let me drive. He says driving is a dangerous activity."
Daley fell silent, but his peer's self-esteem did not allow him to bow his head.
"Where do you live?"
"More specifically?"
"Collingwood Manor near Round Clam Town."
Daley hadn't spoken yet, but Trish exclaimed in surprise. Collingwood Manor was quite famous in Florida.
With ancestors who were witches and vampires, it was hard not to be famous.
The Chinese international student in front of her was actually the owner of Collingwood Manor; it seemed a bit impossible no matter how you looked at it.
However, that was the truth, and John was too lazy to explain.
Explaining it would only diminish his value.
Daley, however, truly didn't believe it and even suggested going to Collingwood Manor to see it.
When he said this, he tried to find signs of panic and guilt on John's face, but there were none.
From beginning to end, John remained indifferent.
John could answer all of Trish's various questions, so much so that by the end, Trish's eyes sparkled when she looked at John—don't misunderstand, it was purely admiration for strength.
Trish also wanted to visit Collingwood Manor, even if it was just to take a few photos to show off to those little bitches at school.
Daley drove bored and felt dull.
His gaze flickered, and he suddenly noticed a strangely dressed person by the side of the road. In this weather, everyone wished they could just wear shorts.
Here was someone wearing a black, oversized coat and a wide-brimmed hat. Wasn't that strange?
Daley told them about it.
His sister, Trish, wasn't interested. She kept sitting next to John, chatting, getting closer and closer until their thighs were touching, and both could feel the contact caused by the occasional bumps in the car.
Facing the curious Trish, John, instead, didn't look at her and started chatting with Daley.
The specific details were about the strange person by the roadside.
This made Trish very dissatisfied with her brother; they were chatting nicely, and he just had to butt in.
What was there to talk about about a strange person by the roadside?
In fact, the two chatted more and more excitedly.
Until an old truck silently followed behind them, which startled Daley.
He honked to signal the truck to go first, but the truck not only didn't go first but slammed into the rear of the vintage car.
The car shook violently.
Trish was almost thrown forward by the inertia, but fortunately, John reached out and wrapped his arm around Trish's waist, pulling her back.
"Holy crap, what's wrong with you?"
Daley couldn't help but stick his head out the window and curse at the back.
This curse seemed to ignite the truck driver's anger; without any reply, the collisions came more fiercely.
You can talk to my truck about it.
The vintage car was almost totaled. Seeing his brother still cursing, Trish, nestled in John's arms, told him to calm down.
Getting into a conflict with a large truck would only result in them getting hurt.
If something went wrong, they could have a car accident.
Their lives would be lost.
"That truck doesn't want to let us go," Daley said loudly as he made several evasive maneuvers, looking in the rearview mirror and turning the steering wheel.
Finally, it ended with the vintage car almost being scrapped and having to swerve off the road.
Daley stared intently at the truck; although he couldn't see very clearly, he was sure that the driver was the same strangely dressed person who had been standing by the roadside earlier.
Trish was still shaken.
John, on the other hand, had already observed everything clearly through the phantom card.
"Traces of the containment object, Jeepers Creepers, detected."
Jeepers Creepers, plus Trish and Daley, this wasn't just Jeepers Creepers?
It's all here.
Compared to the Mutant cannibal.
Although the Jeepers Creepers can also be called a cannibal, the combat power of the two is not on the same level at all.
One mutated by chemical waste.
One is a pure horror creature that has been dormant for decades and has just woken up. Not only does he have regenerative abilities, but he also has flight and powerful defense.
How strong is his defense? Gatling gun fire can be ignored.
He is completely a sky version of the Evil Spirit Wendigo.
Of course, the second stage might not be comparable, but it's still extremely good.
This is at least an elite monster.