Thump-thump-thump!!!
Thump-thump-thump!!!
In the morning, urgent knocking echoed through a silent house.
A mature, somewhat weathered man opened the door, looking surprised to see the visitor.
"Mrs. Morsan?"
The visitor was a weary Old woman. York, or Ning Weize in his previous life, knew who she was; she had prayed many times at his church and was a typical believer.
"You are…?"
Upon seeing York, the Old woman clasped her hands together helplessly and pleaded.
"Father Yorkes, please save my daughter."
"Are you referring to Sarah? What happened to her?"
York recalled the quiet, sweet-voiced girl who always accompanied the Old woman; that was his only impression of her.
Hearing her daughter's name, the Old woman's eyes instantly reddened, and she spoke urgently.
"Yes, Father Yorkes."
"I suspect my daughter has been possessed by an evil spirit…"
"Oh my God, she even spoke with a man's voice and attacked me and Sandy. We can only tie her to the bed for now."
"Father, please save my daughter; I feel like my daughter is in great pain…"
"…"
York's eyebrows twitched. As the Old woman spoke, a mechanical voice also sounded in his ear.
Another random quest had appeared.
"Exorcism"
"Please rescue the girl from the devil's grasp"
"Success Reward: Points +5"
"Do you accept the quest?"
York would never refuse such a random quest and accepted it on the spot.
A five-point reward quest wasn't too difficult; if it were hundreds of points, he might have to consider it for a while.
"Mrs. Morsan, don't worry. At this stage, Sarah is still very safe."
Although York's tone was calm, the Old woman remained hesitant.
"But, but…"
York showed a gentle yet confident smile, "Mrs. Morsan, you must believe in the Lord. The Lord will not abandon His believers."
Saying this, York took off the cross hanging around his neck and handed it to the Old woman, whose expression had softened.
"This is a cross soaked in Holy water. Please go back first and hang it on your daughter's bedroom door. It can temporarily stabilize the situation until I arrive."
York's steady voice, combined with the cross in front of her, inexplicably calmed the Old woman's helpless heart.
"Alright… alright, Father."
York's expression remained unchanged, and he said gently, "Go. I'll gather some things and be there shortly."
Having received York's instructions, Mrs. Morsan did not linger.
Watching the Old woman's hurried retreat to her car, York closed the door, walked through the living room, and headed to the room on the right deeper within the house.
Mrs. Morsan was a resident of a nearby community. Perhaps due to his identity and living alone, she often brought him delicious food whenever she came to his church for daily prayers. She was a kind-hearted person, and even without a quest, he would have gone to check on her.
After all, it was the first time he had felt such care since coming to this world, and it gave him a slight sense of belonging to this world.
Besides that, this was also his territory, and he would not allow others or other things to disturb his peaceful life.
Demons or evil spirits were like sources of infectious disease; where there was one, there would be more. If not dealt with promptly, these supernatural occurrences would only increase.
Opening the room door, which contained only normal furnishings, York walked directly to the center, knelt down, and skillfully pulled out a thin rope. He then pulled it upwards, revealing a square opening. York stooped and entered.
This was a basement he had specially built to store exorcism tools, such as firearms, etc., as these items were indeed not suitable to be left out in the open.
After descending just thirteen steps, he reached level ground.
Here, the smell of maintenance was unusually strong. Walking through a passage, York reached the end, and a warehouse-like space appeared before him.
The vast space was filled with over thirty wooden shelves, like a warehouse full of miscellaneous items. Its overall area was even larger than the house above.
But these were no ordinary sundries. Looking at the dazzling array of firearms and various tools, York pursed his lips.
According to Mrs. Morsan's description, Sarah's condition was most likely demonic or evil spirit possession. He was very experienced in dealing with such things; it was practically second nature to him.
Walking past shelves filled with firearms and homemade salt, mercury, and lead bullets, York arrived at the third shelf.
This shelf held various church items, such as so-called Holy water, crosses, talismans, and willow branches for sprinkling water, etc.—basically all the tools seen in exorcism movies.
Recalling the films he had watched in his previous life, York shook his head with some emotion, picked up the backpack next to him, and selected one of each type of item to put inside.
If he were just an ordinary priest, these common tools might be enough, but his method of exorcism was somewhat special… York picked up the backpack and continued to the next shelf.
Compared to all the other shelves, the items on this one were somewhat unusual, filled with bottles and jars, and even syringes. It was a chaotic assortment. If not for the firearms nearby, an uninformed person might think they had entered a hospital.
"A hallucinogen that can instantly plunge someone into a certain fantasy." York murmured, picking up a bottle of labeled hallucinogen and putting it into his backpack.
"Plus a powerful tranquilizer." York then took another bottle of tranquilizer and put it in.
Not just these two bottles, but various other miscellaneous drugs were also placed inside. These were all his specially formulated drugs, powerful and safe.
"And finally…" York picked up his backpack and walked towards the first shelf.
Although it was primarily filled with firearms—Desert Eagle, shotguns, sniper rifles, everything imaginable—there was also a set of needle-firing guns similar to firearms.
After placing the pistol-model needle-firing gun inside, the preliminary preparations were largely complete. The last step was to put on his priestly robes.
"Basic Priest Robe"
"Defense: 6"
"Durability: 6/10"
Done… The community where the Old woman lived was the Boston Community, separated from his location by one community, which was the Tem Community.
However, the public order in the Tem Community had recently deteriorated. He didn't know why, but gangs were rampant, there were many runaway kids, and drug addicts filled the streets.
Just as he passed the middle section and walked onto a street, York saw a group of young men gathered in a pedestrian tunnel.
These people perfectly matched his impression: young and skipping school to smoke.
He had intended to ignore them and walk past, but one of the buzz-cut youths in the group, smoking a cigarette like a tough guy, shouted at him from over ten meters away.
"Hey!! Father!!"
York, with his backpack, glanced at him but paid no mind.
"I am your loyal believer!" the buzz-cut youth yelled arrogantly, his voice loud and completely unconcerned.
"May I ask you a question!!"