Beauty Roundup: Scientific Exorcism

Chapter 12 Exorcism completed
boom! ! ! ! !
The Winchester M1897 itself is a powerful shotgun. It is extremely powerful at close range, and its striking force can easily explode human limbs or even the entire body.

Although the special salt bomb is not a lead bullet, the damage to the evil spirit under his enchantment is the same as the damage of the lead bullet to the human body.

I saw the lower half of Bathsheba who had just appeared, exploded like a human body bursting. Of course, this was the explosion of resentment, but it was also very realistic. A lot of flesh and blood, internal organs scattered everywhere and then disappeared.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!"

Obviously this blow caused a lot of damage to Bathsheba, and the roar became louder than before, mixed with a howl similar to the pain of a wild animal. It never thought that the damage would be so great, and it was too late to take any action.

The strong sense of danger made Bassheba feel that he should not come here for the first time in his life, but there is no medicine for regret in the world.

Click! ! ! !
Looking at Bathsheba with only half of his body left, Yorks kept moving, continued to pull the pump handle of the Winchester M1897, and pulled the trigger when the cartridge case was ejected.

No nonsense, the first shot just went out, and the second shot followed.

In Ning Weize's memory, he watched too many procrastinating movies and TV shows that led to the destruction of the group, so he, Yorks, would naturally not procrastinate.

boom! ! ! ! !
The Winchester M1897 shook, and the special salt bomb sprayed out once again smashed Bassheba with only half of his body left.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

As the resentment exploded, the howling sound became more intense, and the mixed pain became deeper, so that the howling sound, which was similar to the sound of a wild beast, began to approach the female voice, sharp and full of unwillingness.

Click! ! ! !
Taking advantage of the victory and pursuing, Yorks looked at the head with only a pair of venomous eyes left, and continued to pull the pump handle, and the trigger was already pulled between the ejection of the cartridge case.

boom! ! ! ! !
Those venomous eyes burst instantly, dissipating along with the already thin resentment.

Click! ! !

Seeing that the front was empty and there was no resentment left, Yorks pulled the pump handle again in case of emergency.

But he still frowned subconsciously as he looked at it. He wasn't sure that an evil spirit had just been dealt with by a few shots. He felt it carefully again, and the answer he got was that he really couldn't feel the existence of the evil spirit.

"So weak?"

Yorks, who has always been fighting demons, looked at the unused cross, bible, remaining salt bombs and the last bottle of holy water in the pouch on his chest, and a look of embarrassment flashed across his expression.

This was completely out of his plan. He had prepared so much emotionally, and it was all about shooting ants with cannons, without any sense of accomplishment.

"Forget it, as long as the expulsion is successful, any result is acceptable."

Yorks shook his head and then wiped his eyes with magic power. Looking at the little resentment left, he remained vigilant, and then looked to the other side.

Different from the resentment that has slowly dissipated, there is always a very thin group of resentment there, which is particularly obvious without the cover of thick fog of resentment.

Yorks fell silent and walked up the stairs, but halfway, he paused in the middle of the stairs, crossed his chest and said softly.

"If you want to leave, I can send you here in half an hour. This is a blessing, and it is the Lord's mercy for you..."

After finishing speaking, Yorks went up, took away the cross hanging from the small door, and gently closed the small door.

In the dim light, in the empty basement, a small sobbing sound resounded in the basement, becoming clearer and clearer...

"what's the situation?"

Several loud gunshots had already brought the people in the living room close together.

The adults all surrounded the outside, and the children hid in the protective circle inside.

Officer Brad, holding another Winchester M1897, stared at the stairs like a porcupine with all its spikes stretched out.

"Mr. Ed..."

Brad yelled again, afraid that others would not know that he was nervous.

"Mr. Ed, should we go over and have a look?"

Ed, who was also on the side, grabbed the cross that Yorks had given him and took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind.

"Okay! Just the two of us..."

However, before he could signal to his wife Rowling, Rowling grabbed his hand first.

"Wait, honey, I can't see anything."

Ed was taken aback. He knew his wife's ability. If his wife couldn't see anything, then there were only two situations. Either the demon or evil spirit was so powerful that his wife couldn't touch it, or it was normal.

Ed stared blankly, his eyes widened slightly, Rowling instantly understood what her husband meant, glanced at the extremely nervous Roger's family behind, and nodded silently.

"The evil breath is gone."

Everyone who was already fully alert to the surroundings, and their five senses were more sensitive than before, looked at Rowling with expressions of disbelief and surprise.

"Father really succeeded in expelling it?" Brad still did not relax his vigilance, and his tone was a little hesitant.

"Ah."

In order to confirm, Rowling scanned the house again. Yin and Yang eyes are not omnipotent. In the end, the only way to investigate is the ability to see the supernatural. She is still an ordinary person, but Rowling can still feel that the atmosphere of the house has changed.

"Is this expulsion? Really or not?" Drew on the side looked a little awkward, and he only felt that his three views were showing signs of collapse.

"Only by these few gunshots?"

Ed breathed a sigh of relief, he believed his wife's words.

"Drew, there are still many mysteries in the world, things we don't know, you have to trust Father Yorks..."

Not only Ed, but Drew, who was still awkward, everyone present softened and relieved their extremely tense state.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps coming from the direction of the stairs made their hearts rise to their throats again.

In particular, Brad's movements were particularly violent. He directly raised the Winchester M1897 and pointed it in the direction of the sound source, staring intently at it.

"Amen!"

In the next second, as if they knew what they were doing, a voice came out before the figure appeared.

Hearing this familiar voice, Brad sat down on the ground and smiled wryly as he saw the tall and mighty priest who appeared on the edge of the stairs, carrying Winchester M1897.

"Father, if you don't show up again, my heart will explode!"

After receiving the temporary order, Brad only felt a lot of pressure.

"Officer, you still need more experience..." Yorks slowly put away the shotgun, looked at the crowd and laughed.

"The evil spirits have been expelled successfully, and this place is safe."

When they got the real answer, Roger's family huddled together in an instant, weeping with joy, and they finally didn't have to live the days of fear.

"Ha ha."

Ed and Rowling looked at each other, and they also leaned close to each other, showing sympathetic smiles.

"Okay." Drew shrugged and looked at the priest who made him change his mind, squatted down and patted the shoulder of Officer Brad who was lying on the ground and whispered.

"Dude, you won, I changed my mind."

Brad subconsciously responded, enjoying the pleasure of relaxing after extreme tension.

"how?"

"Evil spirits can be killed with a gun," Drew said.

(End of this chapter)