Beauty Roundup: Scientific Exorcism

Chapter 58 Acquaintances
The specific manifestations of being possessed by demons are generally very obvious and present in several ways.

The first is the change in voice and intonation. People who are possessed by demons generally have a deep and low voice, with a horrible and evil atmosphere, similar to the tone of a beast neighing, hoarse and cold, full of malice and ridicule.

Furthermore, there will be drastic changes in personality, and extreme violent impulses may be displayed, destroying and attacking people and objects around them.

A step further is the second stage.

This second stage may have the appearance of demonic power, which is manifested in the sudden abnormal twisting and spasm of the body, and the uncontrollable contraction and twisting of muscles.

This change makes the protagonist's movements stiff and uncoordinated, giving people an unnatural and terrifying feeling.

The most terrifying thing is that the host can show an inhuman scene, turning into a gecko and hanging on the wall.

This is the origin of various joint skills in film and television.

When this step is reached, the host's life is already in danger to a certain extent.

"..."

Through the old man's narration, Yorks also breathed a sigh of relief.

Due to the fact that the old man is religious and has accumulated enough knowledge, his own knowledge reserve has some knowledge points about demons.

So when the demon had just entered the first stage, it was directly controlled by the old man and his family in the room. When they learned that he was here, they immediately looked for it.

The whole process is very organized.

This is probably the reason why a family is as old as a treasure. Yorks subconsciously glanced at the old man next to him, and found that the old man was still anxious and frightened, so he habitually comforted him.

"Don't worry, Mr. Wilbur, now is not the most dangerous time."

The underlying meaning is peace of mind and can be resolved.

The old man's expression softened instantly, and his voice was still trembling.

"God bless."

Seeing this, Yorks glanced at Robert who was in charge of carrying the bag again, only to see hesitation and bewilderment on the other side's face, but no fear, a face of ignorance and fearlessness...

"Amen."

Withdrawing his gaze, Yorks made the sign of the cross on his chest, opened the door and walked in.

The layout of the house also came into view.

The living room on the right, the kitchen on the left, the stairs in the middle, and the side path leads directly to the backyard.

It was no different from the layout of other houses, but Yorks could feel the evil aura in it, and then he raised his head, but his gaze was a little hesitant.

"Although... But why do you feel that there is a familiar smell?"

Then Robert, who followed, looked east and west, and saw the priest suddenly stop in front of the stairs. He grabbed the cross on his chest and became a little nervous.

"Father Yorks, is there a question?"

These words also made the old man Wilbur start to feel uneasy again, his cloudy eyes fixed on the priest in front of him.

"No."

Yorks shook his head, and continued to go up the stairs. Every time he stepped on a step, his eyes gradually changed from hesitation to surprise, and finally looked at the deep room.

The roaring inside can already be heard here, the hoarseness like a knife cutting makes the scalp tingle.

"Ughhhhhhh!!"

Just the roar can make ordinary people instinctively feel a sense of evil, and even affect the atmosphere around the room.

It's cold, dark, and the light refracts into it like it's been swallowed.

This is an indescribable feeling, as if you know that the person in front of you is a murderer, you will naturally react accordingly, it has nothing to do with how brave you are.

Robert, who was in good condition at first, shrunk his body as a man about 1.8 meters tall, and became even smaller.
The old man Wilbur, who is the person involved, can still hold it back, he said nervously.

"Father..."

"It's all right, Mr. Wilbur."

Yorks comforted the old man again, and then took the backpack from Robert's hand.

"Robert, wait for me here."

Robert was startled, thinking that the priest misunderstood that he was afraid, "Father Yorks, I can actually go in..."

As soon as he said this, he was interrupted by Yorks.

"No, this is enough, Robert."

For a moment, Robert could only stay where he was, not knowing what to say.

Yorks ignored it, and walked slowly towards the deep house with his backpack in one hand. It was already the limit for him to let Robert, who wanted to help, carry his backpack here.

His exorcism rule is that only family members can accompany him, otherwise it will be one-on-one.

As if feeling the loss of the young man, the old man Wilbur patted Robert's shoulder.

"Son, the priest is doing it for your own good. Facing the devil is not as simple as you imagined..."

Robert pursed his lips and nodded.

"I see."

Hearing this, the old man Wilbur forced a smile, didn't stay any longer, and followed the priest's footsteps.

"Roar!!"

"..."

When I walked to the door, I felt more intuitive. The roar echoed in my mind, and the erosion of the darkness I faced deepened.

To prevent the old man's spirit from being invaded by demons, Yorks silently consumed a little magic power to clear the dark air lingering around the old man.

[A bit of magic has been used]
When the magic power appeared, there was a reaction inside: "! Damn it! I smell something!"

"Uhhhhh..."

After completing this step, Yorks ignored the roar inside and unscrewed the handle to open the door.

As the door opened, everything in the room came into view.

In an ordinary room, with routine operations, a middle-aged woman who was tied up was lying on the bed, tossing and rolling back and forth.

His face was dark and dark, his face seemed to be full of oil and water stains after several days of sleeplessness, and his eyes had changed. This was the demon's preparation for entering the second stage.

She was facing the door, staring at Yorks and the old man who appeared at the door, screaming continuously with her drooling mouth open.

"Roar!!!! Damn lackeys!!!"

Yorks looked indifferent, looking at the victim in front of him, but there were memories and emotions in his eyes.

"No, you know, I'm not a running dog, but the Lord's spokesperson."

As if to prove that the middle-aged woman who was still screaming non-stop with Yorks' expression, stopped abruptly at this moment.

As if the stop button was pressed, the whole room returned to calm.

She tilted her head, and the pupils that had begun to change stared at the calm priest. She seemed to be confirming while being puzzled, and the pupils gradually increased in a human way in the next second.

"Chet!! Damn it! Is this your place too?"

This clear familiar accent and strange words made the old man Wilbur, who had been tightening his body, be stunned. He subconsciously glanced at his daughter on the bed who made him feel strange and frightened.

With just such a glance, the old man suddenly found that his daughter, who had a ferocious face, somehow regained his composure, and instead showed a very strange and resentful expression.

"what's the situation?"

The old man stared blankly at the priest beside him with a calm face.

As if he could sense the old man's gaze, Yorks smiled and didn't explain. He just pulled the stool on the desk next to him, put it on the side of the bed, and then sat down. The backpack he had been carrying was also placed under his feet.

All in one go.

After finishing this step, Yorks looked at the middle-aged woman in front of him, and he smiled gently.

"The entire New York State is within my scope of responsibility, that is to say, here too."

"Chet! Damn it!"

The words sounded like a man and a beast, and the middle-aged woman seemed to be speechless. She shrugged her shoulders and stretched out her hands, staring at York Shidao who was sitting by the bed with her gray pupils.

"I finally came up!"

The conversation was very weird, and it directly turned the originally terrifying atmosphere in a strange direction, and the old man Wilbur, who was huddled at the door, showed a bewildered expression...

　Because of a happy event, I was too drunk to drink, and was drained by four cups.

　　My face was blushing and my head was dizzy, so there was only one chapter today.

　　Feel sorry……

　　But don't worry, the author has already bought coffee, and it will be on the shelves in the future!
　　Let's see if I can write three chapters tomorrow to make up for it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)