Beauty Roundup: Scientific Exorcism

Chapter 62 Andre

The door opened, attracting the attention of Robert, who had been walking in the aisle. He saw Yorks appearing, and rushed to meet him.

"Father Yorks!"

"Shh!"

Yorks shook his head and signaled for a low voice. He looked back at the father and daughter who were still embracing and expressing love to each other, and finally hung his cross on the doorplate.

"Let's go."

Saying so, Yorks handed the backpack to Robert, the current first clerk of the Pluto Church, and walked out beside him.

"Ah, yes, Father."

Robert nodded ignorantly. When he saw the crying father and daughter in the room, he felt a little extra in his heart. He hugged his backpack tightly and hurriedly followed the priest's footsteps.

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The free food truck made a solid lap and finally returned.

Yorks also worked steadily as a psychological counselor and listener all the way, and preached the glory of the Lord all the way, and was finally sent back to the church.

"Father Yorks, I'm going back first." The young man in the driver's seat stretched out his head to greet him.

Yorks carried his backpack and waved his hand.

"Well, be careful on the road."

"I will, Father."

The young man in charge of the pick-up nodded earnestly, then drove the car away slowly.

Watching the rear of the car disappear before his eyes, Yorks glanced around.

The streets on both sides are clean and empty, only the sound of the fallen leaves of the red maple as a street tree.

The American Red Maple, one of the most popular street trees, has leaves that change color with the seasons, from green in spring to yellow in fall, mixed with red or orange.

"Has autumn come..."

Yorks looked at the fallen leaves mixed with yellow leaves, paused for a long time before turning and entering the church.

Overall, today's trip was rewarding. In addition to triggering a random mission to get five attribute points, it also gained a large number of potential believers.

The accumulation of these potential believers will not only increase the donation of his Pluto church that can be exchanged for attribute points, but also increase the probability of triggering random tasks for him.

So without that bad news, today would be a good day for Yorks.

Unfortunately……

"Satan."

Yorks narrowed his eyes, remembering the meaning of the name.

Satan, the Chinese name of Satan, has different opinions in previous lives, and each has its own theory, but Yorks clearly knows that it belongs to a title of Satan, the king of hell.

"It seems that it is necessary to go to those sealed places and take a look..."

Having made a certain decision, Yorks felt much better. He carried his backpack and stopped in front of the Jesus statue, made the sign of the sign of the cross and walked into the lounge.

"I'm back, Amen..."

It didn't take long for Yorks to wear a new robe and sit on the stool under the statue of Jesus again, processing the obtained attribute points.

Although there are only five pitiful points, but they are double-quality attribute points, then the gains from these points are already very rich.

Yorks is still adding points according to his own ideas, focusing on the evolution of the physical body with health points, and secondary support for other attributes.

"Three points of life..."

Move your mind at will, and the available points on the panel + 5 will consume three points in an instant.

[Add points successfully]
[HP increased from 117 to 120]

"Two points of physique..." Remembering that he had just added magic power, Yorks chose to add the last two points to his all-round physique including strength, endurance, reaction sensitivity, speed, etc.

[Add points successfully]
[All-round physical fitness increased from 32 to 34]

[...]
"call……"

The familiar feeling exploded in his body, facing the consistent statue of Jesus, Yorks clasped his fists in front of his chest, and slowly closed his eyes.

Sincerely pray for the emergence of random tasks.

In order to be able to cope with everything, he needs to become stronger and more powerful. He wants to be anything and everyone feared.

For a long time, time passed bit by bit, until the bright red light outside penetrated the floor-to-ceiling glass of the hall and sprinkled on the hall.

until darkness invades.

Yorks' prayer was officially over, and the feeling in his body had long since disappeared.

"Another day has passed."

Yorks probably recalled what he had done today and shook his head. Looking at the dark hall, he got up and walked slowly to the candle holder next to him.

White candles are a must for churches, but after several nights of burning, the candles on the shelves on both sides have almost burned to the end, and at most they can only last for tonight.

The important thing is that the stocks in the church include some necessary items, which he has also used up, so he will have to go shopping tomorrow after tonight.

Yorks took the lighter and lit the white candle, watching it swing up and illuminate the corner of the candle with a faint light, he subconsciously thought of the Robert family.

Fortunately, Robert was recruited on the spot, otherwise he would have to do all these small things.

Can't help thinking of the gratitude of Robert's family before leaving, the corners of Yorks mouth slightly raised.

He has done these small things for many years, and now he feels a little lazy.

At the same time, this church, which has always been very clean, should also be changed.

To be honest, deep down in his heart, he was actually looking forward to the arrival of Robert's family.

One candle after another was lit.

The faint candlelight formed a large area of ​​light, dispelling the darkness of the hall.

Yorks looked at the statue of Jesus, and walked over to light the candle holder under him. After lighting it, Yorks put the lighter on the shelf, crossed himself at the statue of Jesus, and said a few words in his heart.

"Lord please forgive me, Amen..."

The voice fell, and there was movement outside.

A burly man in a suit appeared and walked over slowly with a calm expression.

"Son, come here so late, do you need my help?" Yorks stood quietly, looked back at the Russian walking in the middle aisle, folded his chest and said with a gentle smile.

"If so, I hope I can help you."

The burly man with the Russian symbol stopped in front of Yorks, he grinned and said.

"Father, my name is Andre, I really need your help."

Thinking of the dense footsteps he heard just now, Yorks smiled unchanged, and nodded slightly to express his willingness to help.

"Thank you, Father." Andre touched his chin with a serious expression.

"So, can you help me find John?"

As he spoke, he stared at Yorks and added another sentence with sharp eyes.

"John Wick! If you can help, we, the Grizzly Bear Gang, won't pursue Vance."

Hearing this, Yorks smiled even brighter.

"Mr. John has not been here for a long time, and I don't know where he is now, where he is..."

As he spoke, Yorks kept the figure of a priest and made the sign of the cross on his chest to express his apology.

"So please forgive my weakness."

"Father!"

Andre's face remained unchanged, but his tone was a little cold.

"Do you know what price you have to pay for Vance's matter?"

Yorks shook his head and said seriously.

"Son, I don't know what you're talking about."

(End of this chapter)