The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 112 Ch.111 Xander’s exorcism

The so-called sufficient price.

Everyone can hear what it means.

The couple looked at each other.

"...Noble sir, I don't know, we, you see, we have nothing at home, and we have no money... You know, how can we have money when we live in a place like this? Look, the curtains are all torn..."

She tried her best to 'shrink' herself and make an expression similar to a 'wry smile' in order to gain sympathy from Xander and Roland.

I have to say, this technique is really proficient.

Almost in the blink of an eye, she changed from a "manic wife quarreling with her husband" to a "poor and suffering poor person" - this change in the blink of an eye is wisdom and the survival instinct of animals.

"He walks in heaven and frees my soul from the skin of worms..."

"Collins." Xander shook his head and lowered his mouth: "I hope the Father of All Things will bless their family...Besides, don't you think this is a good thing? The reason why the poor are poor is because they are too satisfied with the status quo."

However, Xander still shook his head.

——Blessed? !

He drank loudly, praising the church, Xander and Roland. He was so proud that he did not think that the presence of ghosts in the family was a big problem - on the contrary, he felt that this was an honor that must be proclaimed.

"It would be a serious crime to find out..."

The couple hesitated for a few more minutes.

"And I will take this savings with me to inject vitality into their stagnant life."

She was happy for them.

She cursed and threw the holy water into the air!

"evil!"

After each scolding, she waved again until the glass tube was empty—until the smoke dissipated, the sound dissipated, and a few transparent drops of water remained on the wall.

Then Xander pulled the cork from the bottle.

"I mean, it's hard for a family like theirs to have savings. One pound is not a small amount." Roland's background made him understand what this money meant. "They can't have big problems for a long time, otherwise..."

"You have worked so hard, please take care of yourself in the cold weather..." He said many compliments, and after finishing speaking, the small crown happened to be in Roland's hand.

That's not an illusion.

Matthew Bohan looked over hesitantly: "Two distinguished gentlemen, we, perhaps, can only give out a dozen shillings..."

At the same time, others followed suit, clasping their fingers together and bowing their heads in prayer.

"Thank you! Thank you so much!"

She howled and gave her husband a hard shove.

It's the shiver of satisfaction.

"Very good!"

"This is all I can do to wish you, Mr. Bohan, Madam, and these three poor children - may the Father of All Things bless your family, and may you always bask in his glory..."

"This is my sacrament for the day."

Xander was very sad and sighed very slowly: "As for the rest, I have no choice... The church is not my decision. Even though I really want to help you, if I don't follow the rules and pay for you, Once I find out, I will..."

"The eternal light..."

She was extremely happy, as if celebrating in advance that the family was away from ghosts, her eyes were full of joy.

"I'm afraid not."

They stared at Xander, watching her pull out a golden holy object that flowed like sunlight in the glass tube - they circled the child in their arms and hid far away, waiting for Xander to move up and face it. That corner with ghosts.

—This exorcism is worth one pound.

Michelle Bohan really cried.

She was almost crying.

The smile in his golden eyes was particularly twisted and penetrating.

Probably a minute or two passed.

Matthew Bohan's expression changed drastically and he stepped on his wife hard.

"Who is it-"

Matthew Bohan obviously has a broader vision than his wife. He has heard something about it.

Marshall Bohan also seemed to be affected by her, crying and laughing along with her.

Smoothing his messy hair.

"You can't hurt them! You shouldn't be here! I am a child of the All-Father!"

"Face me! Impure spirit!"

"Collins?" Xander tilted his head, raised the corners of his mouth, and repeated it again.

The Bohans and their children were frightened.

The long prayer was longer than anything Roland had ever heard.

It took five minutes.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but when he said this, Roland noticed that Xander's expression was... out of shape for a moment.

"That ghost is trying to move up... I mean, it's going to get scarier soon. I advise you to either deal with it as soon as possible or move. Otherwise, not only can it make you and your children sick, but... He will do even more unacceptable things..."

She raised her arm and pointed to the corner where the ghost existed - the couple left there in an instant, and then the wife and husband gritted their teeth and fled back, dragging the child close to them.

"Do you think this is my sacrament today?"

"Look! What your friends are saying is not correct at all! The ladies, ladies, gentlemen of the church..." She stopped talking nonsense, and then quickly continued: "...They are so kind! How can you allow your friends to Talking about those things behind your back..."

The pious whispers were particularly clear in the room.

Compared to the quarrel just now, the discussion now is more real.

It's excitement.

The Bohan family's old clothes will be snapped up.

But it’s no longer a question.

Xander still looked worried and shook his head slowly.

After all, seeing is believing.

"In this way, they will start to fight for it again."

She clasped her hands together, held the holy water in her palms, and lowered her head.

"The terrible thing..."

Matthew Bonham gritted his teeth: "We can take out one pound, one pound and three crowns."

Roland stood behind Xander without saying a word, watching her deal with it quietly.

However, Xander seemed not to hear it, still with a sad and sorrowful expression, holding the little boy, patting his palms gently to comfort him.

Selling a bottle of holy water to the church can only get two to five shillings (half a crown to a crown).

In addition to the one pound that should be paid, he took out a small crown from his pocket and stuffed it into Roland.

As the holy water was splashed, a visible white mist rose in the house, followed by a howling sound.

The thin man patted his chest and made a promise.

But he still chose to hand over the family savings, bowing and sending Roland and Shandel downstairs.

This interrupted her self-explosive speech.

That was enough.

Roland followed her through the crowd and slowly moved away from Petticoat Harbor.

The husband and wife whispered in the surging voices.

The eyes around him lit up.

Her almond eyes seemed to droop with the sorrow of the couple in front of her, and her lake blue eyes were full of pity - for this reason, she lowered her voice a lot, bent down in front of the woman, and took the bravest and closest child into her arms.

"You spent your energy to bless our family! This little bit of effort is nothing - don't we have any morality at all?"

When they reached the door, the man made a surprising move.

"I'm afraid... no."

Shandel's eyes widened immediately: "One pound is enough! Great! In this way, you and your wife, children, and your family will be saved!!"

Very hard.

The lady of the church kissed his child.

"You can't hurt this family!"

Then he stroked the heaving chest, panting slightly.

Roland was sure.

"No matter pine branches or my ashes."

"Is this okay?"

Perhaps it was for Shandel or the inquiring ears around him, his voice at this moment was as loud as a speaker: "Although our life is in recession, isn't the money to be spent on these things? Please don't be sad about it anymore..."

It was joy.

Matthew Bonham was happy to present this large coin that was no longer regular and worn too much: although Roland could still see the "pain" on their faces - the payment of this money would make a difficult, undignified family with three children even more difficult and undignified.

Then, she leaned over and kissed his forehead.

Finally.

She turned her head and looked at Roland, her smile innocent like a child, with ignorance of the world and cruelty to the world:

With a dozen shillings, they still made money.

He subconsciously touched his trouser pocket, then leaned close to his wife's ear, and the two of them whispered.

The words were exactly the same as before.

"The Father of All Things will bless you and your family, Mr. Matthew Bonham." Shandel said in a businesslike manner, and then hesitated: "But do you have any difficulties? Although exorcism is necessary, you and your wife will have a hard time..."

Shandel smiled faintly: "What are you talking about, Collins."

Roland thought.

It was a very strange and malicious smile.

She was happy that a family was away from danger.

Shandel Kratov clasped his hands and placed them on his chest.

"Look, they are still grateful to us."