Terrifying Heavens: I'll directly worship the Black Law of Fengdu!

Chapter 224 No Meaningless Deaths

In the hospital, Thunderbolt woke up from his coma. The smell of disinfectant in the air was so pungent. He looked at the white ceiling of the ward and struggled to sit up in bed, with an IV drip in his right hand and medicine hanging next to him.

"you're awake?"

A voice came from the side; it was Father John. His face was gaunt, as if he had lost too much blood, looking more like a ghost than a human…

Thunderbolt's first words were: "How is that Li Xuan?"

Beneath his exterior, adorned with numerous earrings and lip piercings, lies a kind and gentle heart, as if the dissipation of the witchcraft power within him is an insignificant matter.

Father John had worked with Thunderbolt's father a few times and always thought Thunderbolt was a rebellious youth, but he never expected that he also had a caring heart.

He said, "Danny, the matter of Death might really be coming to an end."

Danny is the real name of Thunderbolt. Besides being somewhat feminine, the name also carries a lot of unpleasant connotations. He prefers to live by the name Thunderbolt.

"Did Death catch him?"

Thunderbolt was somewhat incredulous. Unlike demons and ghosts, "Death" was invisible and could not be manifested at all.

Father John handed a tablet from the bedside table to Thunderbolt and said, "This Li Xuan is extraordinary. He's the most powerful I've ever seen. With the help of that Japanese exorcist, Higa Kotoko, he withstood the crows' attack and even traced the source of the 'Death' curse..."

"where is it?"

Thunderbolt's breathing quickened instantly. He swiped his finger across the screen and saw a photo of broken clouds in the night sky: "Is this the Grim Reaper himself? The clouds?"

Father John nodded and then shook his head: "It should be said that this dark cloud is the vessel of 'Death.' It seems to have failed to obliterate Li Xuan, and was instead shattered by a sword thrown from a distance by Li Xuan. The formation on the rooftop was set up last night, and it's been nine hours now. During this time, not a single survivor has died!"

Thunderbolt realized: "Breaking through the clouds can slow down the 'Grim Reaper's' attack rhythm!"

He suddenly felt a sense of hope, as if the clouds had parted and the sun was shining.

Just then, the tablet updated its information, showing signs that the broken clouds were closing up, much faster than expected...

He tried to get out of bed, but his arms went limp and he collapsed back onto the bed. He had always thought that the magical power he was born with would be restored after each use, but now his body was still completely empty.

Seeing this, Father John smiled wryly and said, "You've lost your power, haven't you? Me too! Being defeated by 'Death' means losing the power you were born with. Exorcists used to be killed outright, so they never noticed this..."

He was directly impacted by the power of "Death" but did not suffer the same fate as Thunderbolt, who was blown to bits and left with numerous wounds. Therefore, he retained basic mobility.

"I need to use the restroom."

Father John stood up, leaning on his cane, and slowly moved toward the bathroom.

Seeing his struggling state, Thunderbolt had a bad feeling and said, "Father John, I think you should lie down."

Father John smiled and said, "Although I am not a survivor of Flight 215, I will still be careful."

He went into the bathroom, turned on the tap to wash his face, but the water pressure was too high, and water splashed everywhere… He slipped, reached out to grab the bathroom wall, lost his grip, and fell straight down, his head hitting the tiles hard! With a thud, the floor shook slightly…

Thunderbolt exclaimed in surprise, "Father John, are you alright?!"

He reached out and pressed the call button. Soon, doctors and nurses rushed in and carefully lifted Father John onto a trolley for examination. As they entered the elevator, the front wheel support of the trolley broke off, and Father John rolled and fell to the ground!

The buttons in the elevator are flashing irregularly, and the fall arrestor is making a piercing sound!

The elevator is rushing upwards!

Snap! Father John, who had collapsed at the elevator entrance, was being carried away and became stuck between the elevator and the floor. Dark red blood spurted out, startling the doctors at the scene into standing frozen in place...

Elevator hitting the top?

The stroller's wheel broke!

This... how is that possible? The elevators in the Queen's Building are maintained every week, and the trolleys are also inspected and maintained. It's impossible for something like this to happen.

But the situation is what it is.

Father John is dead.

With the help of a nurse, Thunderbolt scrambled out of the elevator and stared blankly at the gruesome scene...

The kind old man who was just talking to me is gone.

He clenched his fists and then slowly relaxed them, exhaling a breath of stale air as he said, "Contact Standin and give me the organization's experimental drug."

Father John's death came as a complete surprise to everyone...

Standin couldn't believe his eyes either. The priest wasn't a survivor. Was he "hated" because he blocked the crows' attack?

He met Thunderbolt, the unorthodox exorcist youth. He had now removed all the nails, his face was free of makeup, and he had returned to his normal appearance. He was quite good-looking and a handsome guy.

Thunderbolt said, "Death will kill anyone who opposes it, and I can sense that I'm its next target. Standin, the exorcism organization is developing an experimental drug that can unleash the potential of exorcists. Give me an injection..."

Standin was somewhat surprised. Very few people knew about this experimental drug, so why did Danny know about it?

He said, "This drug is still in the experimental stage. Its purpose is to allow exorcists to unleash their potential to save their lives when facing great danger. It has been able to unleash its potential now, but it is very harmful to the body and has a 90% chance of death."

Thunderbolt calmly said, "I would rather burn myself to death than be killed by Death through some inexplicable 'accident'."

Standin said, "We have a safe house, with food and room furnishings that eliminate 90% of the possibilities. You just need to hold out until Li Xuan eliminates 'Death'."

The mysterious power possessed by this Chinese man gave me hope. Therefore, I agreed to his request to move the Fengdu Beidi Temple, which was under construction, to the top floor of the fortieth floor. I also signed a new contract guaranteeing that the temple would have incense offerings every day, that the Fengdu faith would be appropriately promoted, and that the temple would be repaired once a year for the next three hundred years and would not be demolished..."

The Queens Building is the headquarters of the United States' exorcism efforts and also a symbol of its prestige. Standing faced a lot of opposition when he built a temple to an Eastern Chinese deity on its roof.

He refuted them one by one under immense pressure, mainly because he wanted to make friends with Li Xuan, a friend with unlimited potential.

If the Chinese deities truly possess spiritual power and can protect the United States—no, only New York—he would be willing to lead the way in worshipping this Fengdu Beiyin Emperor, and even establish a branch temple in every small town besides New York…

God lived too high, and the sunlight was too bright; Standin could not see him.

He preferred to choose a god who actually did something for humanity.

Standin's family were also businessmen, and he felt that giving up faith in exchange for protection was a very fair trade, even a bit like getting a bargain...

Thunderbolt remained silent for a long time: "I need to test the medicine to activate the power of witchcraft."

Standin opened his mouth: "Your father foresaw his death. He entrusted me to take care of you, to make sure you don't..."

Thunderbolt: "Please don't let me die meaninglessly, I beg you."

Standin was stunned, staring at the twenty-two-year-old for a long time before clenching his hands and saying, "Okay."

(End of this chapter)