Rampaging Through the Heavens: Starting by sending Chan Ho-nam to Stanley

Chapter 188 Return to Telekinesis

Chen Yuan went inside.

Footsteps sounded softly on the floor.

"Valak".

The figure moved.

The head, wrapped in a headscarf, turned slowly.

First, a side profile.

His skin was deathly pale, devoid of any color.

Then comes the whole face.

That was a face that didn't belong to a human.

The facial features are still there; the eyes, nose, and mouth are all in their proper places.

But when combined, they instinctively make people want to look away.

His eyes were sunken, and his pupils were cloudy grayish-white, like the eyes of a dead fish.

His lips were dark black, tightly pursed, and the corners of his mouth were slightly downturned.

His face was covered with fine wrinkles, not the kind of wrinkles that old people have, but rather like a piece of paper that had been crumpled and then unfolded.

The dim light shone from the side, casting dappled shadows on her face.

The shadows moved slowly as she turned her head, as if something was wriggling beneath her skin.

She stared at Chen Yuan.

There was nothing in those greyish-white eyes.

There was no anger, no resentment, not even malice.

It's just empty.

A bottomless void.

Her mouth opened.

It's not speaking, it's just opening its mouth.

The mouth opened wider and wider, to a size that no human being should be able to open.

Then, the sound came out of that mouth.

"Who are you?"

The sound came from all directions, shaking the windows.

Chen Yuan looked at it.

"Chen Yuan".

Valack stared at him.

"You are no ordinary priest."

Chen Yuan nodded.

You guessed right.

He pulled the Desert Eagle from his waist.

The golden gun stood out starkly in the dimly lit room.

Valak paused for a moment.

"What is this?"

"Gift."

Chen Yuan pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

The bullet, imbued with an enchanted glow, pierced through the distorted figure.

"ah!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream.

The figure twisted violently, like paper being burned, slowly turning to ashes.

Jenny's body went limp.

Chen Yuan reached out and caught her.

Put her on the bed.

He turned around and walked out of the room.

Downstairs, everyone looked up at him.

Chen Yuan put the gun away.

"nailed it."

Morris's mouth dropped open.

He looked at Chen Yuan, then at the upstairs, then back at Chen Yuan.

My mind went completely blank.

What's going on?

That's it... all done?

The demon that had plagued Peggy's family for so long... is gone?

And wasn't he using a gun just now?

Whose priest uses a gun for exorcisms?!

Morris felt that the worldview he had built up over the decades had completely collapsed at this moment.

Chen Yuan walked down the stairs and passed by him.

"What are you standing there for?"

Morris snapped out of his daze.

"what?"

"Let's go, take me back to my hotel."

Morris looked at Chen Yuan, then at the upstairs, then back at Chen Yuan.

He swallowed hard.

"Father Chen, that demon..."

Chen Yuan didn't even turn his head.

"He's dead."

"What about... that ghost named Bill?"

Chen Yuan stopped in his tracks.

I turned around and glanced at him.

"Aren't you an advisor to the Paranormal Association?"

Morris paused for a moment.

"what?"

"Study it yourself."

Chen Yuan pushed open the door and went out.

Morris stood there, dumbfounded.

[The host has rewritten Jenny's fate and successfully obtained 100 Life Sources.]

[World Quest (Final): Destroy the demon Valak. Completed. 100 Life Essence awarded.]

A flash of white light.

Chen Yuan opened his eyes and found himself back in that familiar room.

The ceiling was white, the curtains were blue, and the unfinished cup of tea on the table had gone cold.

He stretched his body, and his bones made a soft "crackling" sound.

Chen Yuan leaned back on the sofa and opened the system panel.

[Life Source: 600]

He stared at the number for three seconds.

Six hundred.

Say no more, say less.

One draw costs 100, and 600 can get you six draws.

But Chen Yuan decided to save these for next time.

His extensive experience with lotteries taught him that the more times he participated, the easier it was to get good cards.

Single pulls are more likely to yield blue and white items, while ten pulls are more likely to yield golden items.

Although he didn't know if this broken system had any guaranteed minimum.

Putting aside the matter of life source for now, Chen Yuan opened the skills section.

Psychic power.

This skill helped him a lot in the previous world.

Enchanted bullets, three shots blasted and sent Valak back to his hometown.

Now that we're in a different world, what kind of power will psionic energy adapt to?

[Skill: Psionic Power (Depending on the world, psionic power will automatically switch to the power system applicable to that world. The power system applicable to the current world is: Psychic Power. It can influence reality through consciousness. The higher the intelligence attribute, the stronger the Psychic Power.)]

Telekinesis?

Chen Yuan raised an eyebrow.

And it's growing along with the intelligence attribute?

He thought for a moment, then his gaze fell on the remote control next to the television.

The remote control lay quietly on the coffee table; it was black, small, and had a few buttons on it.

Chen Yuan stared at it.

A thought arose.

The remote control moved.

It trembled slightly, as if a breeze had blown by.

Chen Yuan continued to stare at it.

The remote control wobbled and floated up from the coffee table.

It floated very unsteadily, sometimes high and sometimes low, like a toddler who had just learned to walk.

It swayed in the air a few times, almost falling, before finally wobbling and stabilizing itself.

Chen Yuan extended his hand.

The remote control flew towards him, very slowly, wobbly, like a drunken bird.

Finally, it landed in his palm.

Chen Yuan looked at the remote control in his hand, a slight smile playing on his lips.

I didn't feel it was very strenuous, just a little rusty.

He tried several more times.

Put the remote control back on the coffee table, stare at it, and let it fly.

This time it was a bit more stable.

Put it back, and it will fly again.

It's more stable now.

The third time, the fourth time, and the fifth time.

The remote control flew around in the air, sometimes spinning clockwise, sometimes counterclockwise, and sometimes making an "8" shape.

word.

It flew steadily and smoothly, like a well-trained bird.

I'm tired of playing with the remote control.

Chen Yuan began to try other things.

The water glass on the table.

The water bottle is a bit heavier than the remote control, but it can still fly, just a little slower.

The books on my bedside table.

The book is a bit heavier, so it's a little difficult for it to fly; it wobbles a bit, but it can still fly.

Chair.

The chair was heavier, making it noticeably harder to fly. Chen Yuan felt a nerve throbbing in his head.

But he still lifted the chair a few centimeters, hovered it in the air for a few seconds, and then gently put it down.

Finally, Chen Yuan stared at Yunbi.

A thought arose.

His body lifted slightly off the bed.

Just a few centimeters.

The entire bow was suspended in the air, as if it were lying on an invisible air cushion.

It's a bit difficult.

It was indeed a bit strenuous.

He could feel the nerve in his body throbbing even more violently, his temples throbbing, and his vision blurring.

He held on for five seconds, then slowly fell back onto the bed.

Chen Yuan lay on the bed, panting heavily.

dizziness.

It felt like the dizziness I got from staying up all night.

But he was in a good mood.

With the growth of intelligence, flight is not an impossible thing.

Then, he will be able to truly "fly".

It wasn't because of that tattered paper hat.

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