I traverse America, using holy light to quell American terror!

Marcus felt a chill run down his spine as he looked at Li Yuan's meaningful smile.

He struggled to crawl backward, pleading:

"No... sir... I... I apologize for my previous rudeness..."

Li Yuan glanced warily at the stairs, and only felt relieved when he saw that the cameraman hadn't followed.

He slowly approached Marcus and gently comforted him:

"Don't be afraid, it won't hurt at all."

As he spoke, Li Yuan swiftly stepped on one of Marcus's hands, then pressed his knee down hard on Marcus's neck!

"Well..."

Marcus, whose neck was being pressed down, turned red instantly and began to have difficulty breathing.

He raised his only movable arm and frantically reached out to grab Li Yuan.

She wanted to pull him away from her.

Li Yuan easily grasped the other person's arm.

"I already said it would be over soon."

He reached out and patted Marcus's face:

"As a priest, you should have some self-respect."

As time slowly passed, Marcus's face turned from white to blue and finally to purple.

The strength with which the two legs struggled gradually weakened.

In less than a minute, aided by gunshot wounds and suffocation, he returned to God's embrace.

"Oh, poor Marcus, you've wet your pants."

Li Yuan glanced at the foul-smelling liquid on the ground with disgust, then reached out to check his pulse.

Once he was certain that Marcus was dead, he stood up and went back downstairs.

Looking at the group of people who were staring at him nervously, Li Yuan said:

"Poor Father Marcus has returned to heaven, but I have exorcised the evil spirit from George."

Upon hearing this, Casey shouted George's name and ran quickly upstairs.

Williamson, who already had a suspicion, swallowed hard and echoed:

"This is...unfortunate news..."

Ignoring the other person's expression, Li Yuan marveled at how many talented people the church had.

While recalling the story of this house.

The original owner of this house was also a perverted pastor.

In a secret room beneath the house, he tortured and murdered many Native Americans.

At this moment, the basement was filled with countless resentful, bound spirits.

However, Li Yuan was not afraid at all, as his holy light power was the greatest nemesis of evil spirits.

These earthbound spirits were practically giving him free experience points.

Thinking of this, Li Yuan calmly said:

"This isn't over yet; there's more than one evil spirit in this house."

"What?"

Williamson was startled upon hearing this, then overjoyed:

"Can we film the rest?"

"Okay, if you're not afraid of dying, come with me."

Then he turned to look at the children:

"Wait until your parents come down, then leave. I'll come back after I've dealt with the demon."

Chelsea nodded obediently and agreed:

"Okay, good luck, Uncle!"

Li Yuan smiled and patted Chelsea's head, saying with a hint of helplessness:

"Just call me brother, I just graduated from university..."

At this moment, the little girl who had helped Li Yuan before slowly appeared in Li Yuan's line of sight.

Looking at the striking mark on the girl's forehead, Li Yuan knew that she was Judy, the girl Chelsea had mentioned.

Judy slowly walked to the stairs in the basement.

He turned his head and waved to Li Yuan, then disappeared.

Seeing this, Li Yuan stood up and said in a deep voice:

"Let's go, it's time to put an end to all this."

At this moment, Williamson actually held the handheld DV camera himself.

They followed Li Yuan to the basement.

Because the cameraman who had just been holding the DV camera was too afraid to get down.

Williamson muttered under his breath, annoyed:

"That bastard, I'm definitely firing him when I get back!"

"He's just an employee, why should he risk his life for you?"

Li Yuan gave a noncommittal reply.

Then he looked at the hole in the basement wall that the male homeowner, George, had smashed open.

"It seems that this is why he was possessed. George had already gone to the secret room under the house before him."

Williamson lay down at the cave entrance and filmed from left to right with his DV camera.

Feeling the chilling wind blowing from the cave entrance, he couldn't help but shiver.

His voice trembled slightly as he spoke.

"Mr. Li, are you confident?"

Li Yuan pulled Williamson aside and stepped inside:

"If you're scared, then go up."

Without looking back, he walked towards the secret room.

Seeing this, Williamson gritted his teeth, thinking about the show that could become a hit, and had no choice but to follow along.

"Mr. Li, please wait for me!"

Li Yuan, who had ventured deep into the secret room, discovered rows of empty cages along the corridor.

The cage was rusty, and dark red bloodstains were embedded in the gaps of the torture instruments.

Wisps of black resentment swirled around it, making the surrounding environment even colder.

The indigenous people who were captured and brought here have clearly been subjected to various forms of inhumane torture.

This is what filled their souls with resentment.

He was getting closer and closer to the end of the secret room.

The resentment generated by this grew increasingly intense.

Williamson, who was following behind Li Yuan, even vaguely felt that he was having some difficulty breathing.

After Li Yuan walked through the small door at the last corner.

It is a rather exquisite stone chamber.

Li Yuan only realized this when he stepped inside.

Around the secret chamber, more than 20 gruesome, earthbound spirits of the indigenous people lay prostrate.

They had iron chains around their necks and were howling in pain.

But it couldn't utter a single sound.

All those chains were held in one person's hand.

It's that perverted priest Kecham who's standing on the middle stone steps, wearing a black top hat.

It gripped the iron chain in one hand and held a dagger in the other.

A cruel smile hung on his pale face.

Looking at Li Yuan slowly walking towards him, Kecham said elegantly:

"Young exorcist, do you yearn for immortality?"

"I don't crave it."

"..."

Kecham's lips twitched.

At this point, Williamson asked curiously:

"Mr. Li, who are you talking to?"

"A perverted priest, the earthbound spirit here."

"Kid, you have no idea who you're dealing with!"

Kecham roared, his face contorted with rage:

"Here, I am God!"

Without saying a word, Li Yuan suddenly threw a bottle of holy water at Kecham, who was posing for a photo!

"Enough with the nonsense! Take this 'Holy Light Grenade'!"

There's no evil spirit that holy water can't deal with; if there is, then have another bottle!

However, to Li Yuan's surprise,

The bottle of holy water actually passed right through Kecham's body.

It slammed straight into the wall behind him!

Kecham glanced in confusion at the burning holy flames behind him.

He then burst into laughter and mocked:

"Haha, you really are a rookie exorcist!"

"Damn, I forgot it's a spirit now!"

Li Yuan patted his head in frustration, feeling a pang of regret for the wasted holy water.

His eyes narrowed instantly, and he rushed forward!

"In that case, we have no choice but to take action!"

At this moment, the [Sacred Seal of Justice] and [Blessing of Power] on Li Yuan's body still have 2 minutes left.

In Li Yuan's view, this amount of time is more than enough to deal with Kecham!

Williamson, who was holding the DV camera behind him, was completely bewildered and had no idea what was going on.

But looking at the flames burning on the wall and Li Yuan's actions...

He concluded that this Mr. Li had already engaged in combat with the devil!

Kecham looked at Li Yuan, who was charging towards him, with disdain in his eyes.

He picked up the dagger in his right hand but did not stab Li Yuan.

Instead, he suddenly slashed at his own neck.

"Anyone who sees my blood will fall into my illusions and become my puppet!"

Kecham wanted to repeat his old tricks.

He used the illusions created by his own blood to control Li Yuan.

Let him be his own executioner!

However, in Li Yuan's eyes, all of this was as ridiculous as a clown performing a silent play.

A mental value of 15 points directly negated the opponent's illusion.

He watched as Kecham lightly sliced ​​his own neck with a dagger, and nothing happened.

Then he looked at himself with an idiotic expression...