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

"Ugh...ugh—!"

Looking at the clown's eerie smile, Cole's body involuntarily trembled.

He struggled in terror, trying to break free from the clown's control.

The next moment.

*Pfft! Pfft!*

The knife plunged into the body repeatedly, making a faint cutting sound.

The voice, like a death knell, echoed in Cole's ears.

His eyes widened, and he involuntarily vomited a mouthful of blood.

His hands waved aimlessly until the last bit of strength gradually disappeared from his body.

"Thump."

Cole's body lay kneeling in a pool of blood.

Li Yuan nodded, reached out and gently patted the clown's head, praising him:

"Well done."

The clown's eyes lit up instantly.

His originally gloomy face broke into a childlike excitement, and he even rubbed his hand against Li Yuan's palm.

Li Yuan bypassed the blood on the ground and said to the clown:

"Let's go, there's only one left."

At this time, Father Mark was unaware that trouble was about to befall him.

He had just finished celebrating Mass at church and was preparing to return to his residence.

At the same time, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart:

"No wonder it's a big city; we didn't receive any SOS calls from believers on Halloween."

Father Mark, who comes from a remote area, spends every Halloween in fear and trepidation.

They were afraid that the believers in their jurisdiction would encounter paranormal events and they would have to solve the problems themselves.

Father Mark knew very well how capable he was.

He's nothing but a sycophantic bum.

But just then, Father Mark's phone suddenly rang.

Father Mark was immediately terrified and broke out in a cold sweat.

He hurriedly and nervously answered the phone:

"Hello, what's up?"

"it's me."

Hearing that familiar voice coming from the phone,

Father Mark breathed a sigh of relief.

"Phew... Your Excellency, you scared me to death."

"What do you have to be afraid of?"

The bishop said something rather irritatingly, then got to the point:

"How do you plan to deal with that guy named Li Yuan?"

"Simple, just find an assassin to take him out."

Father Mark said in a relaxed tone, "Perhaps he does have some ability to exorcise demons, but he is still human after all."

"Times have changed; a single bullet can take out this arrogant guy."

"It's good that you have a plan. Don't let him escalate the impact. Our credibility has declined a lot in recent years."

"Your Excellency, please rest assured, I have already found a suitable candidate."

Father Mark sneered, "Ha, he won't be able to keep this up for long."

The bishop hummed in agreement and then hung up the phone.

Father Mark felt a bit irritated as he thought about Li Yuan's punchable face.

He frowned, dialed a number, and then dialed it.

"Feed? Tell Brother Dick to come to my residence."

Upon returning to his lodgings, Father Mark first took a shower.

After coming out, I finally felt a bit better, and even sprayed some perfume on.

Just as he put the perfume bottle back on the table,

There was a sudden knock on the door.

*Knock knock knock.*

"They're here!"

Father Mark responded and then quickly walked over.

"Brother Dick must have arrived."

Father Mark, overjoyed, opened the door...

To their surprise, they found a clown with ugly makeup standing at the door!

When Father Mark saw that it wasn't Dick, his face immediately fell.

At the same time, he spoke with some impatience:

"Hey kid, you should go play somewhere else. I don't have any candy for you here."

The clown immediately put on a pitiful expression, clasped his hands together in a gesture of respect,

He then spread his hands out and waved them, as if pleading:

"Please, give me some candy..."

Father Mark frowned and said helplessly:

"Okay, wait a minute."

As she spoke, she turned around to find some candy for the clown.

But after walking only a few steps, he discovered that the clown had followed him into the house.

Father Mark looked at the black footprints the clown had left on the ground.

He shouted somewhat angrily:

"What are you doing? Get out of here, you filthy bastard!"

The clown had initially worn a fawning smile on his face,

After being scolded by Father Mark, he immediately changed his expression.

He looked coldly at Father Mark, as if to say:

"I've been so obedient, what right do you have to scold me!"

Father Mark felt a chill run down his spine under the clown's gaze.

I had a vague feeling that something was off about this clown.

Thinking of this, he carefully backed away.

Because there was a wooden cross on the table behind him.

The clown didn't stand still, but followed Father Mark's steps closely.

Just as Father Mark's hand grasped the cross...

He suddenly raised the cross to his chest, drew the sign, and shouted:

"Look, this is the Lord's cross! Demon, flee!"

The clown looked at Father Mark with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot.

The cross had no effect on him.

"How is that possible! Are you human?"

Father Mark exclaimed in surprise, thinking he had made a mistake.

The clown shrugged indifferently, then snatched the crucifix away.

He held the cross in his hands and examined it from head to toe.

He then handed the cross to Father Mark.

"Could it really be a person?"

Father Mark breathed a sigh of relief when the other party returned the crucifix.

But just as he reached out his hand, he saw the clown suddenly lift the cross and shove it directly into his mouth!

"My God!"

Father Mark just watched as the clown crunched the crucifix into his mouth.

It's as simple as eating a filled chocolate.

"How could this happen... You're definitely not human!"

Father Mark leaned against the wall, trembling, his face filled with disbelief.

"But...but why doesn't God punish you, you devil!"

Just then, a voice suddenly rang out from the side:

"Because God will not bless someone who does not believe in Him."

Father Mark turned his head in surprise.

Li Yuan was sitting quietly on the windowsill, holding a hideous pumpkin head in his arms, looking at him.

"You...you're talking nonsense!"

Although Father Mark was afraid, the moment he saw Li Yuan, he still shouted arrogantly:

"You heretic, how dare you cause trouble in the church!"

I don't know if everyone here is like this.

Li Yuan jumped down from the windowsill and continued, "I'm just unlucky; I only run into scumbags."

"Even if I were God, I wouldn't protect you."

Father Mark's eyes darted around, as if he still wanted to argue.

But Li Yuan suddenly spoke, giving the clown an order:

"Kill him, and we'll achieve our KPI tonight."

The clown's eyes lit up at the command, and he leaped at Father Mark, tackling him to the ground.

Just as he was about to cry for help, he bit Father Mark in the throat.

Crimson blood splattered everywhere, and soon Father Mark was completely still.

Li Yuan glanced at the clown who was still tearing at the food and gave him a word of advice:

"Finish your meal and get out of here. Remember to say hello when you come to Los Angeles next year."

The clown, his face covered in blood, raised his head and nodded obediently to Li Yuan, indicating that he understood.

Li Yuan put on the pumpkin head, flipped over and jumped downstairs, heading towards the apartment.

"I've gotten some interest on this debt. When I'm stronger, I'll settle the score with these bastards."

It was already past midnight, and there were far fewer pedestrians on the streets.

It was past 2 a.m. when Li Yuan returned to the apartment.

In a good mood, he opened his bedroom door, flopped onto the bed, and prepared to check the text messages he had received on his phone.

"Ouch!"

A sudden soft exclamation startled Li Yuan.

He quickly looked down and discovered that his female neighbor, Laura, was lying on his bed dressed as a maid!