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Chapter 347 The Exorcist Duo, Mr. and Mrs. Warren

Allen pulled up his pants and jumped off the dissection table.

Barry, scalpel in hand, looked at the corpse covered in urine and suddenly felt at a loss as to what to do.

Admittedly, Allen's exorcism methods were quite ingenious.

"Master, what is virgin boy's urine?" Bruce couldn't help but ask curiously.

"A man who has never had sex."

Allen responded sullenly, after all, it wasn't a very honorable thing.

"I see."

Bruce's eyes lit up, and he felt a sense of relief.

If it weren't for Allen interfering, I would have given my virginity to Granny Gu hope.

He thought to himself that if he encountered a similar situation in the future, he would immediately unzip his pants and urinate.

Actually, that's not the case. The real reason is that Allen secretly activated the priest skill "Divine Domain" to sever the opponent's magical connection.

Within the sacred realm, all negative dark magic is kept at bay.

This caused the opponent's spell to fail.

Barry suppressed his nausea and prepared to finish the unfinished work.

Suddenly, the female corpse opened her eyes, sat up straight, and stared at the three people present with a pair of lychee-like eyes.

"It's come back to life!"

Barry and Bruce were so frightened that they hid behind Allen.

Let professionals handle professional matters.

"Hello there."

Allen waved shyly and said apologetically, "I am willing to take responsibility for the tarnishment I just caused you."

"You killed my daughter, and I will make you pay the price."

The female corpse emitted a hoarse voice, filled with a deep-seated hatred.

"Who is your daughter?"

Allen was completely bewildered, having no idea about the relationships between the characters.

"Just wait, I'll not only kill you all, but countless others will be buried with you."

After speaking, the female corpse lay down again, as if nothing had happened.

And in the basement of the church, which is quite far away.

After the middle-aged nun finished controlling the corpse remotely, she had an expression of utter despair.

He turned around and pulled out an old book with a human-covered cover from the bookshelf behind him.

The blackened writing was all done in human blood, only turning black over time.

The Book of Solomon.

It records the summoning ritual of the seventy-two demon gods.

At this moment, the middle-aged nun, filled with despair, had no more scruples.

The dagger used in the ceremony was used to cut open the palm and press it against the cover of the Book of Solomon.

He began chanting a spell.

She was meant to guide the seventy-two demons of hell, causing demons to invade the human world and bring about the end of the world.

Witches who practice black magic usually become malevolent and destructive, with the ultimate goal of hoping for the end of the world.

Of course, whether the seventy-two demon gods could destroy the world is questionable.

After all, being able to record something in a book is tantamount to bragging.

If the world were truly going to end, how could it be the turn of an ordinary person to initiate it?

However, the fact remains that a disaster occurred.

As the incantation ended.

The middle-aged nun was already lifeless; it was clear that the ritual was completed through the sacrifice of a soul.

Simultaneously.

The Warrens, who were on the latest flight to Los Angeles, immediately had a premonition.

Rowling, sitting by the window, looked out at the bustling city, which in an instant transformed into a purgatory of raging flames and rampant demons.

"What's wrong?"

The two exorcists were inseparable and had long since reached a tacit understanding. Ed was the first to sense the change in his wife.

"I think things have gotten out of control."

Rowling's vision returned to normal, and she leaned on her husband's shoulder, saying in a slightly sad tone, "Ed, this time our lives may be in danger."

"I will always be with you."

Ed held Rowling's hand, offering her support and comfort.

……

The dissection was completed overnight.

Barry is taking some time off, mainly because last night's experience was too bizarre.

In particular, the many unbelievable things about the female corpse made even police officers with years of experience feel their scalps tingle, so they allowed her to rest and recover before returning to work.

Barry followed them back to the haunted house, thinking that with the exorcist master Allen in charge, he wouldn't be in any danger.

"Get something to eat."

Allen slumped onto the sofa and gave an order to the undead.

To Barry, it was like talking to thin air.

Bruce was used to it; he had seen countless spirits in the house and gradually became less afraid. However, once he returned to the place of his sorrow, he could not control his grief.

What happened next left Barry utterly shocked.

The refrigerator opens by itself, the food floats onto the cutting board, the kitchen utensils are used for processing, and the gas stove turns on automatically to cook the food.

In fact, Vivian, Violet, and Moira were busy.

"I don't eat cilantro."

Allen casually offered a reminder.

Violet turned around and glared angrily, but the problem was that there was no cilantro in the house at all.

When the hell have you ever seen white people put cilantro in their cooking?

Of course, a bland white meal was served on a plate and floated to the three of them.

Barry was stunned and hesitated to take a bite.

Seeing Allen and Bruce enjoying their meal, I dared to try it myself.

"Most spirits aren't scary; the most dangerous are evil spirits. If you get along well, you can be friends..."

As he spoke, Allen looked at Bruce and smiled mysteriously, "We can also do some wonderful things."

"What is it?"

Barry, a naive young man just entering society, naturally didn't understand the hidden meaning in his words.

Bruce paused, giving him a frustrated look.

Why bring up something you shouldn't talk about? My cheap master likes to reopen old wounds, and I really want to give him a good beating.

Not only him, but also Bruce Wayne, the Batman in Allen's universe, had the same idea.

Ding-dong…

The doorbell rang.

Barry got up and opened the door, where he saw a strange couple looking travel-worn outside.

"Who are you looking for?"

The visitors were naturally the Warrens, but Barry, who had always believed in science, had no interest in the two paranormal experts.

"Yes, this is it."

Rowling nodded affirmatively and said, "I sensed a very strong supernatural aura."

Having received the answer, Ed turned to ask, "Has anything strange happened at your house?"

"Yes."

Barry truthfully replied, "I have two exorcists in my family handling this."

Exorcist?

The Warrens exchanged a glance, sensing that something was amiss.

The number of exorcists recognized by the church is very small, and the number of clergy who have successfully performed exorcisms is extremely limited. They all know each other and have exchanged experiences with one another.

Moreover, there was no information from the church regarding exorcist activities in Los Angeles.

"We are also exorcists. Could we please see the two exorcists?"

Ed was convinced that the so-called exorcist was a fraud.

The world has never lacked fools who use exorcism as a pretext to swindle and deceive.

This is because scammers often encounter genuine paranormal events and end up losing their lives without realizing it.

"No problem, please come in."

With two more exorcists, the haunted house could return to normal sooner, a result Barry would be more than happy to have. How could he possibly drive the other party away?

Bring it indoors.

The Warrens were completely stunned.

In Ed's eyes, Allen was leaning back on the sofa with his legs raised in the air, a very uncouth move.

Rowling saw that Ellen had her legs draped over Vivian and Violet's thighs, enjoying a massage.

A group of undead waited humbly to the side.

In particular, Uncle Ben and Tate made no attempt to hide their murderous intent in their eyes.

"The Exorcist Duo, the Warrens."

Allen showed no intention of getting up to greet him, and said indifferently, "It's better to see you in person than to have heard so much about you. I've heard so much about you."

"You know us?" Ed asked, a hint of smugness in his eyes.

"No... I've seen the Conjuring movies."

Allen naturally denied that he had watched a pirated copy in the adult section.

(End of this chapter)