A prince from a certain American comic book

Ed nodded, and after receiving confirmation from Dean's father, the homeowner, he stepped forward and pulled off the white cloth covering the pile of clutter in front of him.

The white cloth was torn open.

Rowling felt a blur before her eyes.

next second.

"what!"

Rowling yelled and stumbled backward.

Ed quickly caught his wife, who was about to fall backward, and asked anxiously, "What's wrong?"

After Ed helped his wife steady, he realized that his wife, Lorraine, was covered in cold sweat.

Rowling was terrified.

The moment the white sheet was lifted, Rowling seemed to see a man wearing a hat, his face contorted and burning, grinning menacingly at her.

Supported by her husband Ed, Rowling focused her gaze and saw a group photo placed in one corner of the cluttered shelf.

The five children in the front row were sitting, the six children in the second row were standing, and the three rows had two adults and two children standing.

It's a photo of a kindergarten.

Ed noticed his wife's gaze, walked over, and took the group photo from kindergarten into his hands.

[Group photo of students from Yushu Street Kindergarten]

Ed looked at his wife, and Rowling, who was standing behind him trying to calm herself down, nodded to him.

Ed turned around, holding the group photo, and asked Dean's father at the entrance of the passage, "Does this photo also belong to Dean?"

Dean's father's expression changed slightly when he saw the photo.

Claire's father, standing beside her, also frowned slightly. Although he was not involved in the story behind the photo, he was one of the few people who knew about it.

quite a while.

Dean's father nodded and admitted in a somewhat hoarse voice, "Yes, this photo was taken when Dean entered the park."

Ed saw the expression on Dean's father's face clearly and, thinking of something, asked, "Was Jesse, who died three days ago, also in this photo?"

Dean's father remained silent for a moment before nodding in acknowledgment.

Exorcist Ed looked at his wife, Rowling.

Rowling, who had caught her breath slightly, said from the side, "This demon is far more powerful than the ones we've dealt with before."

Ed nodded.

next second.

Ed looked at Dean's father and said in a deep voice, "We made it very clear when we accepted the commission that you can't hide anything from us. During the exorcism, even the slightest mistake could implicate innocent people."

Dean's father did not speak.

After a moment of silence, Claire's father wiped his face and said to the Warrens, "Mr. Warren, Mrs. Warren, let's go upstairs and talk."

The Warrens nodded, their expressions somewhat unpleasant.

Without him.

In the Warrens' view, these people must have known the details of this undead, but they chose not to tell them immediately.

This is a very serious matter.

Even now, they might be being targeted by that undead.

Upstairs in the living room.

The Warrens sat in their seats with somewhat grim expressions.

Claire's father and Dean's father were also sitting, but Dean's father looked rather unwell, as if he wanted to fall asleep.

Claire called out to Dean's father, "Please invite Nancy's mother in."

Dean's father looked up at Claire's father, who had served as mayor.

quite a while.

Dean's father nodded and stood up from his chair.

next second.

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Chapter 049: The Wooden Planks That Were Sent (Seeking Recommendations)

The residents of Elm Street were in complete panic.

How long has it been?

The third person has died now, and at least the first two were killed at night. This time, however, he was killed in broad daylight, when the sun was high in the sky.

Baltimore Cemetery Park.

As they entered, Ike noticed that the old men guarding the cemetery were looking at them with expressions of fear and dread.

Three funerals in less than a month, and the same group of people attending each one—anyone would be completely panicked in that situation.

After all, this isn't an era ravaged by plagues.

The funeral went smoothly.

After all, this is the third wave. To put it somewhat inappropriately, we've already gained experience from the previous two trials.

Half an hour later.

The funeral, which came and went in a hurry, came to an abrupt end.

After the funeral, the priest who had officiated at the previous two ceremonies also hurriedly took his leave despite Claire's father's attempts to persuade him to stay.

Before leaving, he also tactfully told Claire's father that God loves the world, so he would be very busy, and if he needed anything else, he could contact another colleague.

All right.

The priest was clearly afraid too.

Ike, dressed in a black suit, watched from afar as a group of people gathered together, seemingly discussing something.

Chris, wearing a long black dress, walked over.

A hint of amazement flashed in Ike's eyes as he looked at him.

There's a saying that goes something like this.

To look stylish, you need to wear... what was it again?

Chris walked over to Ike's side, glanced at the group of people not far away, and then said calmly, "I might have to move."

Ike glanced at Chris.

He was not surprised.

If Chris hadn't moved, Ike would still think Chris and her family were stubborn.

Freddie Kruger is back.

This is what Jerry Mouse learned from wandering the streets and alleys these past few days.

This information circulated within a small circle of insiders on Yushu Street.

only?

Ike said calmly, "It's no use. Even if you move to the ends of the earth, you'll still be found, unless..."

Chris's eyes lit up. "Unless what?"

Ike looked at Chris and said, "Let's move to the East. The cultures of the East and West are not compatible, and the East is said to have the Nine Provinces Barrier, which should be able to stop that evil spirit."

Chris: "..."

What?

I thought Ekko might make a move?

Stop fooling around.

A king may have a bad temper and a bad personality, but he must keep his word, even if he is in a fit of rage.

Golden words and jade pronouncements do not belong solely to the emperors of the East.

Similarly, it also belonged to the Western kings.

Not long after.

The crowd that had gathered not far away, seemingly discussing something, dispersed.

Ike looked at Claire waving to him from a distance, and then glanced one last time at Chris beside him.

After a moment of silence, Ike revealed a snowflake that wouldn't melt even when the outside temperature reached over 100 degrees Celsius.

"This is……"

"This is for you."

After handing the snowflake to Chris, Ike walked away without looking back towards Claire, who was not far away.

Claire, who had been watching this scene, winked at Ike as he approached and said, "A token of love?"

Ike rolled his eyes at Claire and said, "Claire, I can understand that you miss Francis, but can you control yourself a little? Come on, I'm only fifteen."

Claire smiled and said, "Love knows no age."

Abby shrugged and said, "But I think love should happen when both reason and emotion are present. Do you think it counts right now?"

Why doesn't it count?

"Hehe." Ike chuckled and said, "Right now, Chris is just captivated by my mystery. It's impulsive. She's just following her primal instincts to understand me and decipher my secrets. Once I'm transparent to her, she'll lose that sense of novelty, and I'll become expired food in her eyes."

"Wouldn't it be better to maintain the mystery?"

"Forget it, it's too tiring. I prefer to live a more relaxed life."

"..."

Claire blinked at Ike, who always had a slight smile on his face. If it were anyone else, she would have been suspicious, but Ike, who had experienced two terrifying incidents, no matter how Ike said things that didn't seem to fit his age, Claire thought it was normal.