Sarah guessed wrong.
Worried about his girlfriend, Luke hadn’t stuck to his usual middle-aged-man routine. After getting the message, he immediately rushed over in his car.
But by the time he arrived, he happened to see Su Fan leading the group out of the completely wrecked villa.
“What happened to you guys…?”
Luke glanced at the injured men, then at the crumbling house, completely bewildered by what had happened.
But then he saw Bill stagger forward. Though he was clutching his chest, he looked spirited.
“Mr. Nice Guy showed up pretty fast, but too bad the show’s already over.”
Luke had no idea what Bill was talking about. He could only see that the people in front of him were covered in blood and looked seriously hurt, so he immediately offered to take them for treatment.
“I won’t go with you. Just remember to drop by later and pay the exorcism fee.”
“How much?”
“Thirty grand.”
That was no small amount—especially for people whose work and daily lives had already been severely disrupted.
But Luke didn’t show the slightest hint of discomfort. He just nodded honestly.
“Got it. Here are my car keys as collateral. Su Fan, you drive the car back to the shop. I’ll come by another day to pay.”
After saying goodbye to Su Fan, Luke took Bill’s car and drove the group to the nearest hospital.
Su Fan got into the driver’s seat and slowly drove back toward his shop.
Meanwhile, he started thinking about what Debbie had said earlier.
Hell, evil—clearly Lisa had used her clairvoyant abilities to see something she shouldn’t have.
In Western myths and ghost stories, there’s a strong emphasis on reason and willpower.
Before possessing someone, an evil spirit has to first shatter their sanity.
And once a person’s reason hits zero, they become a plaything for evil gods or demons, doomed forever.
Su Fan had initially thought Lisa was just an ordinary person who, after summoning those Jewish spirits through a séance, was killed by them.
But now it seemed more likely that she had been driven mad by something terrifying and chose to hang herself.
As he drove out of the neighborhood, Su Fan smoothly shifted gears and turned the wheel while organizing clues in his mind.
From the earlier details, the evil spirits gathered in the villa weren’t trying to kill Bill and the others—they wanted to expel their souls and take over their bodies.
That woman named Izzy had almost had an evil spirit crawl into her mouth.
Maybe Lisa killed herself to prevent the ghosts trapped in the villa from using her body to escape?
If that was the case, that was pretty self-sacrificing.
As for the words she left behind, Su Fan already had an answer.
The defeat of Paimon, a high-ranking demon among the seventy-two demons of Solomon, would attract even more demons to gather.
From now on, supernatural incidents on this land would only increase, not decrease.
And most of them would probably be coming after him.
[Looks like I’ve got my work cut out for me.]
Su Fan sighed and then honked his horn.
It was getting close to evening, and traffic was picking up.
The roads were getting more congested, so he couldn’t drive far without having to stop for a while.
With bad traffic came people cutting in and changing lanes randomly.
Whenever someone tried to do that, Su Fan would kindly greet them with his horn.
Just like now.
“What are you honking at, you son of a bitch!”
Just then, a black guy with a thick gold chain around his neck stuck his head out of the car in front and started cursing at Su Fan.
Su Fan wasn’t the type to take that lying down. He cursed right back.
Foreigners only had so many swear words in their vocabulary. Compared to Su Fan, who had spent years honing his trash-talking skills online, they stood no chance. Before long, the guy was fuming.
He immediately reached for a crowbar and got out of his car, ready to charge over—but Su Fan raised his gun first, beating him to it.
Seeing the dark gun barrel aimed at him, the previously furious black guy instantly dropped the crowbar, raised both hands, and broke into a wide grin.
“Hey, bro, no need to be so serious. It’s just a little thing…”
“Get back in your car.”
Su Fan gestured with the gun barrel.
“Okay, okay…”
The guy quickly picked up the crowbar and scrambled back into his car, practically crawling.
Who says black guys have hot tempers? This one seemed pretty mild and well-behaved to me.
Su Fan smirked and put the fake gun back in its place.
The little run-in with the road-raging guy was just a minor hiccup.
What followed was the same dull, mind-numbing drive—stop and go, wasting a ton of time.
[I’d be faster if I just got out and carried the car.]
Su Fan couldn’t help but grumble to himself.
Luckily, it didn’t last forever. Su Fan finally made it back to his antique shop before closing time.
Just as he parked and was about to leave, he noticed a figure crouched by the roadside.
The figure looked rather small and slender, with smooth, flowing hair—definitely a woman.
This was back before the LGBT movement had really taken off, so he didn’t have to worry about any “surprise from behind” situations.
She was fiddling with a phone, but judging by her fidgety, frustrated movements, she was clearly a complete technophobe.
Su Fan didn’t pay her much attention. He shifted slightly to the side and tried to walk past quietly.
But to his surprise, the crouching figure suddenly turned her head, stood up, and hurried toward him.
“Sir! Sir!”
Her voice grew more urgent, but Su Fan pretended not to hear and kept walking.
It wasn’t until she ran right in front of him that he finally had to stop.
“Excuse me, sir. Please wait a moment.”
Su Fan looked her up and down.
Her face was beautiful even without a trace of makeup.
Though she dressed like any ordinary girl, there was a unique aura about her.
Her gentle eyes held a pure, unworldly innocence.
She was completely different from the women you’d see everywhere on the streets.
Standing in front of him at less than 1.7 meters tall, she looked like a small, defenseless animal.
“I’m not very good with phones, and I’ve run into a bit of trouble. Could you please help me?”
Su Fan nodded.
“Sure.”
“I called out to you several times just now, but you didn’t respond. May I ask if you didn’t hear me?”
Her tone was polite, and there wasn’t a trace of sarcasm in it.
Clearly, she was just trying to strike up a conversation and be friendly.
“I thought you were calling someone else.”
Su Fan made up an excuse as he took the phone from her.
The truth was, he’d suddenly had a feeling that getting involved with this woman might bring trouble later on.
For a cultivator, such premonitions never come out of nowhere. That’s why Su Fan had chosen to leave.
But he hadn’t expected her to actually chase after him.
There was no avoiding it, huh…
“I see. I thought my voice was just too quiet.”
The woman nodded as if suddenly understanding.
Su Fan glanced at her phone and didn’t see anything wrong with it.
It powered on and functioned normally.
“So, what’s the problem…?”
“It just wouldn’t respond no matter what buttons I pressed earlier. I don’t know why…”
Su Fan paused for a moment.
Then, right in front of her, he carefully demonstrated how to unlock the screen.
“This is the phone’s lock screen—it’s to prevent accidental touches. You just do this, and it’s fine.”
“I see.”
The woman nodded, took the phone, tried it herself, and after confirming it worked, gave Su Fan a slight bow.
“Thank you for your help. May God bless you.”
Hearing that, Su Fan was sure of it.
The woman before him was definitely a nun from some convent.
Nuns are generally forbidden from using worldly things. In the eyes of the church, these women have dedicated their lives to God.
They mustn’t let the temptations of worldly demons cloud their minds.
Their days are spent praying, confessing, and making handicrafts.
They live completely detached from the outside world.
So the question was—what was a nun doing coming to a place like this?
