“Someone saw me…”
Su Fan, while moving at high speed, had kept his spiritual sense active.
He easily noticed the woman below who was tilting her head back, staring blankly into the sky.
However, Su Fan didn’t dwell on it.
On Halloween night, someone seeing another person gliding through the air on the wind.
Without photographic evidence, it sounded entirely like a sensational story, nothing more.
Glancing once more at the woman who was still frozen in place below, Su Fan swept past that area.
His speed increased further. In less than ten minutes, he crossed several blocks and arrived at the periphery of the community.
Just as he was about to step inside, Su Fan suddenly frowned.
He sensed that the eerie, oppressive feeling which had been present earlier had vanished.
When things are abnormal, there must be a reason for it.
Paimon couldn’t possibly give up on the physical body that was almost within its grasp.
As soon as this thought crossed his mind, Su Fan’s eyes took on a penetrating, otherworldly quality. He noticed that the black mist which had previously enshrouded the entire community was now immeasurably thinner.
Paimon’s power had weakened.
Recalling the streetlight poles he had inspected with Dean and the others, Su Fan immediately set off to investigate.
But before he even reached the main road, he smelled blood on the wind.
Following the direction of the scent, Su Fan soon saw a human head lying on the road.
In the dim environment, it was nearly impossible to make out the face clearly. He could only roughly identify the deceased as female by her spread-out long hair.
A hazy spiritual light emanated from Su Fan’s eyes, confirming the victim’s identity.
It was the little girl named Charlie.
Against the pale grey streetlight pole, the dark red blood was strikingly conspicuous.
Nearby were fresh tire tracks, but the rest of the body was nowhere to be seen.
Su Fan could roughly reconstruct the scene in his mind.
Paimon didn’t have a physical body now.
Having lost its vessel, a demon’s ability to interfere with the physical world is very limited; it can’t exert its full power.
This was a good opportunity to strike, but it also meant the boy named Peter was in danger.
Whether by its own will or not, the little girl it had been inhabiting was now dead.
The cultists would surely begin their ritual immediately.
Su Fan rose and headed towards the community.
This time, instead of leaping and gliding as before, he avoided open areas, lightened his step, and carefully scouted his surroundings.
This area was already within the cultists’ sphere of influence, so he needed to be cautious.
With his spiritual sense active, all movement within a hundred meters was laid bare before him.
Obstacles like walls posed no hindrance at all.
After a thorough search, Su Fan discovered that most of the houses were empty.
The garden soil in front of some houses showed signs of being disturbed.
The owners had most likely met with misfortune.
Finally, in the northwest corner of the community, Su Fan located them.
They were kneeling facing northwest, worshiping a headless wooden puppet, performing some kind of mysterious ritual.
Just one glance at the scene made Su Fan furrow his brow involuntarily.
Their clothing and movements were no different from ordinary people’s, even a bit more refined.
But their faces bore unnatural, exaggerated smiles.
The numerous cultists, one by one, shed every piece of clothing, kneeling naked before the puppet, sinking into a frenzied and aberrant state.
The more devout the expression on their faces, the more unsettling it became.
A middle-aged, plump woman at the front prostrated herself on the ground, chanting loudly in praise.
“Rejoice that You have shed Your unsuitable vessel, we offer our prayers to You here.”
“We reject the triune God, and turn instead to You, seeking everything from You.”
“Grant us strength and wisdom, clear the path for Your arrival.”
Shortly after the woman finished speaking, the surrounding candle flames began to flicker unnaturally.
In front of the many believer, a piece of chalk on a blackboard started to slide across it by itself.
Finally, it wrote, “Yes.”
This answer instantly ignited the fanaticism among the believer in the room.
They kowtowed, continuously shouting the name of the demon they served and worshipped.
“Hail! Paimon!”
“Hail! Paimon!”
Inside the room filled with candles, besides this group of believer, there was also a family photo of Peter and his family of four, and a photograph of another elderly woman.
The long sword Su Fan carried had already slid partway from its scabbard, revealing a glinting, cold blade.
With just a thought from Su Fan, it could fly out at any moment and take the heads of every believer in the room.
But the next second, all the cultists vanished from where they stood!
Sensing my presence, did they teleport them all away?!
Su Fan immediately moved.
He didn’t know where they were going, but based on his previous experience with exorcisms, he decided on a course of action.
Hold your position and await the enemy’s move.
Their goal was to obtain a healthy male body for Paimon; everything was orchestrated for that.
Su Fan simply needed to find the unfortunate chosen one and wait for them to come.
The information the detective had given him during the day clearly stated the address of Peter and his family.
According to the layout of the community houses, it was less than two hundred meters from this spot!
Soon, he heard the heart-wrenching sobs of a woman.
There were not only cries but also the sound of a deeply demonic incantation.
Following the sound, he saw the juvenile named Peter from the file, slumped on the floor, his expression dazed and vacant.
In Su Fan’s otherworldly vision, the three soul-lanterns on Peter’s head and shoulders were all extinguished.
His soul was flickering like a candle in the wind, misaligned from his body.
At that moment, it seemed as if a phantom image identical to him kept appearing, then merging back with his body.
Seeing the oscillation grow more intense, and Peter’s soul about to be stripped, Su Fan immediately stepped forward and affixed a yellow talisman to him to protect his faltering soul.
This sudden uninvited guest seemed to anger the voice behind the chanting.
The previously seductive tone instantly transformed into the roar of a wild beast.
“You’re looking for death!”
Su Fan took a Five-Thunder Talisman from his robe and infused it with spiritual energy.
The thunder-struck wood, also in his robe, resonated with the talisman. A heavy, muffled thunderclap exploded through the air!
RUMBLE! RUMBLE! RUMBLE!
The thunder, filled with righteous and masculine energy, shattered the layers of roaring chants.
In that instant, the world seemed to become pure and clear.
At the same time, in some basement somewhere…
The middle-aged, plump woman who had been transferred there earlier sat with her eyes tightly shut, a smile playing on her lips, muttering continuously.
Ella was dead, so now she was the foremost leader of the Paimon cult.
She had already obtained the wisdom and power bestowed by Paimon.
What was there she couldn’t accomplish?!
Using the moment when the original occupant of the vessel was shaken and vulnerable, she chanted the incantation to expel the soul.
Severing the connection between soul and body, bit by bit.
And this was just the first step in crushing his mental defenses!
But at that moment, a clap of thunder suddenly exploded in her ears, piercing straight through her skull!
Her obese body convulsed violently. Then, blood seeped from her seven orifices, and she fell over backwards!
Around her, the many cultists, who had been “frankly bare,” gradually lost the smiles that had been plastered on their faces. A look of bewilderment spread across them.
I’m really not feeling well physically, so that’s all for today…
