“Back in the 1800s, before the haunted house was even built, the land was a private farm.”
“The owner, Jedson, married a woman named Bathsheba.”
Hearing this, Su Fan’s brow furrowed slightly.
The name Sheba reminded him of a figure from the Bible who was only described in a few scattered lines.
The Queen of Sheba.
Legend has it that she was the queen of the Arabian Peninsula. After meeting King Solomon, she fell in love with him and gave birth to his son.
Solomon, huh…
Bathsheba’s background wasn’t simple at all. She was a descendant of Mary Esty, who was executed during the Salem witch trials.
Because her ancestors were falsely accused and executed by the townspeople, Bathsheba was a devoted follower of Satan from the very beginning.
She killed several of her own children one after another, and in the end, she killed her own baby just seven days after giving birth, offering it as a sacrifice to Satan.
After her deeds were exposed, she climbed a large tree at the entrance of the farm, declared that the land belonged to her, cursed everyone who tried to possess it, and then hanged herself with a rope.
The time of death was 3:07.
“3:07? What’s so special about that?”
“According to Caroline, who came to find Ed and his team, every clock inside the house is frozen at that exact time.”
So we have Sheba, Salem, and now Satan worship…
You don’t even have to think about it—Bathsheba is definitely the one causing all this trouble.
“The first thing we need to do when we get there is to confirm the presence of the ghost, Mr. Su Fan.”
Theresa suddenly reminded him.
“Ed and Rowling’s original plan was to go in together with a journalist and a local sheriff. The two of them are meant to be witnesses.”
The Winchester brothers live by stealing credit card information, so they go to great lengths to hide their exorcism work and their own activities.
Unlike them, the Warrens make their money through their reputation.
That means they constantly need to document their exorcism processes and also invite witnesses.
This is to prove that they are legitimate paranormal investigators, not fraudsters making things up to trick people.
So wherever they go, they tend to have a bunch of people following along.
“Tell them not to come.”
Su Fan didn’t want extra people getting in the way and becoming a nuisance.
Not only are they no help at all, but in a critical moment, Su Fan might even have to go rescue them.
Hearing Su Fan say this, Theresa added a little sheepishly,
“They’ve already found a place to stay near the house and are waiting there.”
They sure move fast.
Well, since they’re already here, so be it.
As annoyed as Su Fan was, since it had already happened, he decided to just let it run its course.
As long as they don’t cause trouble and know to run when danger appears, that’s fine.
Seeing that Su Fan didn’t look displeased, Theresa let out a small sigh of relief.
“They’re not the kind of people who don’t believe and deliberately get in the way.”
“For this exorcism, the journalist even came to ask me where to set up the thermal camera… he’s a capable assistant.”
Just then, Su Fan’s car began to slow down.
Theresa stopped talking about the topic she had been about to bring up.
Sensing the shift in atmosphere inside the car, she followed Su Fan’s gaze and looked ahead.
At a bend in the road, hanging from the branches of a tree, was a woman.
The woman’s white clothes were tattered and stained, her hands and feet were blackened, and she was emaciated.
Her withered hair, like weeds, covered her face, making her true appearance impossible to see.
A bone-chillingly cold wind blew into the car through the window, making Theresa shudder!
The hanged woman was clearly so far away from them, but for some reason, Theresa felt like she could hear the sound of the corpse swaying in the wind, the branches creaking…
Dark clouds also began to spread across the sky.
Su Fan narrowed his eyes.
He had looked at the map—the house they were heading to was still about twenty kilometers away from here.
To be able to create an illusion from that far away and even affect the weather…
Bathsheba was more than just a little stronger than Yurona from before.
“Mr. Su Fan…”
Seeing a real evil spirit for the very first time, Theresa felt a little nervous.
“Am I seeing things?”
“I see it too. But don’t worry, it’s just an illusion the enemy created to scare us.”
Su Fan explained casually.
He drove slowly right under the swinging woman’s body without any hurry, even tilting his head up to take a closer look.
Such bold behavior left Theresa a bit stunned, and she even momentarily forgot the fear the evil spirit had brought her.
“Why? Can she sense us coming?”
Theresa was a bit confused.
Even when evil spirits haunt people, they usually need some kind of trigger or medium.
They hadn’t been there before, nor had they met the Perron family.
How did the evil spirit lock onto them?
“Maybe through a cell phone.”
Su Fan casually offered his guess.
“Don’t worry, though. The fact that she’s trying to warn us means she’s worried we might pose a threat to her.”
“The more the enemy opposes us, the more it proves we’re doing the right thing.”
Hearing Su Fan say this, Theresa felt a surge of strength rise within her and gave a small nod.
But while they were still talking, the same scene appeared up ahead again.
A bend, a strange tree, the body of a woman hanging from a rope.
Seeing this, Su Fan frowned. He took out a bottle of purified water from the car that he had drunk about half of, infused it with a bit of spiritual energy, opened the window, and threw it directly at Bathsheba!
The water bottle, imbued with Su Fan’s spiritual energy and propelled by his strength, flew like a cannonball and smacked solidly into the illusion.
What surprised Theresa was that the illusion didn’t just dissipate. Instead, as if it had a physical body, it was sent flying backward by the bottle.
Then, pulled by the rope, it started spinning around the branch like a little pinwheel going round and round.
As the rope wound tighter and shorter, the speed of its spinning somehow sped up eerily.
Finally, the rope ran out, and its head got stuck between the branches, making it stop.
All the scary and eerie atmosphere that had been built up vanished in an instant.
Seeing this, Theresa felt a sudden urge to laugh.
But she immediately forced it down, pressing her reddish lips together, though the corners of her mouth kept twitching.
I can’t laugh… I feel like if I laugh, I’ll go to hell.
The white, hanging figure soon dissipated.
Su Fan had seen through the enemy’s intention from the start.
[You want to play a game of feints and reality, trying to catch us off guard? Idiot.]
The first was an illusion. The second was something like a clone.
She wanted to take advantage of Su Fan and Theresa’s rash mindset after just overcoming their fear to ambush them.
But she didn’t expect that Su Fan’s ability to see through spirits could already perceive through falsehoods.
It’s a shame we didn’t rent a convertible. Otherwise, I would have reached up, yanked her down, and given her two solid punches no matter what.
Su Fan thought to himself with a hint of regret.
