Exorcist of the American Nightmares

Pang!!! Pang!!! As Yorks went down one step after another, the sound triggered by his feet was louder than ever.

  This cold and silent basement seemed to have turned into a speaker with an amplifying effect, any movement ringing in the ears was just doubly loud.

  If it was an ordinary person looking at the dark and dreary space inside combined with the sound in his ears, he might have a hairy heart, but Yorks was indifferent, he just silently shifted the small bag hanging on his shoulder to his chest for easy access.

  He didn't have any storage space, and this small bag was tantamount to his own storage space, which was full of things that had to be used.

  By reciting the bible that was able to increase the power of his magic, it presented a 1+1 effect.

  Fifty rounds of special salt bullets that were all enchanted and able to give.

  Three bottles of holy water, three crosses that had been consecrated to facilitate his direct output.

  "Finally, I know why basements are standard in ghost movies."

  Carrying the Winchester M1897, Yorkshire, who had just walked down the stairs until he was on top of the flat ground, after turning on the light, looked around only to feel that this basement was indeed very suitable as one of the horror places in ghost movies, and that the horror elements were just too complete.

  In the dim light, this not-so-small basement was littered with clutter, all wooden furniture and a bed, old, dry and cracked and covered with cobwebs. There were also some clothes hanging east and west, filled with dust ...

  As a rule, it might not be much, but combined with the grimy atmosphere and the fact that Ben knew there was something unclean here, the horror factor just doubled, making one's head spin.

  Of course, Yorks was not in this range, he scanned the area and then walked to the center of the basement.

  In his eyes, the grievances here were as thick as the fog that filled the basement.

  It was a pity that there was only so much worth talking about, even though he had already walked to the center, no movement happened.

  "Not coming out?"

  Yorkshire wiped his eyes in passing, looking at the resentment filling the air under the spread of his magic and raised an eyebrow.

  Although the undead and evil spirits are wandering the human world, they also have a space that belongs to their own existence, only that they will be confined to a range as if they were in jail, and unless someone has been cursed by them and shifted, they can only follow and shift ...

  That's why Roger's family's situation didn't change at all even if they left here ...

  "Fine, if you don't come out, then I'll force you to come out." Yorkshire grabbed the Winchester M1897 with his right hand, and with his left hand, he reached into the small bag on his chest to take out a bottle of holy water.

  In the western world, holy water had an effect on anything evil, demons, even evil spirits or undead, to these things, holy water was poison that could kill.

  Yorks thumb pushed up into the cork of the bottle and picked it out easily with a single upward motion.

  "I gave you your chance!"

  Saying that, Yorkshire took the bottle and flung it forward, with the holy water inside splashed out, only to see the grievances in front of him like a thick fog violently sweeping outward as if it had encountered the nemesis of Tian Ke, avoiding the range of the holy water.

  "Come out!!!"

  Yorkshire continued to fling the bottle and began to fling the holy water to the left.

  As before, the thick resentment instantly melted like snow meeting fire, and the already thick fog of resentment began to thin out.

  "Come out!!!"

  Still no movement, Yorkshire continued to fling to the right, the holy water inside the bottle was enough for him to fling through the front and back, left and right quadrants, if that mother's evil spirit still doesn't come out then it's just looking for its own death, he can't be blamed.

  "Come out!!!"

  As Yorks drank, the holy water splashed out to the right.

  Just then, Yorks turned around violently, the Winchester M1897 gripped tightly in his right hand was instantly aimed in front of him as he felt the temperature change and movement behind him.

  Only to see a thick, chubby woman wearing a polish-like dress of the western eighteenth century appear on the wooden furniture.

  It just sat there cowering into a ball, holding a blood-stained knife to its back.   A rough voice that didn't sound like a man, but like a beast kind of voice rang out.

  "She made me do it ..."

  "She made me do it!!!"

  "..."

  Yorkshire silently clenched the bottle in his left hand, the muzzle of the shotgun in his right hand always aimed at the evil, no, undead spirit in front of him.

  If he was right, the fat woman was the mother of the one who had died tragically in the basement; after all, it didn't have that and its intense malice in it.

  "Where is she!" Yorkshire said calmly.

  However, just as his words fell, the fat woman trembled, and her figure instead became even more cowering and vain.

  Obviously, the other party was obviously very afraid of that "her", Bathsheba, to the extent that she couldn't even stabilize her figure.

  "No!!!"

  "I don't want it!!!"

  Suddenly, the fat woman's figure shook more and more, and a voice similar to that of a wild beast resounded through it.

  "No!!!!"

  With the roar, the fat woman's figure, which was already starting to fade, disappeared in an instant.

  At the same time.

  Yorks sighed in his heart, and with a snap, the bottle in his left hand instantly burst, and holy water flowed out from the seam of his left hand, only to see that between the shifting of Yorks' figure, his left hand fiercely punched a heavy punch to the right.

  He was like a real boxer, and this heavy punch was mighty with his tall body.

  The fat woman undead that had just disappeared with a small knife had just appeared from the right side when this heavy punch from Yorkshire hit its face that was covered in black juice.

  "Howl !!!!!"

  Accompanied by a howl and a banging sound of bursting air, the fat woman's figure was knocked out of existence and disappeared without a trace.

  "Seek death!"

  Yorkshire, who finished this punch, his face was calm to the extreme, only a hint of severity appeared in his eyes, he disregarded the remaining debris in his left hand, and moved without stopping to once again take out a bottle of holy water to throw it fiercely towards the place where the grievances had just gathered.

  In this instant, when the bottle was still in the air, Yorkshire raised the Winchester M1897 in his right hand and pulled the trigger, the whole action was done in one go.

  Bang !!!!

  At the same time that the Winchester M1897 spewed out salt bullets, the holy water bottle in the air was also hit and burst, dots and dashes of holy water over there spilling into the surroundings.

  While everyone in the upstairs living room was taken aback by the gunfire, movement appeared first on this side of the basement.

  "Howl ah ah ah ah ah ah !!!!!"

  While the sound of howling like a wild beast rang out, a sound of ropes that were being tightened followed, and the temperature of the entire basement dropped at an extremely fast rate.

  CLICK!!!

  Yorks quickly pulled the pump handle of the Winchester M1897 and blasted a shot with a trigger pull towards where the grievances were rapidly gathering.

  The timing was very skillfully chosen, and the moment before the Winchester M1897 sprayed out the special salt bullet, in the direction that the gun was aimed at, a figure floating in the air out of thin air, wearing white pajamas strewn with rust stains and a cloaked head just appeared.