I'm an antique shop owner, so it's reasonable for me to know some magic

Chapter 520 Shen Xuanxuan: You know what I mean, right?

"Oh dear, you're wrong, it wasn't this Taoist priest who discovered it. It was clearly this young man's doing."

"I'm sorry, brother, you won't be angry if I share your credit with someone else, will you?"

"He doesn't seem flustered at all; he's really brave."

"I think they're scared out of their wits. Don't forget those priests who came to exorcise demons before; they were scared to death before we even started."

"Hahahahahaha..."

These conversations occurred almost simultaneously, with the communicators seemingly able to know what was to come without waiting for the other to finish speaking, resulting in dozens of overlapping exchanges with different voices and tones.

Strangely, the three people below could understand the content of the ghosts' conversation.

It's like forcibly stuffing this information into the brain.

Numerous sounds, like sharp ice axes, violently and wildly churned the cochlea.

Shen Xuanxuan felt a tightness in his chest and a throbbing pain in his head, but the physical pain did not slow down his reaction.

With a cold snort, a continuous flow of Qi emanated from his body.

The right hand that was resting on the demon's face did not retract; instead, it clenched its five fingers, gripping the enemy like a pair of pincers, while muttering incantations.

The left hand quickly changed hand seals, and in conjunction with the incantation chanted, golden light suddenly burst forth.

The ghostly face, which had been wearing a sinister smile, suddenly twisted, and thick black smoke billowed from it.

The inconspicuous golden light in the dark space was like a scorching beam of light magnified by a high-powered magnifying glass to the evil spirits, causing unbearable burning pain just by getting close to it.

"Golden Light Mantra! You damned Taoist priest!"

The demon's painful howls invigorated Shen Xuanxuan, and just as he was about to press his advantage, a strange gust of wind blew in and flipped him over!

The sudden burst of such terrifying wind pressure inside the enclosed building was too much for the outermost sealed glass windows to withstand. Fine cracks quickly spread across the tempered glass, and it was only a step away from shattering into pieces.

Shen Xuanxuan's body was like a helpless fallen leaf in the cold wind. He had no choice but to throw out his whisk to bind the supporting pillar and stabilize himself.

"What a powerful, eerie wind!"

Floating in the air, he couldn't think of a way to deal with it, while the howling wind grew stronger and stronger!

At the critical moment, a hymn as beautiful as heavenly music came from not far away.

Shen Xuanxuan looked up.

Theresa was enveloped in a pure white holy light, and the silver cross pendant floated up due to the power generated by her chanting.

The radiance, though intangible, effectively blocked the invasion of the yin wind.

Shen Xuanxuan, who had previously fluttered in the wind like a flag, no longer needed to fight against the yin wind and his body fell down.

But the height of two or three meters was nothing to him. With a simple roll to dissipate the force, he came to a steady stop behind Theresa.

"Thanks for saving me."

Standing behind Theresa, Shen Xuanxuan finally had a chance to catch his breath.

The look in his eyes as he gazed at Theresa was one of profound shock.

At this moment, the entire space was divided into two distinct areas, with the nun serving as the dividing line.

A howling wind and violent air currents blew everything that wasn't fixed to the floor into the air.

The debris, caught in the turmoil, slammed against the walls and pillars, creating terrifying noises that made one's eyelids twitch.

On the other side, bathed in white light, there was peace and tranquility, as if it were another world in stark contrast.

The battle between the two continued relentlessly, and no matter how the demons attacked, Theresa's defenses remained impregnable and unyielding.

[Ordinary clergy members of the Vatican should not possess such power; this young girl's position within the Holy See is likely far higher than I imagined.]

Shen Xuanxuan looked at Theresa and secretly speculated in his heart.

Regardless of this young lady's true status, the fact that the comrades in the united front have demonstrated unexpected fighting power is undoubtedly a good thing.

"We need to think of a way to escape quickly. Let's get back to the first floor." Shen Xuanxuan looked around while thinking.

"The enemy is powerful. Even with Miss Selva's help, we can't be entirely confident we can drive away these evil spirits. Besides..."

He glanced at the young man standing next to Theresa, who hadn't made a move since the beginning.

The kid didn't move at all; it must be the first time he'd ever seen something like this.

But it doesn't matter. Once you've filled in the gaps, you can look back on these things like clay chickens and earthenware dogs.

"In this situation, it's best to retreat."

"What about the people down there?"

Shen Xuanxuan was taken aback by the nun's sudden question, and then managed a weak smile.

“Miss Selva, I have a saying: ‘A clay bodhisattva crossing the river can hardly save itself.’ The current situation speaks for itself.”

Only if we survive will we have the chance to avenge ourselves and the innocent people who died at the hands of evil spirits.

After saying this, Shen Xuanxuan secretly observed the other person's expression and found that there was no hesitation or wavering on that clear and beautiful face.

broken.

He thought to himself, this is bad.

Just as there are bookworms in Confucianism who became foolish from reading too much and were martyred, there is also a group of rigid thinkers in the Holy See who adhere to doctrine.

Shen Xuanxuan knew that sacrificing oneself for others was the highest virtue in the doctrines of these Westerners, the kind that would definitely get you into heaven after death.

But you've gone to heaven, what should this poor monk do?
Shen Xuanxuan glanced at the person opposite him.

The brief exchange had already made the evil spirits serious; layers upon layers of pale, ghostly figures appeared and disappeared, and at the same time, the yin energy in the vicinity grew increasingly intense.

Even with the filtration of Qi and holy light, the air was unimaginably cold and heavy, and every breath felt as painful as inhaling glacial water from the far north.

They are gathering their strength, preparing to break through the holy light defenses erected by the nuns in one fell swoop.

"If we don't leave now, it will be too late!"

Shen Xuanxuan finally lost his temper.

"If you don't think about yourself, you should at least think about this kid next to you. If we start fighting, can you guarantee you can protect him?"

All those people below combined aren't as important as him!

As expected, Theresa showed some hesitation after hearing these words.

There is a play!

Shen Xuanxuan was overjoyed and thought he should strike while the iron was hot, so he frantically signaled to the young man with his eyes to have him whisper sweet nothings in his ear.

The plea of ​​a sickly lover is far more effective than the garrulous words of this old geezer.

This kid is so smart, he doesn't seem like the kind of stubborn person who'd just throw his life away.

It all depends on you! You know what I mean, right?

The silent youth glanced at him, seemed to understand his intention, nodded, and even gave a thumbs up to indicate that he understood.

Shen Xuanxuan felt much more at ease upon seeing this.

But he didn't expect that the other party's first words would infuriate him.

"Do what you want to do, don't worry about me."

The young man reached out and gently patted Theresa's back, his tone full of encouragement and understanding.

"Didn't you say you wanted to make a good impression? The opportunity is right in front of you."

"I believe you."

(End of this chapter)