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Li Jiajia smiled and looked up at the pastor who had come closer.

Her neck made a cracking sound as if each cervical vertebra was being forcibly twisted.

Beneath her disheveled hair, her dry, bleeding lips slowly stretched upwards, widening into an ever-widening grin.

It ultimately settled on an exaggerated arc that no normal person could possibly achieve.

Is that all you've got?

A rough, masculine voice rang out again, its tone full of mockery and ridicule.

She stared at the crucifix in the priest's hand and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva:
"You think you can kick me out with a little tap water? You bespectacled good-for-nothing, you don't even know your wife is cheating on you, and you're acting like a saint?"

Upon hearing this, the pastor's face turned deathly pale, and he took two steps back.

With a loud crash, his back slammed heavily against the wardrobe door.

"What...what nonsense are you spouting!"

The pastor's voice trembled as he gripped the cross tightly with both hands, holding it to his chest like a shield.
"In the supreme name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, I command you: all unclean spirits and defiled shadows, quickly depart from this body! The Lord's glory will envelop this place, and no evil will be tolerated..."

He recited a prayer at lightning speed, but in his panic, his tongue got tied, and he mispronounced several syllables.

Then, in a flurry of activity, he grabbed the holy water bottle and splashed the remaining half-bottle of water all over Li Jiajia's face.

A clear liquid streamed down her cheeks.

But this time, Li Jiajia didn't even try to dodge.

She maintained that eerie smile, letting the holy water flow into her eyes.

He even stuck out his tongue and licked the water that had dripped to his mouth.

"It tastes awful."

She smacked her lips twice, then spat on the sheets with a look of disgust.

Li Jiajia stared intently at the pastor.

Those eyes were wide open to the extreme, and the whites of their eyes were instantly covered with dense red blood vessels.

And deep within the magnified pupils, a faint, chilling green light could be seen.

The pastor shuddered violently and froze on the spot.

He stared blankly into those eyes, his pupils contracting violently.

In his vision, it no longer seemed to be the eyes of a young girl, but a bottomless black well.

At the bottom of the well were countless twisted and hideous human faces, howling and beckoning to him.

It seems they want to drag him down with them, to drag him into this, to condemn him to eternal damnation.

A fear originating from the depths of his soul gripped his heart in an instant.

"me……"

The pastor's lips trembled, and he felt extremely short of breath, unable to even utter a complete prayer.

The Bible in his hand fell to the floor with a "thud".

In that half-second of his daze...

Jiajia suddenly tilted her head back and opened her mouth wide at him.

"vomit--"

A thick, black liquid with an extremely foul odor gushed from her throat like a high-pressure water jet.

The black liquid spilled over half the bed and smeared directly onto the pastor's face and the white bow tie on his chest.

"what--"

The pastor let out a bloodcurdling scream, instinctively covering his eyes with his hands.

The black water smelled a hundred times worse than a stinking ditch that had been fermenting for ten days, and it rushed straight into his nasal cavity and throat.

He frantically tried to wipe his face with his sleeve, but ended up smearing sticky black liquid all over his head.

With his view obstructed, he stumbled backward, tripping over the Bible that had just fallen.

He wandered aimlessly around the small bedroom like a headless fly.

"Haha, how does my black water taste? Isn't it much better than your lousy holy water!"

Li Jiajia laughed so hard she almost fell over, her body twisting wildly on the bed, making the belt creak.

"Father! What's wrong?"

Seeing this, Old Li quickly went around the bed to help him up.

"Don't touch me!"

The pastor shook off Old Li's hand as if he had been electrocuted, staggered back several steps, and staggered all the way to the bedroom door.

With a loud thud, his forehead slammed heavily against the door frame.

He clutched his head, gasping in pain.

After wiping his eyes, seeing Li Jiajia still grinning wildly, he felt a wave of nausea wash over him, and his legs went weak and trembled.

"This thing is too full of resentment; I can't deal with her. You'd better find someone else who can do it!"

The pastor spoke with trepidation, not daring to look at the girl on the bed any longer.

He turned around and grabbed the black leather bag on the desk, not even bothering to pick up the Bible that had fallen to the ground, only wanting to escape this strange and dangerous place as soon as possible.

Because he had a strong premonition.

If we stay any longer, we'll anger the thing hidden inside the girl's body, and we'll definitely die!
"Father, you took the deposit before, didn't you say you'd take care of this? Now that you're gone, what will happen to Jiajia?"

Ning Yue's eyes turned red with anger. Ignoring the nauseating stench emanating from the other person, she scrambled to her feet and grabbed the priest's arm.

Her voice was pleading, and tears streamed down her face.

"Father, could you think of another way? Maybe sprinkling more holy water would work."

"I'm sorry, but my abilities are truly limited! If you're in a hurry, why don't you go find a Taoist priest to take a look?"

The pastor looked embarrassed, his eyes darting nervously towards the door.
"Or, I can go back to the church to report the situation first, and then send a more experienced colleague over to help you exorcise the evil spirits."

While spouting perfunctory words, he used all his strength to pry Ning Yue's fingers off.

After abruptly pulling her arm back, Ning Yue stumbled and almost fell.

Without looking back, the pastor rushed out of the bedroom, stumbled through the messy living room, flung open the security door, and fled in panic.

"Father, you can't leave!"

Behind me came Old Li's desperate shouts.

The pastor completely ignored him, pretending not to hear.

He rushed into the stairwell, hastily wiping his face, which was covered in black water, with his sleeve, and ran down the stairs in a few quick steps.

Today's experience was truly terrifying. I was just hoping to take on some side jobs to earn some extra money, but I never expected to actually run into a vengeful ghost!

Fortunately, he ran fast enough. Losing money was a minor matter; saving his life was the most important thing!
The pastor was restless, his mind filled with the girl's wide smile that stretched from her lips to her ears.

When I reached the corner platform between the third and second floors, I suddenly tripped and fell forward uncontrollably.

"Ouch!"

He cried out in alarm, grabbing at the ground with both hands, about to fall flat on his face.

Just then, a strong hand firmly grabbed his shoulder and pulled him backward.

The pastor, still shaken, steadied himself and looked up.

There stood a tall, handsome young man.

The other person was wearing a clean white shirt and was looking at him with a slight frown.

"Are you okay?"

Fang Cheng released his grip, his gaze sweeping over the pastor's face, which was covered in black filth and emanated a foul stench, before looking at the cross hanging on his chest.

"it's okay no problem."

The pastor, panting heavily, waved his hands repeatedly:

"Thank you, young man. Could you please let me pass?"

He stammered a thank you, then glanced back upstairs as if he'd seen a ghost:

"Make way! Take my advice, don't go up there! There are evil spirits in 304! They might eat people!"

After saying that, he clutched his briefcase tightly, hugged the wall, bypassed Fang Cheng, and continued running downstairs.

His leather shoes clattered loudly on the steps, and his back looked like that of a stray dog.

Fang Cheng stood there, his eyebrows slightly raised, the strong, fishy stench emanating from the priest lingering around his nose.

He looked down at his right hand, which had just gripped the other person's shoulder.

There was a small puddle of sticky black liquid on the palm of his hand.

A hint of disdain flashed in Fang Cheng's eyes, and a tiny golden flame quietly rose from his fingertip. Instantly, it burned the filth into nothingness ashes, leaving not even a wisp of smoke.

"A demon?"

Fang Cheng looked at the figure that had disappeared down the stairs and shook his head gently.

He immediately turned around and continued climbing the steps.

Upon arriving on the third floor, I looked up at the door number on my right—304.

"This is it."

He nodded to himself, confirming that the address was correct.

The brown security door of this house was half-open, not fully closed.

A strong smell of Chinese medicine, mixed with a nauseating stench, wafted out through the cracks in the door.

Clearly, the pastor who ran away with his head in his hands earlier escaped from here.

The faint sounds of a woman crying, rude and hoarse cursing, and the dull thud of heavy objects hitting wooden boards could be heard from inside the house.

It appears this family is experiencing an unpleasant domestic violence dispute.

Fang Cheng stepped forward, raised his hand, bent his index and middle fingers, and knocked twice on the security door.

"Dong dong."

The crisp knocking sound echoed in the hallway.

"Excuse me, is anyone home?"

Fang Cheng raised his voice and shouted inside.

The crying inside the house paused for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, a flurry of footsteps came from the inner room.

Then the door was opened, and a woman in pajamas with messy short hair appeared in the entryway.

Her eyes were red and swollen, her face was full of fatigue and anxiety, and she was clutching a wad of tissues that had been used to wipe away her tears.

At this moment, he raised his head and his gaze fell on the tall figure standing outside the door.

Upon seeing the person's face, the woman froze instantly.

Her eyes widened, and she opened her mouth in astonishment:
"Fang Cheng?"

Ning Yue paused for two seconds, then quickly wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, her voice filled with surprise:

How did you find your way here?

"I was planning to go to your store to look at cars today, but your colleague told me that you had a family emergency and took a long leave."

Fang Cheng answered calmly, his gaze sweeping over Ning Yue's shoulder and taking in the room.
“I found out your address and happened to be passing by, so I came up to see if there was anything I could do to help.”

Ning Yue turned around following Fang Cheng's gaze, and the filthy and messy living room immediately stung her eyes.

She instinctively clenched the tissue in her hand, lowered her head, and her voice betrayed her embarrassment:

"My house is such a mess, it's embarrassing for you to see."

Her old classmate stood outside the door looking glamorous, while she was stuck in a messy quagmire. The stark contrast made her cheeks burn.

"Jiajia, what's wrong?"

"Help! Someone, come quick!"

Suddenly, a terrified scream erupted from inside the house.

Ning Yue shuddered and abruptly raised her head:
"Dad, Mom!"

She realized something was wrong and was about to turn around and run inside.

call--

A sudden gust of violent wind swept up from outside the door.

With a short sonic boom, Ning Yue felt her eardrums go numb, and the wisps of hair on her forehead were violently pulled back by the strong wind.

The half-open security door was also blown heavily against the wall by the wind, shaking down a large amount of white dust.

Fang Cheng, who was standing in front of her, vanished in an instant.

Ning Yue stood there, stunned.

A full half second passed before the sound of furniture clattering came from the inner room again.

She suddenly came to her senses, stumbled into the hallway, and rushed towards the dimly lit bedroom.

As soon as she rushed into the room, the sight before her made Ning Yue's legs go weak, and she had to grip the door frame tightly to keep her balance.

The father-in-law was seen protecting the mother-in-law who had collapsed to the ground. The two huddled in a corner, trembling with fear on their faces.

And beside that single bed.

The four thick leather straps that were originally tied to the iron frame have now broken off, and the metal buckles have fallen to the floor.

Li Jiajia's body was suspended in mid-air at this moment.

Fang Cheng grabbed her neck with one hand, stretched his arm straight forward, and lifted her up.

Li Jiajia, who was being controlled, was lifted off the ground and thrashed violently like a dying fish.

She curled her fingers into claws and frantically scratched Fang Cheng's arm.

The sharp fingernails scratched across Fang Cheng's shirt fabric, but couldn't even tear a single wrinkle. Instead, they made a dull sound like scratching on a steel plate.

"Fang Cheng...you..."

Ning Yue opened her mouth wide, as if there was a wad of cotton stuffed in her throat. Half a sentence got stuck in her throat and she swallowed it back down.

Her mind raced, and she instantly understood.

Jiajia has gone berserk again.

This time, he went even crazier, breaking free of his belt and trying to bite someone.

If Fang Cheng hadn't intervened in time, his father-in-law and mother-in-law would probably have met with misfortune.

Having figured this out, Ning Yue turned her gaze to Fang Cheng again, her mind buzzing.

He managed to firmly grasp a 100-pound adult in a frenzied state with just one hand.

The posture was too relaxed, like picking up a chicken waiting to be slaughtered in a market.

No matter how frantically Li Jiajia struggled, her outstretched arm didn't budge an inch.

Looking at the scene before her, Ning Yue felt a strong sense of unfamiliarity.

Is this still the same skinny high school classmate who used to sit behind me?

Fang Cheng casually flicked his wrist.

boom!
Li Jiajia was thrown through the air and slammed back onto the bed.

The old springs groaned under the pressure, and the iron bed frame shook violently a few times.

"You all go out first."

Fang Cheng did not turn around, his gaze still fixed on Li Jiajia, and spoke in a deep voice.

Old Li swallowed hard, leaned against the wall to stand up, his voice trembling:

"Ning Yue, who is this gentleman?"

"Dad, Mom, he's my high school classmate. He came to visit me today."

Ning Yue quickly explained, then stepped forward and helped her mother-in-law up from the ground.

Fang Cheng continued calmly:
"I have some medical knowledge and can help you cure her illness."

"However, my method is a bit special. The process requires an absolutely quiet environment and cannot be disturbed, otherwise it is easy to malfunction."

Upon hearing this, Old Li's dim eyes instantly lit up.

His wife, who was still sobbing beside him, also came to her senses and stared at Fang Cheng with hopeful eyes.

Ning Yue bit her lower lip, feeling half-believing and half-doubting.

Can Fang Cheng really cure this strange disease that even experts from major hospitals and the recently absconded pastor couldn't cure?
But looking at her sister-in-law on the bed, her face contorted and ready to go berserk and bite at any moment, she could only grit her teeth.

In this situation, there is no other way but to try anything as a last resort.

"Okay, let's go out. Fang Cheng, be very careful!"

Ningyue pulled her parents-in-law out of the room and gently closed the door behind them.

"Click".

The sound of the latch popping out echoed inside the room.

Several people stood guard nervously outside the door, not daring to even breathe. (End of Chapter)