A priest in North America, what the hell is the Demon Gate system?

"I'd only ever seen the M9 military bayonet in magazines before..."

Once he regained his senses, Li Ang quickly used his divine sense to lock onto the rapidly approaching bayonet, and swiftly dodged to the side, avoiding a fatal blow.

"Hehehe, run! But I've already blocked off the entire second floor, so no one will come to help you even if you scream your lungs out!"

At this moment, "Jack" had already stood up, tilted his head, and sneered.

At the same time, the bayonet that had already flown past spun in the air and stabbed at Li Ang again from extremely close range!

"Holy crap, isn't that a flying sword?! I suddenly remembered that Old Demon Han used his magic power to forcibly steal other people's flying swords back then. I should have put that attribute point into magic power!"

Li Ang rolled away again to dodge the bayonet, and waved to "Jack".

"Hey, kid... no, beautiful lady! We have no grudge against each other, why bother?"

However, upon hearing this, "Jack" bulged his veins and gritted his teeth, saying:

"No grudge? I'd love to kick every single American's ass with my leather shoes!"

"Take off your shoes and stomp your heads in fish and chips to smother them!"

The floating bayonet seemed to be propelled by an even stronger force, rushing towards Li Ang at an unavoidable speed!

"I love Nice!"

Li Ang inwardly complained, subconsciously raising the briefcase in his hand.

"Pfft! Crack!"

With the sounds of leather piercing and glass breaking, the military dagger, after piercing the leather case, seemed to have picked up some liquid, instantly emitting white smoke before falling to the floor with a clatter.

"Aieeeee! Holy water?! You! You're an exorcist priest?!"

Jack's expression instantly turned to terror. He turned around and looked at Li Ang with trembling eyes.

"Huh?! So these are all genuine products?"

Ignoring "Jack," Li Ang looked at the shattered holy water bottle in the box, his expression even more astonished than the bottle itself. He had always thought that the box contained props left behind by the former priest to fool believers, but he never expected that it would actually work.

[Ding! Spirit-binding talisman water concocted by the former deacon has been detected. Please use it wisely.]

[The recipe for crafting talisman water has been unlocked]

[Use contribution points to start the configuration?]

Seeing that Li Ang was still fumbling with the box, "Jack" was already considering giving up.

"How could there be exorcist priests in a town like this! Maybe I can possess that nun downstairs... she should be a good hostage."

Just as "Jack" was about to reach for the door, Li Ang, who was still groping for the box, looked up.

"Judging from your accent, you're British, right?"

Jack was taken aback, then nodded subconsciously.

"I don't know when you died, but you know what? There's an old saying that perfectly describes you, someone who's still causing trouble even after death."

Faced with Li Ang's nonsensical words, "Jack" was a little confused about what he was doing.

Although this guy's holy water has been broken, there's still a chance of winning if there are other holy artifacts. So "Jack" decided to go along with what he was saying for now.

"What old saying?"

In the dimly lit room, Li Ang suddenly pulled two full round glass bottles of liquid from the box, a smile spreading across his face, and said in a tone that sent a chill down "Jack's" spine:

"Death is like a cool summer night, a time for peaceful sleep. Rest in peace!"

"Splash!"

The crystal-clear liquid splashed onto "Jack" with a whoosh, and instantly a large amount of white smoke shot out from the point of contact!

"Aieeeee! Why! Why do you still have so much holy water!?"

"Jack" howled in pain, the intense burning sensation causing it to lie on the ground and crawl towards the door with all its might.

"Ahhh... As long as, as long as we can get to that place..."

However, a leather shoe suddenly blocked the only way out, followed by Li Ang's terrifying voice:

"Heh heh heh, no matter how much you scream, no one will come to your aid!"

"Devil! Aren't you a priest?! How could you do this?!"

"Jack" was on the verge of tears. It tried its best to scold Li Ang, but suddenly Li Ang's strong hand pressed down on its head.

"What are you babbling about! You wretched witch, daring to possess an innocent little boy! I'll refine you right now!"

Li Ang remembered that in novels, the usual way to deal with being possessed was to release one's divine consciousness, so he tried to do the same.

After all, the system's task was to rescue the believers, not to kill Jack. These two bottles of holy water cost me a full 6 contribution points, so I can't let the task fail!

The moment his divine sense was activated, Li Ang's consciousness entered the boy's body as if by instinct.

The scene before him was still a room on the second floor, but the sunlight was so bright that Li Ang squinted.

"Is this Jack's mental world?"

"How did you get in here?!"

A gasp rang out, and at that moment, a slender figure shielded Jack behind her. It was a young woman dressed in 19th-century factory worker's clothing, tall and well-proportioned.

Her dirty and old clothes couldn't hide her delicate face; to be honest, she looked a bit like Anne Hathaway, Li Ang thought to himself.

"You're the one possessing Jack, aren't you? Get out of this boy's body!"

Li Ang stepped forward. He could feel that his spiritual power was far superior to that of his opponent, so he was naturally not intimidated.

"You're the one who should be leaving this child's body!"

The young woman's face was filled with shock. She instinctively pulled Jack back even further to shield him, while the boy clung tightly to the woman's skirt, not daring to show his face.

"Hey, why do you make it sound like I'm some evil priest who hurts little boys?"

Li Ang was somewhat speechless; the situation before him seemed to be different from what he had expected.

"Father! Stay away from this child!"

The young woman gripped the bayonet in her hand and brandished it forcefully, trying to scare Li Ang away.

"Hmm? Looks like I'm the stronger one here."

Li Ang smiled and tilted his head, making a cracking sound as his bones snapped.

He discovered that in this spiritual world, the woman seemed unable to use those superpowers, just like an ordinary person.

With a slight activation of his divine sense, the woman in front of him instantly felt an invisible force enveloping her, followed by a powerful downward pressure!

"Ugh—!!"

The woman could only let out a soft cry before she was forced to her knees, her military dagger rolling to the side.

Li Ang took a step forward, twisted his ankle, kicked the military dagger away, and then pointed a finger at the woman's forehead.

"What...what are you going to do to me?!"

The woman was terrified and tried to escape, but her body was completely out of her control.

"Soul searching? I think that's how it's used. I've seen it done like that in novels..."

Li Ang muttered to himself as his divine sense pierced through the woman like a flashlight, causing her body to tremble violently and emit a series of delicate cries.

"Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh—!!"

The moment his consciousness entered, a flood of information surged toward Li Ang's consciousness like a tidal wave!

"Shirley Brando, born in 1870, was tricked into working as a laborer in America and died in a textile factory accident in 1892..."

Li Ang quickly skimmed through the life of the female factory worker named Shirley, as if watching a fast-forwarded video. Just as he was about to take a closer look at the accident at the textile factory, he suddenly sensed a strong gust of wind coming!

Li Ang pulled his hand away and dodged to the side, then turned around to support Shirley, who had instantly collapsed after the soul search was over, his gaze fixed on the sudden attacker.

The attacker was none other than Little Jack.

"Bad guy! Let go of Sherry!"

At that moment, Jack picked up the military dagger from the ground, his youthful face showing tension and determination.

"A cute boy protecting an older woman? What am I then? A blond kid?"

Looking at the limp beauty in his arms, Li Ang couldn't help but complain.