Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 "I never believe in any extraordinary power besides great gods."

　　 He still answered this, but before Mr. Nellie spoke again, he added:

　　 "But I did experience things like haunting."

"is it?"

　　 Mr. Nellie asked in surprise, and took the initiative to hold up the teapot to refill Jenkins with a cup of tea.

　　 "Yes, it was still autumn. I live on St. George Street. That house is a famous haunted house nearby. You can find out after a little inquiries."

　　 This is definitely the truth.

　　 "Then why are you moving there? I think, even if you don't believe in the existence of those ridiculous ghosts, there is no need to challenge such dangerous things."

　　 Mr. Nellie rolled his eyes and asked, trying to make it look like I don't care but just ask casually. If it weren't for knowing the truth, Jenkins might really believe him.

Section 510 Chapter 502 Acting Skills of Writers and Merchants' Requests

　　 The room is a little hot, and the cat looks drowsy. It was really impatient to wait, so he stood up and grabbed Jenkins's clothes with his small paws. The man caught it and put it on his knees to smooth the hair unconsciously:

"It turns out that there is no danger in that house. But you are right. Of course it is important to remain in awe. Whether or not the ghost exists or not, the power of God is the greatest. To tell you, I am great. The inheritance of the sage is a loyal believer, so before moving to that house, I spent some time praying alone in the house."

"is that useful?"

　　 The fat businessman asked eagerly.

　　 "I don't know, after all, I have never seen a ghost or ghost in my house. That is probably a boring legend of the townspeople."

　　 While talking, he took a sip from his teacup, and the conversation continued to develop according to his grasp.

　　 pretended to be inadvertent for a moment, and then asked tentatively:

　　 "Could it be that you have encountered a problem in that area... Sorry, I don't think this kind of thing is suitable for sharing with others."

　　 shook his head as he spoke, looking apologetic.

　　 "You don't need to apologize, there is nothing hard to say... Do you think prayer will work?"

　　Mr. Nellie's words are equivalent to an indirect acknowledgment of what happened to him.

　　 "Just take the liberty to ask, may I ask what your belief is..."

　　 "A traveler with a contracted priesthood."

　　 Jenkins nodded, sat up straight and looked at his partner:

　　 "I'm glad that you also believe in righteous gods. Then just pray and try to pray to your gods!"

　　 The chocolate lay on Jenkins' lap, his body formed into a ball. He opened his left eye slightly, looked up at the man who was trying to perform, his nose moved slightly, and then closed his eyes again. It has always known that Jenkins is good at acting, but today's performance is definitely beyond all previous performances.

　　 "Is this all right?"

　　 Mr. Nellie asked incredulously, as if it seemed ridiculous.

　　 "Of course, devout prayers are enough, don't you believe in the greatness of the righteous god?"

　　 Jenkins believes that his expression at the moment must be very religious.

　　 "No, no, of course I believe it!"

　　 He declared hurriedly, hesitated and asked: "So much piety is needed?"

　　 "Be very religious, very, very religious."

　　 Jenkins nodded and replied, deliberately increasing the pronunciation of the word "very", but the expression on his face showed that he took it for granted.

Mr. 　　 Nellie's mouth twitched/twitched a few times, he reached out his hand to touch his nose, and his sitting upright body leaned back again.

　　 Mr. Writer chuckled, expressing his understanding of his attitude:

　　 "Of course, if you really encounter that kind of trouble, you can also find a professional exorcist to solve it. I heard that this kind of profession is not uncommon now."

　　 "Huh, it's all a bunch of liars!"

　　 Jenkins chuckled again. According to the information found by the church, those who claim to be exorcism found by Mr. Nellie were indeed gifted. But the key is that the level is too low, and this evil spirit from Cheslan to entangle him to Fedictelli is obviously not an easy target to deal with.

　　 "Then the church, the Orthodox Church provides blessings, baptisms and other ceremonies to all believers. Although it is paid, you should not care about your wealth."

"This......"

　　 The merchant's thick lips moved, and there was no sound.

　　 Like most people in this era, businessmen fear and worship gods from the bottom of their hearts. He has done bad things on his own, so he is reluctant to approach the church, and he would rather endure the entanglement of evil spirits than...

　　 "The mistakes he made are by no means as simple as the church's current investigation."

　　 Jenkins had already recognized this in his heart. He kept a smile and took out his pocket watch from his chest pocket and took a look, then greeted the chocolate to climb onto his shoulder:

　　 "It's too early, I think it's time to say goodbye. May our cooperation go smoothly..."

"please wait a while!"

Mr. Nellie wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, he licked his lips:

　　 "Baron Williams, please..."

　　 "Don't worry, I am not the kind of person who likes to spread the privacy of others."

　　 "No, no, I don't mean to say this. I trust your character very much. You are definitely the most honest and kind gentleman I know! Please help me, I think you must have a way!"

　　 Jenkins shook his head, picked up the hat hung on the hanger behind the door and buttoned it on his head:

　　 "Sorry, although I grew up in this city, I don't know any exorcists."

"but......"

　　 He hesitated, "You can exorcise me! Yes, haven't you done it in the house where you live?"

　　 "But that house is haunted, it's just a rumor from the citizens, maybe what people actually saw was a robber who stole things at night. And—"

　　 He shook his head regretfully: "Only regular priests recognized by the church are qualified to baptize and bless believers. I'm sorry, I am not a priest."

　　 "But no one will know, I will never talk nonsense! And whether it is useful or not, I will give you a large reward..."

　　 Seeing that Jenkins's face immediately showed an unhappy expression, he hurriedly added:

　　 "Please save me, a kind person like you will never die! Yes, please save me, Baron Williams, otherwise. I will definitely die!"

　　 He hurled at Jenkins in spite of his image, then knelt on the red carpet and started sobbing:

　　 "Please save me, I really have enough, that thing, that thing..."

　　 Tears fell on the carpet drop by drop, making the red color deeper.

　　 At an angle that he couldn't see, the corners of Jenkins's mouth curled up, and within a second, it changed to the embarrassed expression just now.

　　 Unable to bear Mr. Nellie's repeated requests, Jenkins finally reluctantly agreed to his request. But he repeatedly stated that his actions were only to help those in need. Although it violated the church's regulations, it was also a just act.

　　 He doesn’t need Mr. Nellie’s compensation, but if the businessman really wants to thank him, he can go to the sage’s church to find a reason to donate a sum of money.

　　 Mr. Nellie was so moved that he almost cried.

　　 Of course, Jenkins thinks that his acting skills are also very superb.

　　 Now that the matter has been discussed, Mr. Nellie is not willing to wait any longer. He couldn't wait to ask Jenkins if he needed to prepare anything, but Jenkins said he didn't need anything.

Chapter 511 Chapter 503 People Who Are Dead

　　 "Pious faith is my sharpest weapon!"

　　 Jenkins announced loudly that Chocolate tried hard not to laugh, and the cat's bulging face was very funny.

　　 In fact, Jenkins doesn’t know how to exorcise. He doesn’t even know the standard process. But the good news is that the person who was exorcised did not know the standard process, which gave Jenkins a lot of room to play.

He first asked Mr. Nellie to sit cross-legged on the carpet in a simple shirt. After closing his eyes, he sat opposite him and held down his greasy head, chanting the religious classics he knew. ~" type pronunciation.

　　 This is very effective. Although the evil spirit still exists, Mr. Nellie's expression has eased. He obviously believed it.

　　 This meaningless behavior lasted for half an hour, and then Jenkins called for clean water. After a simple blessing, he wet his fingers and flicked it on Mr. Nellie’s forehead.

　　 The blessing is false. Although it is impossible to bless humans in the sense of mysticism through prayer, since he can add blessings to bullets/bullets, of course he can also turn ordinary water into holy water. When chanting, the different passages are deliberately interspersed together, and the water created will naturally not have any effect.

　　 He doesn't want to kill or anger the evil spirits now, there is more important thing to do.

　　 All in all, this tossing took nearly two hours. Seeing that the time was almost up, Jenkins let out a sigh of relief and stood up.

"finished?"

　　 Mr. Nellie asked anxiously.

"No, it’s still the last step. Now please sit here quietly and don’t move. I need to use the room next door. I think you should know that even if it’s a church mass, the priest will be alone in the room after the mass is over. Stay for a while."

　　 "I know, of course!"

　　 Jenkins smiled and nodded at him, Shun picked up his **** leather bag with the contract in his hand, and greeted the cat who had been watching the show for a long time and walked into the next bedroom and closed the door.

　　 He has experimented, and the walls here have good sound insulation.

　　Because of the plan, the one hidden in that big bag is naturally a psychic board. He didn't start the action immediately, but waited quietly for a few minutes without hearing outside sounds before he took out the board and placed the statuette and the board in the corresponding positions.

　　 This time he didn't know the name of the female evil spirit, but the distance was so close, unless there were other dead nearby, the psychic object would not be wrong.

　　 motioned for Chocolate not to make any noise. He sat in front of the desk in the bedroom and poured his own spirit slowly and steadily.

　　In an instant, a strong wind blew in the closed room. The books on the desk were blown up and down, and the closed curtains shook like flags.

　　 After the sound of the wind, a man with a hooked nose but a dull expression appeared on the other side of the desk.

　　 "Sorry, it's not you!"

　　 He just wanted to drive the man's soul away, but suddenly he was stunned. Because this person's face is a bit familiar, but for a while, I can't remember where I saw it.

　　 "The familiarity comes from my own memory, and I have only seen one side, I should have left a deep impression..."

　　 Before the chocolate was ready to "meow~", Jenkins suddenly realized that he remembered:

　　 "You are the one who tried to fool me with routines in the antique shop, but was cursed by my disease in the end!"

　　 "Why would he die here?"

　　 Jenkins questionedly thought that his non-directional psychic can obviously only pull the nearest soul.

　　 "Well, there is still some time anyway."

　　 thought in his heart, pressed his finger on the board, and then asked: "How did you die?"

　　The black particles penetrated from the spirit body, and at the same time, the slab began to move quickly toward the letter area. Jenkins spelled them out quickly and accurately:

　　 "I...infected...very serious...cold...worry...the plague...gun"

　　 took a long breath and couldn't help but exhale, Jenkins scratched his hair:

　　 "It turned out that it was because of me that I died. This is also considered an indirect killing."

　　 This person's soul is not considered strong. According to Jenkins's accumulated experience, he can ask at most two questions, and he will completely turn into an evil spirit.

　　 "So, do you know any secrets of your organization?"

　　 The answer is: yes.

　　 This is a waste of question, this kind of spiritual intelligence attracted by the psychic board is obviously not enough.

　　 "Well then, tell me what you think you know the most secret."

　　 After asking the question, the board actually stayed motionless on the surface of the board. Jenkins hesitated to look at his hand, and then at the trembling soul opposite to him.

　　 blinked, the golden thread was attached to the surface of the spirit body, shrinking toward the center like a silk screen. Within a few seconds, the spirit body turned into dust under the great damage and disappeared completely.

　　 The remaining spiritual powder on the ground is the last trace left by him.

　　 "I know that even if it is a subordinate organization of the Cthulhu Church, it is impossible to prevent believers from signing confidentiality contracts."

　　 shook his head a little regretfully, but this was only an accident. What he wanted to solve now was the female ghost who entangled Mr. Nellie.

　　 once again turned on the psychic board, this time the goal was wrong again. This time it was a boy who was recruited. This was naturally the same as the man who had just lied to him. The cause of his death was obviously the same.

　　 "So..."

　　 Jenkins thought about it for a while, touched the chocolate, and kept its paws from touching the figurines. This cat is always full of curiosity.