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Mia's villa, the second-floor living room.

The night was as black as ink, today without a single star, and utterly windless, the room felt as oppressive as a tightly sealed coffin.

"Let's begin," Xu Yi took a deep breath and turned his head to look at Father Bonne beside him.

In the center of the living room was a huge bucket, filled with water at about 60 degrees Celsius, from which a faint white mist wafted.

Father Bonne held a glass bottle, pouring the transparent liquid inside into the bucket.

The liquid was extremely heavy, sinking to the bottom once it touched the water, but soon dissolved into the hot water.

The liquid was the legendary Holy Water, and Father Bonne's on-hand supply was of high purity, specially requested from the church.

Mia had been waiting for a long time; she walked directly towards the bucket and, fully clothed, immersed herself in the water, which soaked over her shoulders.

This was the Exorcism Ritual to rid Mia of the "Demon Mark."

The Demon Mark was a common tactic used by demons to lock onto a target; as long as one bore the Demon Mark, even if they ran to the ends of the earth, they couldn't escape the demon's pursuit.

Mia frowned in pain, and Xu Yi knew the Holy Water was taking effect; under his spiritual power perception, a faint black mist drifted from Mia's body.

The ticking of the wall clock marked the passing time, second by second; Xu Yi, listening to the rhythmic swinging of the clock, suddenly felt drowsy and couldn't help but close his eyes.

Wrong!

Xu Yi's eyes snapped open, for the night's exorcism he had already taken a nap at noon to rest and gather strength, and it wasn't even midnight now, how could he possibly be sleepy?

The living room lights suddenly flickered, and Xu Yi's vision blurred for a moment; a dark figure appeared out of thin air on the sofa in front of him.

Xu Yi focused his gaze and instantly summoned up his spirits, his lips curving into an involuntary smile.

The longed-for Annabelle doll was sitting on the sofa, wearing a sinister smile, staring straight at Xu Yi.

Even within that smile, Xu Yi could discern a mocking intent.

The curtains suddenly began to flutter; just moments ago, there wasn't a breeze, and now there was a howling gale, the trees outside rustling loudly.

Father Bonne walked towards the window, intending to close it, but he abruptly stopped, clutched the Cross in his hand, and stared, sweating profusely, at the white figure on the windowsill.

It was Annabelle, no, the Evil Spirit Janice.

Xu Yi gripped the Alchemical Revolver Messiah tightly, his body taut.

The sense Janice gave him had changed; if previously she was just at a common danger level, now she had turned a "blood red" high-risk level.

Suddenly, Janice looked up, her cold pupils causing everyone present to shiver involuntarily.

A heavy chill roamed the room. It was summer, and such a phenomenon was impossible.

Amidst the cold, vague ghostly figures materialized, as if it were a Night Parade of One Hundred Demons; Father Bonne's hand holding the Cross shook uncontrollably, and his complexion was deathly pale.

Janice had actually summoned all the nearby ghosts, including not only the common Wandering Souls but also a sizable number of Ferocious Spirits.

The dense shadows of the ghosts completely blocked the living room; Father Bonne pushed the ghosts back with his Cross, retreating to Xu Yi's side.

Xu Yi and Father Bonne were surrounded by a horde of ghosts, and behind them was Mia, soaking in the Holy Water.

The dense shadows of ghosts closed in step by step, the circle tightening around them.

"What do we do now?" Father Bonne's back was soaked with cold sweat.

Mia needed to soak in the Holy Water for at least half an hour to remove the Demon Mark from her body, but they might not even last ten minutes, let alone half an hour.

In his career of performing exorcisms, he had never seen so many ghosts before.

"Don't lose your composure."

Xu Yi took out a fist-sized metal bottle from his pocket, filled with the ethereal blood essence he had been gathering for some time.

Each drop of the liquid fell, outlining a perfect circle around Mia as Xu Yi opened the metal bottle and poured out the Ethereal Flame.

"What is this?" Father Bonne asked, puzzled.

The ferocious spirit was nearly upon them, yet at this moment, they were still calmly drawing a circle?

"Have you read 'Journey to the West'?" Xu Yi's reply was a non sequitur.

"What?" Father Bonne was stunned for a moment.

"It's a famous book from the Xia Kingdom. The Great Sage, Heaven's Equal once used this trick to protect his master," Xu Yi said casually as he lit the ethereal flame of the blood with the exorcism lighter.

When the blood's ethereal flame encountered fire, it spread rapidly, enveloping them in a blazing ring that also prevented the ferocious spirit from getting any closer.

"It works!" Father Bonne exclaimed in surprise.

Janice let out a piercing scream, as if urging the ferocious spirit on. The spirit feared the ethereal flame of the blood and dared not approach.

Under the influence of the screams, the ferocious spirit's pupils glinted with a blood-red light, and then it attempted to force its way through the firewall.

When the spirit met the ethereal flame, it was like gasoline meeting a spark – it immediately transformed into a flaming torch, its soul visibly dissipating at a rapid pace.

But the blood's ethereal flame was finite, and for every ferocious spirit that burned, the pale gold flame lowered by an inch.

If this continued, the "Diamond Protection Circle" that Xu Yi had drawn would soon be breached.

Xu Yi frowned slightly; this was not something he had anticipated. Janice still possessed the ability to control ghosts.

He took out a sketchbook from his backpack and flipped it open to the first page, where the painting "Psychic Sketch" was found.

The painting depicted a girl with a fierce expression, her long hair disheveled, and her white dress stained with blood. Vaguely visible were half-transparent threads tied to the girl's body, converging high in the sky.

The figure in the painting was no longer the Annabelle doll but the evil spirit, Janice.

The "Psychic Sketch" was not entirely uncontrollable. If it was an evil spirit or demon that had been seen before, it could be summoned through psychological suggestion.

"Let's see where you can run this time," Xu Yi said as he took out the Dagger of Rest. No chant was necessary; he directly pierced the painting of the evil spirit Janice.

Janice screamed miserably, her wizened body nailed to the windowsill.

She seemed to want to struggle free, but her lower body was immobile, and her upper body was stretched long, resembling a snake.

Xu Yi gave Janice no chance, taking out the Alchemical Revolver Messiah and aiming straight at her before pulling the trigger.

Crisp gunshots rang out, one shot followed by another, as the exorcism-imbued bullets pierced through Janice's skull, heart, chest…

Even though Janice had become an evil spirit and her vital points were different from humans, Xu Yi still habitually targeted these areas.

Every bullet fired was accompanied by Janice's screams of agony.

Xu Yi emptied the clip, reloaded with another round of bullets, and continued firing.

In the deafening sound of gunfire, Father Bonne watched Xu Yi in amazement; Xu Yi's expression was cold and detached as if the target of his shooting was not a ferocious evil spirit but just a piglet in a slaughterhouse.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

He suddenly had the illusion that Xu Yi was more terrifying than the evil spirit.

"Thank goodness our relationship hasn't soured," Father Bonne felt somewhat relieved.

Someone like Xu Yi, if he were an adversary, could send chills down one's spine, but as a teammate, he provided an extra sense of security.

The evil spirit Janice was already very weak. Seeing that the situation was about right, Xu Yi took out an exorcism lighter, switched it to Molotov cocktail mode, and threw it towards Janice.

Just as the exorcism lighter was about to explode upon Janice, a dark shadow suddenly appeared in front of her and knocked the lighter away.

It was the Annabelle doll, who, at some point, had left the sofa and appeared in Janice's embrace.

Xu Yi's face turned as black as charred coal; the cooked duck had flown away.

Just as he was about to deal with the evil spirit Janice and consume her entries, the Annabelle doll had thwarted him.

But his frustration soon turned to astonishment, and his pupils contracted sharply.