Chapter 12: Exorcism Complete

Bang !!!!! The Winchester M1897 itself was a powerful shotgun that was particularly fierce under close range, with strikes that could easily blow apart human limbs or even entire bodies.

  Although the special salt bullets were not lead bullets, the damage of hitting an evil spirit under his enchantment was shaped like the damage of lead bullets to a human body.

  Only to see the just appeared Basheba, the lower half of the body was blasted like a human body bursting generally burst, of course this is the grievances of the bursting of the dispersion, but also very realistic, a large number of blood, flesh, viscera and internal organs scattered everywhere and then disappeared.

  "Ah ah ah ah ah ah !!!!!"

  Obviously this blow caused a lot of damage to Basheba, the roar became even louder than before mixed with a hint of howl similar to the pain of wild beasts, it simply did not think that the damage would be so great that it was too late to make any action.

  The strong sense of danger made Basheba feel for the first time in its life that it shouldn't have come here, but there was no medicine for regret in the world.

  Click !!!! Looking at Bassheba, who was left with only half of his body, Yorkshire moved without stopping, continuing to pull the pump handle of the Winchester M1897 and pulling the trigger even as the shells popped out.

  There was no nonsense, the first shot had just gone out and the second followed.

  His that Ning Weize's memory has seen more than a few movies and TVs that procrastinate and thus lead to a regimentation, and he, Yorkshire, naturally won't procrastinate.

  Bang !!!!! The Winchester M1897 shuddered a bit, spewing out special salt bullets that once again blasted the Basheba, which was only half of its body.

  "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh !!!!"

  Amidst the bursts of resentment, the howling intensified, the pain involved deepened, so much so that the howls, shaped like the voices of wild animals, began to move closer to the female voice, shrill and full of resignation.

  Click !!!! Taking advantage of the situation, Yorks looked at the head with only a pair of disgruntled eyes and continued to pull on the pump handle, the trigger already pulled between shell casings popping out.

  Bang !!!!! The pair of spiteful eyes instantly burst, dissipating along with the already thin air of resentment.

  Click!!!

  Looking at the front which was already empty and no resentment remained, Yorkshire pulled the pump handle once again, just in case.

  But he still subconsciously frowned as he watched, not daring to be sure that an Evil Spirit had been resolved by just a few shots, and after carefully feeling it once again, the answer he got was that he indeed couldn't feel the presence of the Evil Spirit.

  "So weak?"

  Yorkshire, who had always been fighting demons, looked towards the cross, bible, remaining salt bombs and the last bottle of holy water that he hadn't yet used in the small bag in front of his chest, and a trace of embarrassment flashed across his complexion.

  This was completely out of his plan, the feelings of having prepared so much were all cannons hitting ants, no sense of accomplishment at all.

  "Forget it, as long as the exorcism is successful, any result is acceptable."

  Yorkshire shook his head and wiped his eyes with magic again, looking at the resentment aura that was already left, still remaining vigilant, and then looked to the other side.

  Unlike the resentment that had slowly dissipated, there was always a very thin cloud of resentment there, especially noticeable without the thick fog that normally covered it.

  Yorkshire got up in silence and headed for the stairs, but halfway up, in the middle of the stairs he paused and crossed himself mildly on his chest.

  "If you wish to leave, I can give you a ride here in half an hour; it is a blessing, a mercy from the Lord to you ..."

  With that said, Yorkshire stepped up and took away the cross hanging on the small door while gently closing it.

  In the dim light of the empty basement, a very small sob sounded in the basement, becoming clearer and clearer ...

  "What's the situation?"

  A few loud gunshots had long since caused the people in the living room to lean in close.

  Adults were all gathered around the outside, while the children ducked inside into a protective circle.

  Officer Brad, who was in possession of another Winchester M1897, was all over the place like a porcupine with its sword drawn and all its spikes spread, staring dead ahead at the stairway.

  "Mr. Ed ...."

  Brad called out again as if he was afraid people wouldn't realize he was nervous.

  "Mr. Ed, should we go over there?"

  Ed, who was also on the sidelines, grabbed the cross that Yorkie had given him and took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind about something.   "All right! Just the two of us ..."

  Before he could gesture to his wife, Lorraine, however, Lorraine grabbed his hand first.

  "Wait, honey, I can't see anything."

  Ed froze, he knew his wife's ability, if his wife couldn't see anything, then there were only two scenarios, either this demon or evil spirit was powerful to a level that his wife couldn't touch, or it was normal.

  Ed froze and watched, his eyes widening slightly, and Lorraine, understanding her husband's meaning in seconds, swept a glance behind her at Roger's family, who were tense as hell, and nodded her head silently.

  "The evil is gone."

  The crowd, who were already fully alerted to their surroundings and whose five senses were sharper than ever, also looked at Rolynn with expressions of disbelief and surprise.

  "The priest really succeeded in exorcizing it?" Brad still didn't let his guard down and his tone was a little hesitant.

  "Uh-huh."

  Rowling in order to confirm, once again swept a circle of the house, yin and yang eyes are not omnipotent, in the end, only the ability to see the supernatural, the person is still an ordinary person, but Rowling was still able to feel that the atmosphere of the house has changed, in the past, the coldness that can be felt at this time has been restored to normal.

  "This is dispelled? Really?" Drew, who was on the side, looked a bit squirmy, and he only felt that his three views were showing some signs of collapsing.

  "Just by these gunshots?"

  Ed breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, taking his wife's word for it.

  "Drew, there are still a lot of amazing things in the world that we don't know, you have to believe in Fr. Yorks ..."

  Not only Ed, except for Drew who was still squirming, everyone in the room went limp and lifted their abnormal tension.

  Just then, the sound of footsteps coming from the direction of the stairs once again caused their hearts to instantly lift in their throats.

  Especially Brad's movements were particularly drastic, directly lifting the Winchester M1897 and aiming it at the direction of the sound source, his eyes staring dead on.

  "Amen!"

  In the next second, as if that side knew what they were doing, a voice came out first before the figure even appeared.

  Hearing this familiar voice, Brad directly sat down on the floor, looking at the priest who appeared at the edge of the stairs, with a tall and imposing figure, carrying a Winchester M1897, and revealed a bitter smile.

  "Father, if you don't show up, my heart is going to explode!"

  Having been subjected to impromptu instructions, Brad felt nothing but stress.

  "Officer you still need more experience ...," Yorks slowly put away his shotgun and looked at the crowd and laughed.

  "The evil spirit has been successfully exorcized, the place is safe."

  Getting the real answer, Roger's family instantly embraced into a ball, crying tears of joy, they finally do not have to live that fearful days.

  "Huh."

  Ed and Lorraine looked at each other and also leaned close together, revealing mutual smiles.

  "Fine." Drew shrugged his shoulders at the priest who had changed his outlook on three things, and crouched down to pat Officer Brad's shoulder who was sitting on the ground and whispered.

  "Man, you won, my mind changed."

  Brad, who enjoyed the thrill of relief after extreme tension, subconsciously responded.

  "What?"

  "Evil spirits can be killed with guns." Drew said as a matter of fact.