Chapter 243: The Conjuring

Let's turn the clock back a little.

Just as Jack and the others were preparing for the summoning ritual, at the small cabin by the lake not far away, the Warrens finally made a call to the Church.

And among the large amount of information they had brought with them, they found some records related to this house.

It was about a hundred years ago, in 1863, that a woman named Sayer married the owner of this house—Sherman. After changing her name to Bathsheba, she gave birth to a child for him, but only a week later, she threw the child into the fireplace as an offering to the devil.

After the incident, she claimed that a witch's blood flowed in her veins and that she was a descendant of witches, so she loved Satan and cursed those who wanted to take her land, before hanging herself.

Since then, this house has been cursed. Every night at 3:07 AM, Bathsheba's evil spirit comes out to haunt, forcing mothers to kill their own children by tormenting their minds, reenacting what she once did.

To this day, many people have already died in this house.

It is a haunted house in the truest sense!

"So, Mr. Luo Jie, you were likely scammed by the agent."

Ed Warren looked sympathetic.

Luo Jie and his wife Carolyn looked at each other, revealing bitter smiles. If they hadn't been so anxious to make money, how could they have failed to investigate properly?

"Then what should we do now? Can we still move out?"

"No, Bathsheba has already latched onto you. The matter is already nearing completion; how could she possibly let you go?"

Just then.

Hum!!

An invisible force pulled.

It seemed that some evil spirit was angered by Ed exposing her past, so it suddenly grabbed one of Luo Jie's daughters, suspending her in mid-air.

"Ahhh!!"

"Help!!"

Subsequently.

Bang!

She was slammed heavily into Ed.

"Ugh."

Having been fiercely collided with, Ed lay on the ground. Lorraine, seeing this, was greatly alarmed and rushed over to help him up.

But the evil spirit Bathsheba was like a madwoman at this moment; the entire house was in chaos.

Bang bang bang!

Slap slap slap!

Everything was flying! Falling! Shattering!

Watching this scene, Ed, lying on the ground, keenly sensed something was wrong. "No! Bathsheba isn't angry because I exposed her; she's excited! The situation is not right! Lorraine, quick, take them out of this house!"

But at this moment, Lorraine stood rooted to the spot, trembling uncontrollably. In her eyes, a grey-white female evil spirit was grinning hideously, looking excitedly in a certain direction.

Looking in that direction.

Lorraine saw great terror!!!

Space was twisting, souls were shuttling, the surroundings were blurring; her super-strong spiritual perception allowed her to see an extraordinary scene.

A hellish rift crawling with flies!

A terrifying feast of flesh and remains!

Someone was attempting to open a passage between hell and the present world to welcome demons.

Hum!!

Not only that, at this moment, Lorraine's erupting inspiration pulled her to see other demons.

Her gaze moved rapidly, blurring the surroundings as if traveling through time and space, arriving in the blink of an eye at a place with a landmark sign, seemingly somewhere in England.

In a sewer.

Within the filth-ridden liquid, a tall, black, seemingly weeping woman was moving rapidly. Behind her was a group of black-robed heretical cultists following constantly, and her gaze slowly shifted upward.

It landed on a woman with her head bowed, carrying a suitcase; no, it was the thing in her hand!

In that suitcase, a hideous demon face was looming.

But!

The matter did not end there.

Her gaze was still moving!

Following the direction the woman was walking, her gaze gradually moved into an apartment. In the darkness, a darkness exuding a gloomy and terrifying feeling was constantly spreading, as if eager to devour the light and pull the entire house into the darkness.

In the corner, the soul of an old man sitting in a wheelchair was looking at her full of pain. "Run... away..."

???

What? What is he saying? What does it mean?

Before Lorraine could understand or react.

A pale claw reached out from the darkness and landed on the old man's shoulder. A hideous and terrifying nun's ghost face was revealed, her mouth full of sharp, interlocking teeth, smiling at her with a warning meaning.

The next moment.

This ghost face approached rapidly, arriving in front of Lorraine.

Close at hand!!

Hum!!!

With intense emotional fluctuations, Lorraine opened her eyes abruptly.

"Ahhh!!"

This strong woman who had experienced countless supernatural events actually cried at this moment!

Plop!

She knelt on the ground, tears streaming down, full of weakness, helplessness, and... a trace of sorrow?

In Lorraine's mind, the scene that just happened kept replaying, not just the terrifying appearance of the ghost nun, but also the warning image the other party had sent into her mind.

In that image.

Her husband—Ed, died miserably!

She understood that this was the ghost nun's warning to her: don't get involved, don't go to England!

Otherwise, death!

"Hoo~ breath~ hoo~"

She trembled violently and threw herself into her husband's arms.

Ed gently patted his wife's back to soothe her, while his eyes kept watch on the changes in the house. He hadn't forgotten that they were currently on Bathsheba's turf!

However, a strange thing happened.

All the anomalies in the room had disappeared; quiet, dead quiet!

It was as if... Bathsheba had already left.

But how could that be? A twisted monster like her would never let go of a target she had set her sights on. Wait, the abnormal emotions and expressions of the other party I just sensed...

And the way my wife was frightened...

Ed felt a deep chill envelop his body at this moment.

A moment later.

Lorraine, having barely calmed down, looked at Ed. "Bathsheba is no longer here. Not just her; the other evil spirits in the room are gone too. They have all gone over there."

Lorraine extended her finger, pointing toward the base where Jack and the others were performing the summoning ritual.

Taking a deep breath, Ed said, "You Perron family stay here; no, leave as soon as possible, go back to the city. I'll take the car and go in that direction to take a look."

Ed's words were a relatively steady arrangement. After all, Lorraine's situation was currently unstable, and the Perron family was also living in fear; only he remained relatively clear-headed and capable of fighting.

Naturally, it had to be him who conducted the investigation.

As for not investigating?

Impossible.

Bathsheba's behavior was clearly abnormal. If left unchecked, it might cause a greater crisis and result in more deaths. Since he had accepted this commission, he had to do his best; this was basic professional ethics.

Moreover, he had already reported it to the Church, and the Church had promised him they would take action and had already asked the priests from nearby churches to come over and support.

Therefore, he was still somewhat confident.

But unexpectedly.

"No!"

Lorraine grabbed Ed's arm tightly. "I'm going with you."

That is not England, it is not England, it's fine, it's fine...

Lorraine kept comforting herself mentally, only then barely managing to calm down.

Looking at Lorraine's firm gaze, Ed could only agree. "Alright. Luo Jie, please leave immediately. Do not come back until the Church personnel arrive. Also, call the police. If you can attract the Bureau to handle it, that might also be a good method."

Subsequently, Ed took his wife into the car and drove rapidly in the direction his wife pointed.

Leaving the bewildered Perron family behind, although they didn't understand what Bureau Ed was talking about, Luo Jie still chose to follow the expert's advice. After calling the police, he took his family and left quickly.

In the sky.

Standing with his hands behind his back, Louis, who had been hiding his figure the whole time, watched the scene below.

Regarding these people being slaughtered by demons, Louis's mood didn't fluctuate in the slightest. They sought what they sought; who said that accomplices aren't criminals?

It wouldn't matter if they all died.

Oh, wait, Shi Shi Misi can't die; he is my man.

Fortunately, Shi Shi Misi was smart enough, or rather, lucky enough. Because he was targeted by the supervisor, he took his men to a remote side of the base, guarding one of the offering warehouses.

Now, hiding in the building with his men, using firepower and the special items like crucifixes they carried, they were still able to hold out.

As for the others, except for a few special teams with means, they were all, without exception, being one-sidedly bloodbathed.

"Sure enough, W Company is one of the weaker ones among these mysterious organizations."

Louis made a judgment.

Louis had been thinking about this speculation for a long time, and it was quite reasonable. Because when it comes to mystery, it's obvious that the longer the heritage, the more it can be preserved, while behind W Company are all emerging capitalists.

How could there be any foundation to speak of?

It's no wonder that Shi Shi Misi and these special combat teams performed so poorly.

Like the Bureau and the Church, one is a national or even international comprehensive large organization, and the other is the world's largest religion that has influenced and even controlled the Western world for thousands of years.

Which one is easy to provoke?

They must have more powerful means that haven't been used yet.

This time is an excellent testing opportunity. The location is the outskirts of a small city, and the opponent is a demon clone approaching a Great Demon, very suitable for these two major organizations to put on a performance.

Standing in the sky, Louis's eyes narrowed slightly.

The performance of the two major organizations in dealing with this demon, whose strength is similar to their own, will determine Louis's future course of action and attitude.

However, it shouldn't cause too much trouble, especially when the actors on the stage haven't all arrived yet.

Louis glanced at a green-headed fly that was about to fly out of the base, waved his hand gently, and the powerful Yin Spirit power turned into a barrier to block it back, and used illusions to guide it back.

Looking below.

The powerful Yin Spirit power covered down like a net, forming a bowl cover, and a layer of illusion was also covered on top.

This can prevent the risk of the stage collapsing before the actors arrive.

But just as Louis was looking forward to the upcoming stage performance, his expression changed suddenly, looking at the vehicle driving rapidly towards this side from not far away.

(End of this chapter)