Chapter 106: I Don't Know Him Either

"What is this?"

Feiluo looked at the box he was handed, his gaze on the golden bead, especially the hint of red inside, feeling puzzled.

The man didn't explain further, just said casually:

"It's just the exorcism object he asked me to pick up; though I don't think it's useful, I still ask you to deliver it for him."

"After all, having accepted the commission, uh, it'd be best to deliver it today, okay?"

"I see, alright, I'll do it." Feiluo took the box.

Seeing him take it, the man asked again:

"How much do you charge here?"

"Is a hundred pounds enough?"

He said, then took out several pound notes.

"No no no." Feiluo shook his head, smiling: "We only need fifteen pounds here."

"And we guarantee a clean job; if anything comes up later, we'll handle it for free."

"Very reasonable—I'll pay you twenty pounds, and another five is for delivering the exorcism object." The man nodded, handing over two ten-pound notes:

"Those Holy See lot charge a hundred and twenty pounds each—don't they realize this price is enough to make many people prefer demon harassment over going to them?!"

Feiluo didn't refuse the extra five pounds, took it, nodded, and said:

"Who says otherwise? But this works fine—they don't want to act, so we exorcism offices step in."

"I'd even love it if they did nothing, so I can make a killing, hahaha!"

He laughed hahaha.

The man chuckled a few times, then stood and said: "It was pleasant talking with you."

"But I still have things to do, I really must go now, goodbye."

"Alright, I'll see you out." Feiluo stood up and saw the man out of the office door.

Watching the man disappear into the crowd, he then withdrew his gaze.

He turned back, about to return to his original spot.

Van Helsing's voice suddenly sounded:

"He gives me a dangerous feeling."

"Ah?"

"It's not danger from great strength, but...... I can't put it into words."

Van Helsing stood up, opened the box on the table, picked up the bead, and examined it in the sunlight.

But after looking a long time he saw nothing strange, and since he wouldn't tamper with someone else's property, he couldn't check whether the liquid inside was blood or something else.....

After setting the bead down, Van Helsing looked at Feiluo: "Let's wait for Yu Lin to come back."

"Ask him whether he actually knows this 'call him uncle' person."

"Hmm." Feiluo nodded, sat down, and said:

"I always feel Yu Lin is mysterious—a qi practitioner from the East who knows Satan, and...... huh?!"

He slapped his thigh suddenly:

"Could he be Satan's son? That's why he calls Yu Lin 'uncle'?!"

"Is it a demon?"

"No." Van Helsing shook his head:

"He has no demonic aura; just like us, he's human."

"Then I don't know." Feiluo sat down again, leaning against the chair back:

"If he doesn't come back this afternoon, then I'll take this exorcism object to deliver and also exorcise any ghosts on the way?"

"Alright." Van Helsing nodded.

As time passed.

In the blink of an eye it was four in the afternoon.

Sunlight couldn't penetrate the fog‑filled sky, so even before the real sunset the heavens were already dark.

Feiluo stood by the office window, boredly watching the street scene.

Soot and haze made this industrial city look gray and dim, yet they couldn't hide its prosperity and vitality.

Creak——

The office's wooden door was pushed open, a breeze blowing in the street's clamor inside.

The two who had been waiting long saw Yu Lin finally walk in.

"Yu Lin, you've finally come back!"

"Huh? What's up?"

Yu Lin saw Feiluo looking like he'd been waiting a while and asked curiously.

Feiluo picked up the bead and explained: "A man who claimed to be your nephew came by and commissioned us with a task."

"Go to Sofia Avenue, Ge Er Jie No. 17 to catch ghosts and deliver this exorcism object on the way."

"Ah? My nephew?" Yu Lin couldn't grasp it, took the bead from Feiluo's hand, looked it over, felt nothing familiar or strange, and asked:

"What does he look like?"

"Like this."

It wasn't Feiluo speaking—it was Van Helsing, who had just drawn the man's face from memory.

Yu Lin looked, searched his memory, confirmed he'd never seen this Western man, and shook his head:

"I don't know him either."

His words deepened the doubts in Feiluo and Van Helsing's hearts.

What on earth is going on? What is this man's origin?

Yu Lin, meanwhile, was thinking to himself.

Call him uncle?

Ordinary people need not wonder, after all, given his uniqueness, ordinary people would hardly know of his existence.

After all, although he can travel through the past, after he leaves, it seems as if history deliberately blurs his existence.

For example, at the Last Supper, everyone's faces are clear, only his is blurry; people know he exists, but not the specifics.

Liu Bang's history also merely mentions that in his early years he received martial arts instruction from a master, later wanted to find him but couldn't, so he could only be granted a nominal title of some sort of throne.

Then it must be some god or supernatural being.

Currently, Yu Lin knows someone who could be his nephew.

Most likely it is Gai Yin.

Although from a human perspective, Jesus should call Gai Yin his ancestor's generation.

Because after the great flood destroyed the world, all survivors in the West are Noah's descendants, while Gai Yin's descendants perished in the flood.

But from a divine perspective, Jesus is the Holy Son.............

Of course, this is merely Yu Lin's speculation, after all, he did not sense Gai Yin's aura from the bead.

Let's set this aside for now and go to Ge Er Jie No. 17 to have a look.

Yu Lin shook his head, temporarily set aside the issue, and said: "Let's not talk about this for now; we'll know what's going on when we go see."

"Are we setting off now?"

Feiluo and Van Helsing nodded: "We're setting off now."

"Let's go."

After a moment.

The three walked out of the Exorcism Office.

They boarded a carriage and headed toward Sofia Avenue.