Chapter 490: You'd Better Call More People

Yu Lin's knocking received no response from inside the house.

Instead, from behind came a slightly hurried footstep.

Immediately, a calm yet somewhat weary male voice sounded:

"Excuse me, please step aside."

Yu Lin turned his head to look.

He saw a middle‑aged man wearing a simple dark‑brown Judaism priest's robe, holding a thick vellum scroll, standing a few steps behind him.

The man was about forty, with brown curls and neatly trimmed short beard, a solemn face, the robe's hem stained with a bit of dust, clearly having rushed here.

Beside him followed a young woman of roughly twenty years old.

The woman's features were delicate, but her complexion was unusually pale, without any hint of color.

She pressed her lips tightly, her hands fidgeting together, body trembling slightly, eyes darting, occasionally glancing fearfully at the sealed stone house as if a ferocious beast lurked inside.

Clearly she had undergone a great fright, or witnessed something terrifying, and thus summoned this priest.

Yu Lin understood that the woman sought help, and this priest was the one summoned to deal with the "problem."

He gave a friendly smile, stepping aside to clear the doorway.

"Alright, please go ahead."

But just as the priest was about to step forward, Yu Lin seemed to recall something and added a remark, his tone light and teasing yet seemingly pointed:

"But, let me give you a friendly reminder—you'd better call a few more people over."

"Otherwise… it might fail, you know."

"Hm?" the priest's steps halted.

He turned his head, his sharp gaze returning to Yu Lin, scrutinizing the unfamiliar man whose appearance and demeanor were clearly different from locals, his face showing unmasked surprise and astonishment:

"Are you… an exorcist? Or a practitioner of some sect?"

"Which deity do you worship?"

He instinctively categorized Yu Lin as a fellow or related person, since uttering "it might fail" while lingering at the doorway of a supposedly "problematic" house was itself unusual.

Yu Lin shrugged, replying rather casually, "None of the above; I'm not of any sect, and certainly not an exorcist."

"Just a… passing good‑hearted person, that's all."

This answer not only failed to clear the Luo De Priest's doubts, but made his brows knit tighter, his eyes filled with deeper suspicion and scrutiny.

A non‑local, non‑clergy "good‑hearted person" appearing at a house apparently plagued by a malevolent spirit, and "kindly" suggesting they might need reinforcements?

It seemed odd from every angle, possibly hinting at worse intentions—perhaps this person was linked to the house's "problem," or came to cause trouble?

The priest's complexion darkened, his tone taking on a warning:

"I don't know who you are or what your purpose is, but you'd better stay here now, don't leave."

"After I finish dealing with what's inside, I have some questions for you; I hope you'll cooperate."

He stared into Yu Lin's eyes, adding:

"This isn't a place for you to intervene; don't even think about escaping."

Having warned him, the priest ignored Yu Lin, gesturing for the woman to step forward and open the door.

The woman, trembling, produced a key and unlocked the door.

The priest inhaled deeply and stepped straight into the dim interior.

Yu Lin, seeing this, didn't hesitate, called out to Jesus, and followed inside, closing the door behind him.

Jesus also stayed by Yu Lin's side.

The priest ahead, hearing footsteps behind, furrowed his brows again, halted in the dim first‑floor hall, turned, and looked displeased at the two who followed.

Especially when his gaze fell on the small Jesus, his tone carried obvious reproach and bewilderment:

"What are you doing following us?! This place is dangerous, not a place for you! The devil is very dangerous!"

"Especially this child! Take him away quickly!"

Yu Lin smiled at him, "Priest, I'm not afraid of the devil—remember, any devil."

"Perhaps… I can help you?"

The priest looked at Yu Lin, then at the boy beside him who showed little fear, and was momentarily at a loss for words.

He had never seen anyone so… reckless about life and death.

Finally he merely shook his head, saying with a complex tone, "What a… audacious fellow."

He glanced at Yu Lin, "I hope your strength is as 'powerful' as you claim."

Having said that, he ceased urging, turned, and continued deeper into the house.

The woman only dared lead them to the stairwell, pointing at the wooden stairs to the second floor, her voice trembling as she said to the priest:

"Luo—Luo De Priest, I… I won't take you upstairs… I… I'll wait here for you."

"May… may the Lord keep you safe."

Luo De understood her fear, didn't press, and simply nodded:

"Okay, stay down there; no matter what sounds you hear, don't come up."

Then he stepped onto the creaking wooden stairs.

Yu Lin and Jesus followed up.

The stairs were short, but the light grew dimmer.

The air was filled with a faint, indescribable musty smell and… a trace of a faint, almost imperceptible sweet, cloying scent?

Like rotting fresh flowers mingling with the scent of old dust.

Midway up the stairs, the Luo De Priest halted again, turned to look at the two following behind, his brows knit tightly, clearly displeased with their pursuit, but finally he merely sighed, said nothing, and quickened his ascent.

At last, they reached the second floor.

The second floor is smaller than the first floor, with only one room.

A tiny window opens on the west side; at this moment the slanting afternoon sun streams through, forming a narrow yet bright column of light that slants onto the floor, precisely illuminating the simple wooden bed in the center of the room.

On the bed lies a young man who looks to be in his twenties.

He has his eyes closed, his face serene, his chest rising and falling smoothly with even breaths.

Even the corners of his mouth lift slightly, shaping a tranquil smile as if immersed in a sweet dream.

Sunlight falls on him, coating him with a soft golden rim, and the scene appears oddly peaceful.

This seems completely different from the expected scene of being tormented by evil spirits, struggling in pain.

However.

Just as the Luo De Priest's foot steps onto the second‑floor floor, emitting a faint "Creak"—

The young man on the bed, without any warning, suddenly flings his eyes open!

What kind of eyes are those?

The whites of his eyes are veined with fine blood threads, his pupils constricted to pinpoints like needles, staring rigidly toward the stairwell; there is no hint of the bewilderment of just waking, only a cold, hostile, Frenzy‑filled snarl!

"What are you doing in my house?!"

"Get out! Leave my house!"

The young man abruptly sits up from the bed, his movement stiff yet swift, bearing no resemblance to someone who has just woken.

He lets out a low, guttural roar toward the Luo De Priest.

In the next instant, he vanishes from the bed!