Li Jiajia smiled and looked up at the priest who had approached closely.
Her neck made a "crack crack crack" sound of bones grinding, as if each vertebra was forcibly twisting.
Beneath the disheveled hair, her dry, bleeding lips slowly pulled upward, widening more and more.
Ultimately, they settled into an exaggerated curve that no ordinary person could achieve.
"Is that all you’ve got?"
A rough voice, sounding like a man’s, rang out again, full of mockery and ridicule.
She stared at the cross in the priest’s hand, spitting out a bloody saliva:
"Do you think so tap water can drive away? You glasses-wearing waste, you don’t even know your wife is cheating on you outside, pretending to be a saint here?"
With this sentence, the priest’s face instantly turned pale, retreating two steps.
With a "clang", his back heavily collided with the wardrobe door.
"You... you’re talking nonsense!"
The priest’s voice trembled as he gripped the cross tightly, holding it in front of his chest like a shield:
"In the na of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, I command you, all unclean spirits and filthy phantoms, leave this body at once! The Lord’s glory will cover this place, allowing no evil desecration..."
He quickly recited a prayer, his tongue tied in knots amid the chaos, repeatedly mispronouncing several syllables.
Then, in a panic, he took up the Holy Water Bottle, throwing the remaining half bottle of water at Li Jiajia’s head.
The transparent liquid stread down her cheek.
But this ti, Li Jiajia didn’t even try to dodge.
She maintained the eerie smile, allowing the holy water to flow into her eye sockets.
Even sticking out her tongue to lick the water stains that reached her lips.
"Really bad taste."
She smacked her lips twice, then spat with disgust on the bed sheets.
Li Jiajia’s gaze suddenly locked, staring straight at the priest.
Her eyes widened to the extre, the whites instantly crawling with a dense web of red veins.
And within the enlarged pupils, there faintly emanated a heart-stopping, ghostly green glow.
The priest gave a violent shudder, his entire body petrified at the spot.
He stared dumbly into those eyes, his pupils shrinking violently.
In his vision, this seed no longer a young girl’s eyes, but a bottomless black well.
At the bottom were countless twisted, grotesque human faces, wailing, beckoning to him.
Seeming to want to drag him down to join them, for eternity.
A fear rooted deep in his soul gripped his heart instantly.
"I... I..."
The priest’s lips quivered, feeling his breathing beco extrely difficult, unable to squeeze out even a complete phrase of prayer.
The Bible in his hand fell to the floor with a "plop".
In that half-second of his daze.
Jiajia suddenly raised her head, opening her mouth wide at him.
"Gah—"
A jet of black, viscous liquid with a fierce odor, spewed from her throat like a high-pressure water gun.
The black liquid darted over half the bed, plastering the priest’s face and the bow tie on his chest.
"Ah—"
The priest scread like a slaughtered pig, instinctively covering his eyes with his hands.
The sll of the black water was a hundred tis more nauseating than a sewer fernted for ten days, rushing into his nose and throat.
He frantically used his sleeve to wipe his face, only to spread the sticky black water all over his head.
Obstructed vision caused him to stagger backward, his foot catching on the Bible that had fallen earlier.
He spun around in a narrow bedroom like a headless fly.
"Ha-ha, how do you like the taste of my black water? Isn’t it much better than your lousy holy water!"
Li Jiajia twisted her body on the bed, her belt creaking as she laughed, bending over backward.
"Father! Father, what’s wrong with you?"
Old Li hurriedly circled the bed, attempting to support him.
"Don’t touch !"
The priest jerked away from Old Li’s hand as if electrocuted, retreating in a staggering backward march to the bedroom door.
With a "thud", his forehead collided heavily with the door fra.
He clutched his head, gasping in pain.
Seeing Li Jiajia still grinning insanely, his stomach churned, his legs turned to jelly, trembling.
"This thing is too full of resentnt; I can’t treat her. You should find soone else more capable!"
The priest spoke, full of dread, not daring to cast another glance at the girl on the bed.
Turning and grabbing the black leather bag on the desk, heedless of retrieving the Bible on the floor, he only wanted to flee from this terrifying, dangerous place.
Because, a strong premonition told him.
Staying any longer, angering the thing hiding in the girl’s body, he would surely die!
"Father, you took a deposit earlier and assured us this was no problem within your expertise. Now that you’re leaving, what will happen to our Jiajia?"
Ning Yue reddened with anxiety, oblivious to the nauseating stench from his body, climbing from the ground and reaching to grab the priest’s arm.
Her voice was filled with pleading, tears streaming down:
"Father, can you think of another way? Maybe pouring more holy water will work."
"Sorry, I’m really beyond my capabilities! If you’re in a hurry, you might as well find a Taoist to have a look!"
The priest showed a look of embarrassnt, his gaze shifty towards the outside:
"Or, I could first return to the church to report the situation, and then send a more experienced colleague to help you exorcise the demon."
As he spoke his perfunctory words, he worked hard to pry Ning Yue’s fingers off him.
Jerking his arm back, Ning Yue stumbled, nearly falling.
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