York raised his eyebrows, looking at them.
"Do you think God can poop?" the spiky-haired young man loudly asked with a mocking expression.
"Hahahahaha." His companions burst into laughter, their cackles grating.
Clearly, these young men were just looking to provoke him. York felt nothing in his heart, but the corners of his mouth twitched.
He felt that if these young men continued to be so arrogant, they would suffer in the future. Unlike his previous life on a peaceful Earth, this parallel world had the existence of gods and devils. He didn't know if God existed, but he only knew that Holy water was indeed effective, and prayers were also effective, even though he wasn't a true believer in God.
Besides this point, the most powerful proof was that the demons and evil spirits he had cast out would all curse God.
What did this indicate? God might truly exist.
If these young men dared to mock like this, it was inevitable that something would target them. As the saying goes, "Calamity issues from the mouth."
Thinking of this, York stopped, made the sign of the cross towards these fools, and said:
"May God remember you!"
"Hahahahahahaha, this stupid Father."
"Is he even blessing us? Hahaha, I'm dying of laughter."
"…"
The young men's arrogance grew even more intense.
York nodded with pity in his eyes, ignoring these hooligans who would have an even worse future, and continued on his way.
Just then, a white-haired Old man suddenly appeared from a nearby building and slowly walked towards him.
"Father Yorkes, hello."
"Hello, Mr. Brown." York nodded.
"Are you going to the hospital?"
He knew this Old man. He often came to his church to pray for his seriously ill wife. He heard that he had served in the military and was even a naval officer, but he had retired.
"Yes, Father Yorkes." Old Brown hunched his shoulders and glanced at the unusually arrogant young men over there.
"You don't need to pay attention to them; they are all scum not worth saving."
"Mhm." York nodded and smiled.
"Amen." Old Brown made the sign of the cross like a true believer.
York returned the gesture, "The Lord will bless you and Ms. Judith."
"Thank you." Old Brown smiled gently.
York nodded, walked past Old Brown, and headed towards the Boston Community where the Old woman was located.
After an insignificant interlude, York finally arrived at his destination, a typical American-style house with a lawn and a backyard.
Speaking of which, the security in the Boston Community was better than where Old Brown lived. Some patrol officers would often patrol here, and there were no hooligans. This could be considered a middle-class area.
Mrs. Morsan and her husband, Mr. Sandy, who were already waiting at the door, came over.
"Father Yorkes!"
York ignored their anxious expressions, first opened his backpack, and took out a willow branch that had been soaking in Holy water.
"No rush, let me give you some protection first."
The two were stunned, not understanding why, but subconsciously nodded.
York took this opportunity to swing the willow branch at the two people in front of him, and the Holy water that had remained on the branch immediately splashed onto them.
"No smoke, no smell, and no change in their expressions."
York observed them carefully before letting down his guard.
Demons and evil spirits were truly dangerous; he couldn't afford not to be cautious, after all, the skill of spirit possession was too disgusting. He had protective functions, but others did not.
"I've given you a layer of protection, so you won't be possessed by evil spirits." York explained, then took out two crucifixes.
"Wear them, and you can follow me inside, because the Lord will protect you."
When he performed an exorcism for a family, he would habitually let the relatives follow and observe the entire process. This was to reassure them, as the original host, when possessed, would be unconscious and have no perception.
In this parallel world, he had heard of some disgusting things done by his counterparts, although he had heard quite a few in his previous life as well.
"Thank you! Father Yorkes." Mrs. Morsan gratefully took them, putting one on herself and quickly helping Mr. Sandy put on the other.
York nodded calmly, "Take me to see Sarah."
"Alright." The Old woman took a deep breath and turned to lead the way.
Before following, York first scanned the house.
The overall atmosphere wasn't too bad, nor was it dark and oppressive like the places he had exorcised before.
York glanced around and silently followed, going directly with the two to the second floor. As soon as he reached the second floor, he smelled a familiar scent, a very pungent smell like volcanic lava, enough to suffocate a person.
This was the smell from hell, and it was clearly a demon.
York wrinkled his nose and looked at the door at the end of the hallway, where a slightly tilted crucifix hung.
"Mrs. Morsan, was the crucifix straight when you hung it?"
For the crucifix to be tilted indicated that the demon inside had some minor ability. The degree of tilt could also represent the demon's strength. If it was completely inverted, that would be extraordinary, and he might fear it by three parts and rely on his life to fight for the remaining seven.
"Yes… yes, it was." The Old woman also looked a little scared at this sight, leaning closely against her husband, Sandy.
Hearing this, York's eyes narrowed slightly. He walked past the two of them and strode to the doorway.
The closer he got, the colder the entire atmosphere became. It even felt as if his five senses were blocked, with no sound whatsoever, as if even the outside sounds had vanished.
"The key." York said softly.
Hearing this, Mrs. Morsan quickly handed over the key.
York took it and directly opened the door.
Before the door was fully open, a deep, man-like voice echoed from inside.
"Heh heh heh heh!"
When the door was fully open, York saw Sarah, whom he remembered, tied up with ropes on the bed.
She was emaciated like a drug user's skeleton, her lips completely devoid of color, and her eye sockets were particularly dark and sunken. Staring at people was like staring at prey, making one's hair stand on end.
"What smell is this? Damn it! It stinks!"
"Dear Mommy, did you bring that damn stinky Father here to kill me? Heh heh!!" At this moment, Sarah's voice switched back to her original tone.
"Sarah, I…" Mrs. Morsan stammered by the door.
"Shh! I will handle everything. Don't make a sound, don't pay attention. If you want to save your daughter."
The Old woman had just spoken when York interrupted her.
Mr. Sandy, however, was more sensible, holding her hand and shaking his head.
York subconsciously glanced at him; such a calm family member was a bit rare.
The Old man just nodded, which meant he could do whatever he wanted.
York smiled in return, put down his backpack, and began to take out his tools.
Seeing this, Sarah raised her head and shrieked, "Old man! You always wanted to kill me, didn't you? I'm your daughter!"
Mr. Sandy pursed his lips, remaining silent, only gripping his wife's hand tightly.
The next second, Sarah, looking like a vengeful ghost, instantly changed like a madwoman, struggling violently, so much so that the bed was forcefully moved a little by her actions.
"Heh heh heh heh!!! That damn stinky Father can't save your daughter,"
"My parents, you have no hope!!"
One moment like this, the next like that, Sarah was like a mad demon.