Bang!!!!!
The Winchester M1897 itself is a powerful shotgun; at close range, its power is especially fierce, and its impact can easily blow apart human limbs or even an entire body.
Although the specially made salt bullets were not lead bullets, under his enchantment, the damage they inflicted on the evil spirit was equivalent to the damage lead bullets would cause to a human body.
Just as Bathsheba appeared, her lower body was blasted apart as if a human body had exploded. Of course, this was the dispersal of resentment, but it felt incredibly real, with a large amount of flesh, internal organs scattering everywhere before disappearing.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!!"
Clearly, this strike caused great harm to Bathsheba. Her roar became even louder than before, mixed with a pained howl similar to that of a beast. She had not expected the damage to be so severe and had no time to react.
The intense sense of danger made Bathsheba feel for the first time in her life that she shouldn't have come here, but there's no going back in the world.
Click!!!!
Looking at Bathsheba, who was left with only half a body, York didn't stop, continuing to pump the Winchester M1897's action, pulling the trigger as the spent casing ejected.
Without any unnecessary words, the first shot had just gone off when the second followed immediately.
He had seen too many drawn-out, ultimately disastrous scenarios in Ning Weize's memories from movies and TV shows, so York naturally wouldn't drag things out.
Bang!!!!!
The Winchester M1897 recoiled, and the special salt bullet it sprayed out once again blew apart Bathsheba, who was already reduced to half a body.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"
Amidst the dispersal of resentment, the howling grew even more intense, the pain deeper, so much so that the beast-like howls began to shift towards a female voice, sharp and filled with unwillingness.
Click!!!!
Pressing his advantage, York looked at the head, which was left with only a pair of malevolent eyes, and continued to pump the action. As the casing ejected, the trigger was already pulled.
Bang!!!!!
Those malevolent eyes instantly burst, dissipating along with the already thin resentment.
Click!!!
Looking at the empty space before him, with no lingering resentment, York once again pumped the action, just in case.
But as he looked, he subconsciously frowned, uncertain if an evil spirit could really be dispatched with just a few shots. He carefully sensed again, and the answer he got was that he truly couldn't feel the evil spirit's presence.
"So weak?"
York, who had always contended with demons, looked at the unused cross, Bible, remaining salt bullets, and the last bottle of Holy water in his small chest pouch, a hint of awkwardness flashing across his face.
This was completely outside his plan. All that preparation, it felt like using a cannon to kill an ant, with no sense of accomplishment at all.
"Forget it, as long as the exorcism is successful, any outcome is acceptable."
York shook his head and then wiped his eyes with magic, looking at the dwindling resentment. He remained vigilant, then looked to the other side.
Unlike the resentment that was slowly dissipating, there was always a very faint wisp of resentment there, particularly noticeable without the covering of the fog-like resentment.
York fell silent and walked up the stairs, but halfway up, he paused in the middle of the staircase, made the sign of the cross over his chest, and said gently,
"If you wish to leave, I can see you off here in half an hour. This is a blessing, the Lord's mercy upon you..."
After speaking, York went up, taking the cross hanging on the small door and gently closing it.
In the dim light, in the empty basement, a very small sob echoed, growing clearer and clearer... "What's going on?"
Several loud gunshots had already made the people in the living room huddle together tightly.
The adults all stood on the outside, while the children hid in the protective circle inside.
Officer Brad, holding the other Winchester M1897, was like a porcupine bristling with all its quills, its spines extended, staring intently at the staircase.
"Mr. Ed..."
Brad called out again, as if afraid people wouldn't know he was nervous.
"Mr. Ed, should we go and check?"
Ed, also nearby, clutched the cross York had given him and took a deep breath, as if making a decision.
"Alright! Just the two of us..."
However, before he could signal to his wife, Lorraine, she grabbed his hand first.
"Wait, dear, I can't see anything anymore."
Ed was stunned. He knew his wife's abilities. If his wife couldn't see anything, then there were only two possibilities: either the demon or evil spirit was too powerful for his wife to perceive, or it was a normal situation.
Ed stared blankly, his eyes slightly wide. Lorraine instantly understood her husband's meaning, glanced at The Roger Family behind them, who were extremely nervous, and nodded silently.
"The evil presence is gone."
Everyone, who had been fully alert to their surroundings and whose five senses were sharper than usual, also showed expressions of disbelief and surprise as they looked at Lorraine.
"The Father really succeeded in the exorcism?" Brad still hadn't relaxed his guard, his tone somewhat hesitant.
"Mm."
To confirm, Lorraine scanned the house again. Her Yin-Yang Eyes weren't omnipotent; ultimately, they only had the ability to see the supernatural, and she was still an ordinary person. But Lorraine could still feel that the atmosphere of the house had changed. The chill she used to feel had now returned to normal.
"It's exorcised just like that? Really?" Drew, standing nearby, had a somewhat awkward expression. He felt his worldview was on the verge of collapsing.
"Just with those few gunshots?"
Ed breathed a sigh of relief; he believed his wife's words.
"Drew, there are many wonders in the world, things we don't know about. You have to believe Father York..."
Not just Ed, but everyone present, except for the still awkward Drew, felt their bodies relax, releasing their extremely tense state.
Just then, footsteps from the direction of the stairs once again made their hearts leap into their throats.
Brad's movements were particularly intense. He immediately raised his Winchester M1897, aiming it towards the source of the sound, his eyes fixed on it.
"Amen!"
The next second, as if knowing what they were doing, a voice came from that direction before the figure even appeared.
Hearing the familiar voice, Brad directly sat down on the floor, looking at the tall, imposing Father, carrying the Winchester M1897, who appeared at the edge of the stairs, and gave a wry smile.
"Father, if you hadn't appeared sooner, my heart would have exploded!"
Under the temporary instruction, Brad felt immense pressure.
"Officer, you still need more experience..." York slowly put away his shotgun, looking at everyone with a smile.
"The evil spirit has been successfully exorcised. It's safe here."
Upon receiving the true answer, The Roger Family instantly embraced each other, weeping with joy. They finally no longer had to live in fear.
"Haha."
Ed and Lorraine exchanged glances, then leaned close together, sharing a knowing smile.
"Alright." Drew shrugged, looking at the Father who had changed his worldview, then squatted down and patted Officer Brad's shoulder, who was sitting on the floor, whispering,
"Buddy, you win. My mind has changed."
Brad, enjoying the pleasure of relaxation after extreme tension, subconsciously responded,
"How so?"
"Evil spirits can be killed with guns," Drew said.