blogombal Chapter 162 I've been set up
Chapter 162 I've been set up
Chapter 162 I've been set up
It wants to see how long this young man can keep this up!
How could I, the mighty God of the Southeast Wind, possibly fall here!
When Chen Yuan saw it turn its head back and stare at him, he couldn't help but smile slightly.
That smile, in Pazuzu's eyes, was particularly irritating.
"Pazuzu".
Chen Yuan spoke, his tone as calm as if he were having a conversation.
"The god of the southeast wind is a demon that brings drought and locust plagues."
Pazuzu was taken aback.
How did this young man know its name?
"You were once Anzu, the symbol of Enlil."
Chen Yuan continued speaking, his gaze fixed on those yellow pupils.
Pazuzu's pupils suddenly contracted.
"But you have fallen."
"7
Chen Yuan's voice remained calm.
"You have strayed from your origin."
He paused for a moment.
"Right now, you're just a pathetic worm hiding inside a little girl's body."
Pazuzu's face contorted.
It wanted to roar, to howl, to argue, but no sound came out.
He could only silently contort his face.
"In the name of Jesus Christ."
Chen Yuan's voice suddenly became serious.
"Also in the name of Chen Yuan."
His gaze was sharp and penetrating.
"Now I command you to turn your head around."
Pazuzu's head turned back uncontrollably.
"Then get out of her body!"
Pazuzu's body trembled violently.
An irresistible force surged from Chen Yuan, engulfing it like a tidal wave.
It felt its body being pushed outward by something.
Chen Yuan didn't wait for it to slowly roll.
He reached out and grabbed Regan's body, got off the bed, and took two steps forward.
Then it was placed in front of the bronze mirror.
At that moment, three figures appeared in the mirror.
One of them was Chen Yuan.
Wearing jeans and a t-shirt, with a calm expression, he stands in front of the mirror.
One of them is Ruigen.
Her small body, wearing blue pajamas, and with her eyes closed, looked as if she had fainted.
There was another one, with a lion's head, bird's wings, and a scorpion's tail, its whole body was crimson, and its face was ferocious.
She was lying face down in the mirror, staring wide-eyed at her reflection.
Pazuzu was stunned.
It saw itself.
Your true self.
It wasn't in the form of possessing a little girl, nor was it disguised as a human; it was in its true form.
It paused for a moment.
In that instant, Chen Yuan put Ruigen back on the bed.
The tiny, fragile little girl who had fainted lay there peacefully, her chest rising and falling, her breathing steady.
Pazuzu realized what was happening.
It pounced angrily on the mirror, its lion-headed face contorted in a ferocious grimace, its wings flapping and its tail lashing.
But it can't get out.
It's trapped inside the mirror!
It's been set up!
Chen Yuan looked at Pazuzu in the mirror and slowly gave her a thumbs up.
Constantine's moves from next door are pretty useful!
Father Iller stood at the door, completely dumbfounded.
He looked at Regan on the bed, the little girl who had just been possessed by a demon, now lying quietly, the scars on her face seemingly faded a bit.
He looked at Chen Yuan, the young man standing in front of the mirror, giving a thumbs-up to himself.
He couldn't see clearly in the mirror.
"Is the ceremony...complete?"
His voice was fading.
"not yet."
Chen Yuan shook his head.
He walked to the mirror and looked at the frantically thrashing Pazuzu in it.
"But we're just a little bit left to wrap things up."
"By the way, Iller, don't look in the mirror."
"Damn it!"
Pazuzu cursed instinctively.
Then it froze.
It can talk?
It can make sounds again?
Pazuzu pressed herself against the mirror, staring intently at Chen Yuan.
"Who are you?!"
The voice was filled with anger, fear, and confusion.
Chen Yuan flashed two rows of bright white teeth.
"you guess?"
After he finished speaking, he turned around, walked to the chair, and picked up the bottle of holy water.
When Pazuzu saw that action, he immediately had a bad feeling.
"What...what are you going to do?"
Its voice was stern on the outside but weak on the inside.
Chen Yuan smiled slightly.
"Let you feel the light."
He walked to the window, turned the bronze mirror around, and aimed it at the window.
A picture of Saint Joseph was pasted on the window, and light was about to pierce through it.
He turned his back to Father Iller and adjusted the mirror to the right angle.
Then he turned his head.
"Iller, carry Regan out of the room."
His tone was calm, but his words left no room for argument.
The true face of a demon is not something ordinary people can easily glimpse.
Otherwise, it will shorten your lifespan.
First floor living room.
Chris was stunned.
How did Detective Kindeman know the priest was coming to perform an exorcism?
She opened her mouth, as if to say something, but her mind went blank, and she couldn't say anything.
Just as she was wondering how to answer.
A furious roar came from upstairs.
"Damn it!"
Detective Kindman's eyes snapped up, fixed on the building above.
The voice was muffled and suppressed, carrying an inexplicable eeriness.
Kindeman did not wait for Chris's reply.
He stepped directly over the threshold and into the living room.
"Do you mind if I wait here for a while?"
His voice was calm, but his eyes remained fixed on the building.
Chris, completely bewildered, simply said "Oh."
The butler stood to the side, glancing at Kindeman and then at Chris.
"Detective, coffee or tea?"
"Tea bar".
Kindeman finally turned her gaze away from upstairs and onto the butler.
After he finished speaking, he asked another question.
"How's the situation now?"
The butler glanced at Chris and shook his head.
"have no idea."
She turned around to prepare.
The living room fell silent.
Chris stood there, clutching the hem of her dress, her knuckles white.
Her gaze darted between the upstairs and Kinderman, her face filled with unease.
Kinderman sat on the sofa, relaxed, but her eyes kept glancing upstairs.
Strangely, the sounds from upstairs disappeared after Detective Kindman arrived.
There was no movement at all.
Chris started to let her mind wander.
Is it because of Kindeman?
Is the exorcism ritual still ongoing?
How are Father Chen and the others?
How is Regan?
She even considered getting rid of Kindeman.
Forget about detectives and cases, the most important thing right now is Regan!
After an unknown amount of time, she took a deep breath, made up her mind, and was about to speak.
A creaking sound came from upstairs.
It's like the door has opened.
Followed by.
"ah!!!"
A piercing roar came from upstairs.
The sound was sharp, piercing, and full of pain; it didn't sound like something a human could make.
Kindeman suddenly stood up.
He stared intently at the building, his hand unconsciously reaching for his waist.
There was a gun tucked there.
But a few seconds later, his gaze changed.
Instead of staring upstairs, he started staring at the stairwell.
Because someone came down.
Father Iller carried Regan down the stairs step by step.
The moment Chris saw Regan, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning.
She paused for a second.
Then she rushed over.
"Father! What's wrong?!"
Her voice was trembling.
Father Iller looked at her, his expression indescribably complex.
There was exhaustion, shock, disbelief, and a sense of disorientation.
He opened his mouth, his voice hoarse.
"Chris... said that Regan's problem has been resolved."
The words fell.
Another roar came from upstairs.
"ah!!!"
The voice was filled with pain, anger, resentment, and a hint of despair.
Chris shuddered and instinctively looked up at the building.
Kindeman also looked up.
The sound was like something being torn apart.