American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

Carefully rubbing the cover of the book, the first thing Yorkes felt was a fine convex feeling full of particles.

This didn't seem to matter at all. I tried to open the cover of the book, but the sealing fangs didn't even move.

"Huh?" There was a hint of joking in York's eyes. He didn't feel strange about this situation, but was used to it.

After all, there is indeed something evil about this book, since evil means there is a spirit.

Yorks pulled out the desk drawer and rummaged through the pile of miscellaneous items to find a small hammer.

"Since you won't open it, don't blame me!" Yorks whispered softly, staring at the very tightly clasped fangs, then raised a small hammer and smashed it down.

He didn't believe that the material of this book could withstand his destruction. As long as it was a physical object, it meant there was an upper limit. As for whether it would damage the book, he didn't care.

A hammer the size of a fist hit the sealed fangs hard.

boom!

With such force, the heavy books bounced and the table shook.

The sealed fangs are still intact, with no trace at all.

"Okay, assuming you have the ability, I want to see if your material can withstand my smashing."

Yorks couldn't help but smile, and the attributes he studied began to explode. He raised the hammer that seemed very small in his hand and hit it again, two times, three times.

boom!

York's movements didn't stop until the table was smashed on the spot, with the fragments and debris flying in all directions.

There seemed to be no problem when the book fell to the ground. Instead, the sealed fangs he targeted began to deform under his impact.

It may not look like much when viewed individually, but a few of the fangs are particularly obvious overall, just like a few bent steel bars appearing in a pile of straight steel bars. The contrast is very obvious.

"Sure enough, I knew you couldn't do it."

With a smile on his face, Yorks threw away the small hammer and walked elsewhere. Finally, he stopped in the corner where Annabell and other supernatural carriers were placed and pulled out an old sledgehammer.

His underground warehouse not only contains firearms, but also some tools.

This octagonal hammer was left over from the period when he was expanding his basement. It was an authentic construction site sledgehammer with a hammer head that weighed a full 45 pounds.

As soon as he took it out, whether it was an illusion or not, Yorks felt that the presence of supernatural carriers like Annabell next to him suddenly became lower.

"Be good! I won't hit you."

Yorks smiled, patted the glass cabinet that sealed Annabel, and returned to the original place with the sledgehammer in one hand. He took a bottle of holy water and poured it on the hammer head.

The clear holy water flowed down from the hammer head and splashed on the floor. A trace of water splashed onto the cover of the book, and a trace of smoke rose up.

"I want to see how hard you are. Anyway, you are an evil thing. If it's gone, that's okay."

Yorkist grinned, threw away the holy water bottle, looked at the seemingly unmoved book, and the unmoved fangs, raised the sledgehammer, united his waist, and smashed it down with all his strength.

This time it was full force, with 72 points of physical fitness fully erupting. Before it hit, the old hammer made a huge explosion sound, and everywhere it touched the air began to feel hot.

Click!

At the moment when the sledgehammer was about to hit, Yorks clearly saw that the fangs that had been sealed suddenly opened automatically.

Click!

There was a trace of amusement in his eyes, and the muscles and sinews of his arms held up the clothes without stopping the hammer.

boom!

A deep pit with a size of two meters was easily smashed on the floor, and the sealed fangs instantly shattered into pieces, and the books became even shriveled.

Yorks seemed to hear a howl of pain, and he shook his head and put the hammer in place.

"If I had known this, why bother in the first place? It would be better to untie it automatically in front of me."

With a calm expression, Yorks sat on the chair again, pulled the corner of the collapsed table and moved it to another place. At the same time, he picked up the half-dried book and placed it on it. He pinched the corner of the title page to officially reveal the secret of the book.

This time, he was no longer hindered. The book had a spirit and it did not want to be destroyed.

And this book is indeed extremely evil. From the first page alone, you can feel the malice in it. I don’t know how this naughty kid dared to keep this book.

Looking at the text on the first page, Yorks squinted his eyes. The text on it was a bit old. It was ancient Hebrew from before the 3rd century BC, also known as Biblical Hebrew, which was considered a previous religious language.

And he happened to have learned previous Hebrew, even Latin, and even runes when he was consulting the books in the secret room.

The words in it were not difficult for him, as long as the letters above were combined to form real words.

Yorks stared at the first line of words and read it silently in his mind.

"Book of the Dead?"

The moment I read it out, a breath that could make people instantly fall into madness came out of the book.

But at this moment, a white light flashed out and completely eliminated the aura on the spot, leaving only the fallen ashes.

"In my place, if you are a tiger, you have to lie down, and if you are a dragon, you have to lie down."

Yorks spoke calmly, stared at the restored Book of Death, and continued to turn the pages. He was not afraid of what would happen. A book like this must have a triggering medium before it can be reflected. He did nothing, so naturally he didn't What will happen.

The first page opens.

What came into view was an illustration similar to the one I had seen in the apartment building, except that the main character was different, and of course it was a very exaggerated image.

It has a body covered in scales, a head that resembles a fish but has a human face. It has a pair of huge wings behind it, and long, sharp teeth and antennae protruding from its mouth.

On the whole, it seems to have an obvious symbol like the monster covered in tentacles in the Bridget incident.

It made him feel that this was nothing like the demons in hell. Although demons also had strange shapes in addition to human shapes, they were not as obvious as the images in the illustrations.

Yorks stared at the illustration, a realization welling up in his heart.

"Monster from the abyss?"

With his eyebrows raised slightly, Yorks then looked to the side of the illustration.

The text is also in ancient Hebrew, recording the introduction and summoning ritual circles and spells related to this monster, as well as the spells that can connect and communicate with this monster.

"Huh? Winged and half-fish man."

As he watched along the way, Yorks had an unformed idea in his mind, but after thinking about it, he decided to give up.

"It's a bit dangerous. It's not too late to try again when you become stronger."

While muttering to himself, Yorks stared at the monster image in the illustration, his eyes looking like he was looking at a treasure.

"These are all attribute points..."