American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

No matter it is live broadcast or any entertainment industry, there will always be people behind the scenes and people in front of the stage.

Compared to the people behind the scenes, the people in front of the stage are the protagonists standing under the lights, so a large part of the fans are the main fans who stand in front of the stage.

Max in front of him was the one standing in front of the stage, and the number of fans between the two was completely disproportionate.

Drew looked at the man in front of him and took another sip of beer.

Although he has been in the live broadcast industry for a long time, the fans he accumulated are still absorbed by Max in front of him.

"Okay," Max naturally knew this and began to search for his mobile phone to log into social software to announce the matter.

But while rummaging around, he still asked, "Are you fully prepared?"

Drew nodded, not caring and said, "Of course, since that inexplicable ban, I have already found some people to do this."

There was an inexplicable meaning in Max's eyes. He dug out his phone from under the pillow and started clicking on it.

This so-called partner is good at everything, but he thinks he is too stupid, as if he, the person standing in front of the stage, is a kite in his hand and can be controlled at will.

"But this is fine."

Max looked at the account on the screen of his mobile phone. Under his recent posts, there were all comments from fans asking what was going on, what was banned in the live broadcast room, or when it would start broadcasting, can it still be broadcasted, etc.

The corner of Max's mouth raised slightly, and then he looked at the number of fans under the account.

With more than 1.4 million fans, he has enough fans to be called a big anchor.

"That's enough," Max thought to himself.

Drew, who was standing aside, saw Max finding his cell phone and approached him.

"What do you want to say?" Max said calmly.

Drew looked at the comments below and felt a surge of excitement in his heart. The more he read, the more cute these fans became, because in his opinion, these enthusiastic fans were his cash machines.

"Here, give me your phone."

Drew put his beer on the table and held out his hand.

Max glanced at him and seemed to be able to sense something, so he handed over the phone without editing the comment.

Drew took it and began editing quickly.

In Max's eyes, Drew first edited a website link to indicate that this was the live broadcast platform they were going to broadcast, and then continued to write that tonight at ten o'clock, see you there or not.

"Will it be broadcast at ten o'clock tonight?" Max asked.

"Of course, we have to take advantage of this popularity before it disappears." Drew posted this edited comment, looked at the comments below, and said with a smile on his face.

As he spoke, he looked at Max, grabbed his shoulders with both hands, and said seriously.

"Don't worry, Max, I have prepared everything. You can stay home today and prepare for tonight's journey to the priesthood."

Max glanced at the hand on his shoulder and smiled broadly.

"good."

Seeing Max being so well-behaved, Drew smiled, patted Max on the shoulder, then picked up the beer bottle on the table and left the place.

Seeing Drew's leaving figure, Max's originally smiling face instantly turned into a ferocious look.

"Stupid humans."

Cold-blooded words fell from his mouth.

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at the same time.

Vatican.

Two people wearing simple robes that could reveal the identity of the bishop in various details were walking on the luxuriously decorated aisle.

One was tall and burly, with a certain aura, and the other was old, exuding a temperament that people couldn't help but tell. As they walked along, every clergy they saw would stop and bow.

"Bishop York, Bishop Cecil..."

Bishop Cecil lowered his head slightly, then looked at Yorks who was following him.

"Are you sure the things you brought from another world are useful? You know that even our sacred spring can only maintain the status quo."

Yorks, who had just arrived at the Vatican from Argentina, glanced at the clergy who left after saluting, and replied calmly.

"No matter what, you have to give it a try."

Thinking of the divine objects found in the world of Khaos, Yorks sighed.

But speaking of it, Yorkes actually doesn't have much confidence.

The sacred spring mentioned by Bishop Cecil is a sacred object in the church. Legend has it that God took a bath in it when he was injured. It has great miraculous effects, and its healing power is naturally included.

Legend has it that anyone who drinks a drop of water from the sacred spring can change the human body's own physique and heal various hidden dangers in the body.

The divine object he found is called the Heart of the Divine Wood, an extremely rare divine object whose grass has powerful healing abilities, can treat various wounds and diseases, and has the effect of prolonging life.

This is what he got from those Titans.

"Yes." Cecil also sighed involuntarily.

"Although judging from the data of various instruments, Mianxia's physical condition has stabilized, in fact, I can feel the loss of strength in his body. York, you should know what this is..."

Yorks frowned, his face a little solemn. As a clergyman, how could he not know the situation.

The loss of power in the body means that the holy power in the old man's body is losing. Once all the holy power that maintains the status quo, including vitality, is lost, the old man will really go to heaven.

When he didn't hear a response, Bishop Cecil glanced at York's solemn face, shook his head inwardly, and led him straight to the room where His Majesty was.

There are six monks guarding it.

"Bishop York, Bishop Cecil..."

Cecil nodded slightly: "Open the door."

"yes!"

The monk waiting at the door immediately opened the door.

With a squeaking sound, the door slowly opened, revealing the true appearance of the room inside.

Yorks took a look, and he could feel the strong holy power coming from inside.

From his perspective, everything in the room was transformed from holy stones.

Recalling Cecil's previous words, Yorks knew that this was to slow down the flow of holy power in the old man's body.

Thinking of this, Yorkist felt really bad. After nodding to the monks waiting nearby, he followed Bishop Cecil in expressionlessly.

All the layout of the room was the same as before he left.

There was an old man lying on a big bed with his eyes closed, and his hands and body were all covered with electrode pads, and the densely packed electrode pads were connected to some instruments outside.

The overall picture is no different from a critically ill old man lying in the ICU room.

Looking at the old man who had his eyes closed and could only hear the sound of his heartbeat, Yorks took a deep breath and continued to follow Bishop Cecil.

"Should I leave? Yorkshire."

After Cecil bowed slightly to the old man in front of him, he looked back at the expressionless Yorkist.

"Need not,"

Yorks shook his head, and then under the gaze of Bishop Cecil, he took out a transparent box from the robe. Inside the box was a green leaf, emitting a green light visible to the naked eye.

"I also need you to be there to watch."

With that said, Yorks opened the box and handed it to Bishop Cecil.

Bishop Cecil understood the meaning, took it and identified it carefully. After a while, he took a deep breath and said.

"It is indeed the heart of the sacred tree."

He excitedly returned the transparent box to York to express his agreement to let His Majesty take it.

Yorks nodded, took the box, looked at the old man lying on the bed, and without hesitation, picked up the leaf called Heart of the Sacred Tree inside and put it directly into the old man's mouth.

After detailed identification, he could confirm that this thing was the heart of the sacred tree recorded in the book, so there was nothing to hesitate about.

As soon as the leaf entered the old man's mouth, it disappeared instantly. A group of green light could be seen flowing through his throat and chest and finally staying in the Dantian.

At the same time, the old man's skin, which originally seemed to have no moisture, actually began to become rounder. All this proved that the heart of the sacred tree was beginning to take effect, allowing the old man to change for the better.

Seeing this situation, Bishop Cecil was obviously a little excited and went over to feel it.

"The situation in Xia Mian's body seems to be stable!" He said excitedly.

Yorks nodded, but frowned. The holy power in the old man's body had indeed stopped losing due to the intervention of the Heart of the Sacred Tree, but the question was why the old man hadn't woken up yet.

Logically speaking, there were no injuries or abnormalities in the body, so he should wake up directly. However, the old man in front of him seemed to have lost consciousness and turned into a real vegetative state.

"Not conscious?"

Suddenly thinking of this, Yorks frowned more and more tightly. Based on the previous questions, he stared at the old man who had not yet woken up, and murmured in his heart.

"Isn't this just a so-called empty body? The real old man has run away long ago."

Thinking about this, Yorks felt that this idea was very reliable. He had long suspected that the old man was not from this world, but from another world. Otherwise, how could he withstand the destructive energy in the crack.

However, no one could answer this sentence. Even Bishop Cecil looked at the old man who had not yet woken up and could not find any reason.

For a moment, the first one and the second one just stared at the old man lying on the bed who was still unconscious.

For a long time, the increasingly plump old man still didn't wake up. He slept on the bed like an empty shell without consciousness. In the end, the two of them looked at each other with helpless expressions.

"I'll ask someone to come over and check it out." Bishop Cecil sighed.

"Well, that's all we can do." Because of the previous speculation, Yorks temporarily regained his composure and looked at the old man and said calmly.

"If you can stabilize the holy power in the old man's body, it's still not too late."

The Heart of the Sacred Tree he brought was not without effect. It had done everything it was supposed to do. Originally, the holy power in the old man's body was still draining, but now it has stabilized, as evidenced by his increasingly rounded skin.

At the same time, because of this, he finally figured out what the old man was like.

Although he still doesn't understand the truth, Yorks believes that this situation must be intentional by the old man.

Bishop Cecil looked at his majesty, who was motionless on the bed, and nodded.

…

Just like that, an hour later, the scene changed to a special plane flying directly to Free America.

Bishop Cecil glanced at Sister Eileen and Brother Healy who were carrying some things onto the special plane, and then looked at Sister York who was also standing next to him.

"Yorks, you don't really want to rest, do you? Can you tell me your recent plans?"

"I really don't have any plans. After hosting a wedding for a child I know well, I can then think about what I want to do."

Yorks looked at Eileen walking towards this side and said calmly.

After confirming the old man's condition, Yorks found that he really didn't seem to have anything to do recently, which meant that his favorite lazy routine was coming back, so he was in a pretty good mood now.

Upon hearing this, Bishop Cecil could only nod in response, and also looked at the nun who came over.

"Bishop Cecil."

Irene, who was wearing a nun's monastic uniform, first saluted Bishop Cecil. After seeing him nod, she then faced her own bishop and said.

"Bishop York, everything is ready."

Hearing this, Yorkist looked at Irene, who looked serious and capable, and smiled gently.

"Well, let's go then."

"yes!"

Erin nodded in agreement and stood aside.

Yorkist then looked at Bishop Cecil and nodded slightly.

"Bishop Cecil, goodbye."

Bishop Cecil, looking at the most special young man in the church, replied: "Goodbye."

York's expression remained unchanged and he strode towards the special plane. Irene deliberately stayed at the end. She bowed her head slightly and saluted Bishop Cecil and the clergy standing behind, then followed her bishop and walked all the way. special plane.

Only Bishop Cecil and his group were left watching.

Not long after, with a roar, the special plane began to move slowly towards the runway. Finally, under the gaze of the people below, it took off, shot straight into the dark sky, and turned into a small dot.

"Let's go back too."

Looking at the small dot that had merged into the night, Bishop Cecil turned around and left with a group of clergy.

special plane.

Yorks sat in his own exclusive seat and looked out the plane window.

The city lights below are twinkling, forming a beautiful night scene.

This is the sight of an ordinary person. In his field of vision, he can see the departing figures of Bishop Cecil and a group of clergy.

Before he could think anything, at this moment, Irene's voice suddenly sounded next to him.

“Bishop, are we going to tell our colleagues in the Diocese of New York?”

Yorks looked away, thought about it seriously, shook his head and said.

"No, we just go back to rest and relax. We don't want to go back to do anything. That's it."

For this reason, he specifically asked Bishop Cecil to conceal his whereabouts.

Otherwise, the New York Diocese may have to make some adjustments because of his return.

He just wanted to go back to Pluto Church to take a look. With his current status, it is impossible for him to be as casual as the previous priest. Every move he makes will lead to the movements of many people.

"Okay, Bishop." Eileen's voice in response fell and disappeared again.

Yorks smiled and closed his eyes.