Reborn Exorcist

Screaming sounds echoed in the woods.The late-autumn wind also howls in the woods, but it's not the sound of the wind; it's more like the high-decibel howl of some kind of beast.

In fact, the creature that uttered the sound made even the most savage of beasts whimper and back away.They have jet-black long hair, gray skin, bat-like thin and tough wings, and their mouths open much wider than humans can.

A bunch of vampires.

Louis stood on a tall and thick branch, holding his slender silver toon, fighting against the group of flying vampires.He is a very sympathetic person, but he has no sympathy for these sharp-mouthed "ladies".

Dealing with this group of vampires is within his ability, but with only one silver toon, he will need to spend more time.Louis began to regret why he didn't bring the gun and bullets that the church prepared for him.It was a hollow silver bullet filled with garlic juice, which could explode when it hit a target, and it was deadly enough for a vampire.But Louis didn't like it, it made him smell like garlic.

Louis tackles the last one. "She" opened her mouth provocatively at him, tried her best to flap her wings, but still fell to the ground.Her heart was stabbed, and the black hole was gradually spreading from one point.He jumped down from the tree and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Okay, ready to go home for Thanksgiving."

What a holiday it is, and it should be full of warmth!Families come together in gratitude to warmly share delicious food!

But Louis knew that today's Thanksgiving dinner would be a horror farce. The fourth Thursday in November, 1878, would be one hell of a farce.

Now Louis had grown into a handsome, quick young man with piercing blue eyes and smooth blond hair always tied back.The cynicism that often appeared on his face in previous lives has disappeared, replaced by a melancholy expression.He believed that this was a hangover from the knowledge that the church school had given him.

After the Civil War, his country was truly unified.Since then, the training of exorcists has also become regular.The civil war more than ten years ago was impressive, and many old people still talk about how the North defeated the Confederate Army.Little is known about another great war of the same period, however.

Satan sowed the seeds of evil on the American continent, and the church had to fight a bloody battle with the devil.Most of the previous generation of exorcists died in this battle, and they were buried as "mysterious soldiers who used strange weapons in the Civil War".This war between light and dark ended in a draw. The demons did not occupy the American continent, and the church failed to drive them into hell.

This situation is not dangerous, but definitely bad.Demons are still active in the world.Imagine you've been working all day in a dark coal mine or on a hot factory floor, and you want a beer after get off work.But at the entrance of the tavern, the lovely young lady in front of you suddenly turned into a monster with sharp claws and steel teeth and rushed towards you, and then another guy rushed over and chopped the monster into pieces. Blood and flesh splattered all over you...

At this time, what you need is no longer beer, but a snuff bottle that can help you suppress shock and a thoroughly hot bath.

This is what ordinary people can encounter.In some areas, this happens quite often.

So, what about the exorcist himself?

According to Louis, exorcists are probably the happiest profession in the country. They will be respected by Christians wherever they go, and food and shelter will be provided on their own initiative.But this is also the career with the least development prospects, because the salary given by the Christian church is pitifully low, and the salary will never be raised because of the increase in seniority.

When he first entered a missionary school, Louis was worried about his future pension after retirement. House prices and property taxes were both a headache for him.But he was soon told that exorcists don't have to worry about old age at all, because they basically don't live to the age of "going home for the elderly".Most of them exhausted themselves, or encountered difficult tasks, and died on the job.

This reassurance made Louis even more melancholy.It was as if he had not yet become a hero, but he had already seen the day when he would die with honor in the future.

But isn't this retribution?I have worked for the demons and tried to destroy the world, now I have to fight for the light.It's karma, and there's nothing wrong with it.Lewis told himself so.

He had to remind himself what his job as an exorcist was, because what happened next would drive him crazy.He had to face the family.

On this day in the previous life, the hero was attacked by unclean things.As a "person", Louis was overjoyed and deeply pleased, but as an "exorcist", he must fulfill his duties.

Arrived at the destination.Standing outside the brightly lit house, Louis took a deep breath.Although his relationship with the family has changed, the memories left for him here are still not very good.He took out his key and entered the house.

It's a mess inside.The homeowner was covering his face with his hands and screaming "Someone scratched my face! It hurts like hell!", even though he was not injured at all, not even a drop of blood was shed.His obese body was stuck in the wheelchair, and because he was too flustered, his wheelchair was spinning in place with his chaotic operations.

The hostess was running around her husband, praying nervously.However, the way she prays is different from ordinary people.Louis carefully discerned that the content of the lady's scream was clearly "Why didn't the god of this dog|bitch|bring save you, oh, dear John!"

"Because God is kind, but he is not stupid." Louis leaned against the door frame and said coldly, "Mr. John, do you need me to do something for you?"

The hostess turned her head.Her anger and panic finally found a place to vent: "Oh, how dare you ask! How dare you ask, you bloody troublemaker! It is your innate terrible ability that has brought us misfortune! Look! , The devil is raging in our house, even the lights are flickering!"

Louis looked up at the dining room ceiling.The lady was right, the flickering light of the electric lamp seemed to match the supernatural events that had happened to old John.

"Dear mother, this has nothing to do with the devil, and it has nothing to do with Louis! The power supply of the DC motor is unstable, and there are too many families that use electricity during the holidays, so that's why it happened." Jason, the eldest son of the family, was sitting at the table. Interjected, he had been praying devoutly with his eyes closed before that. "But it will be improved. In fact, our company is studying how to improve the generator so that it can provide stable power."

Louis gave the other a grateful smile.Jason was the only one in the family he liked.The other party is like an older brother who has been trying to defend himself in front of his parents in his past and present lives, although with little success.

Jason noticed his smile and gave him a look of understanding.They could not communicate with each other because old John started shouting hysterically again, and the mistress continued to circle around her husband calling and cursing Louis.

Louis looked at the two people with disgust and pity.

The family who "adopted" him had their ups and downs.The host, Old John, was a farmer who owned a vast plantation, a lot of slaves, and a lot of wealth.But the war broke out and changed his life.The proclamation so excited the slaves ("crazy" in Old John's words) that they began to flee or rebel.

Not wanting to lose his "personal property", the stubborn manor tried to shoot the fleeing man at gunpoint.And the brave rebels opened fire on their former masters.Unfortunately, the opponent's bullet hit the barrel of Old John's gun, and the whole bullet exploded, almost breaking his legs.

After the war, Old John's huge estate was left without slaves, and he felt ashamed of hurting himself--and it was shameful enough.So he sold the plantation and moved to a small town in Missouri.He has a villa here.

Without personal emotion, just from the perspective of encounter, Louis thinks that Old John deserves sympathy.But when he knew how many whips the other party had used and how many black slaves had been killed, he could only say "serve it".

Feeling that the other party had suffered enough, Louis walked over and pushed the hysterical hostess away. "Do you feel attacked? Where does it hurt you?"

"My face!" Old John looked up at him, his fat face was stained with tears.He was terrified, and the flesh on his face trembled because of the trembling: "The knife is scratching my face! It's like tearing off the skin of my face!"

"Stop howling, you don't have any injuries on your face at all." Louis put his hands on the bloated cheeks like bread. "In the name of Jesus."

He soon knew what was attacking Old John.It's nothing serious, just an angry spirit of the dead.While he was relieved, he was also worried.

Louis had known for a long time how rampant the dark world was on the American continent, but he never expected that in this era, even the dead would become "naughty".

Louis has encountered many such incidents, and usually the people who are harassed by the undead deserve it.For this kind of thing, the exorcist's approach is softer: talk to the private person, figure out the crux of the problem, end their obsession, and finally send them away.

"I am here to swear to the gods. If there is any falsehood, I will teach the Lord Jesus to take back the power of the Holy Spirit that he bestowed on me. I am not killing your soul, but just helping you avoid the fate of falling into the abyss. Please..."

Louis swallowed the rest of the words.He stood up slowly, dumbfounded.He saw it, and he was shocked by the spirit floating in the air.That should be a pretty girl, or rather, had been.All he saw was a bloody face.The skin of the face is not peeled off, but cut with a knife like peeling an apple.The person who performed the knife was not very skilled. There were bones showing flesh and blood, and there were also small pieces of skin remaining.What concerned Louis most was the girl's complexion...

He stared down at the fat man with cold eyes: "What did you do before?"