Reborn Exorcist

Louis goes to visit his old friends.He knew that the group of unaccompanied bachelors would celebrate the holidays with parties in taverns.With anticipation, Louis pushed open the wooden door of the tavern.

The moment the door opened, a large handful of colorful confetti flew in front of me.He jumped up immediately, and the hem of the wide windbreaker floated up due to the rotation of his body, blocking all the paper scraps.

"This kid is really handsome." A man said with a smile while holding a beer.

"Come on, have you forgotten how he coped with our pranks the last time we celebrated his birthday? Everything here is covered in cream and jam except him. What a disaster." The tavern owner, a Chinese A black man lost his left leg in the Civil War.Leaning on crutches at the moment, he walked up to Louis.

Louis smiled and hugged each other: "Happy holidays, Paul. I heard that your place is occupied by demons?"

"Nothing! By God..."

"You will definitely get some unsightly monsters and put them in the tavern to earn money from adventurers." Louis squeezed the other party, his eyes swept every corner of the tavern: "My practice is not enough, so I can't see them clearly. But That smell is too obvious, even the strong smell of spices can't hide it..."

His words stopped suddenly.The abrupt appearance of the person sitting in the corner attracted Louis' attention.

The other party is not ugly, handsome, with piercing eyes, and should be tall.But the other party is different from the people here.This small town is located in the warm and humid middle of the United States, coupled with perennial fog, the locals are pale due to the lack of sunlight.The man's skin was tanned, obviously a foreigner.The other party was wearing a well-tailored dress and a scarf made of high-quality silk. He was gorgeous and well-dressed, not like an American, but more like an Englishman.

"Who is that?"

"A traveler. He is a writer who came out to collect materials. I read his articles in newspapers. The sentences are beautiful, but I can't understand them. In addition, he sold the abandoned manor left by his father to a businessman to build a factory and cooperated with him. It's a joint venture, so there's a good regular income. Quite smart, isn't it?"

"Really?" Louis said noncommittally, "Where is he from?"

"Texas."

"Hehe." Louis looked away, went to the bar to get a glass of wine, picked a plate of food, and walked to the table by the wall.His friends looked at each other worriedly.

Lewis was biased against the original seven states of the Confederacy.His father's army was wiped out in an early firefight with Confederate troops, and its bodies sank in the Mississippi River.Although the war was over long ago, Louis still rejected them; even, unless he received a mission to go to the South, he would not set foot on that land.

Louis' obsession surprised Paul, a black man who had been enslaved and experienced the war.But when he thought that the other party was an exorcist, he knew it: this is a group of paranoids who are good at fighting.He sat across from each other. "The South has failed, and their suffering has made up for their mistakes. Let go of everything, you are the agent of the power of the Holy Spirit, and you should treat everyone with tolerance."

"It makes sense." Louis raised his head, drank half a glass of beer, and then wiped his mouth. "But on this matter, I f|I don't want to be reasonable, do you understand?" What he didn't say is that this prejudice has been accumulated for two lifetimes, and I'm afraid it won't change for a while.

Paul shook his head helplessly. "Okay, let's not talk about that. Partner problem solved?"

Louis subconsciously used a little force, and the handle of the beer glass was removed by him.He put the crescent-shaped glass aside, turned his head with a smile, and said to his stunned old friend: "No. But who needs it? I have a good temper, and I don't need it at all."

An exorcist needs a partner, which is a rule of the church and also has a scientific basis.Every year, pious, righteous or penniless believers go to church schools, but very few can become exorcists.The first condition - facing and letting go of one's own weaknesses and sufferings - beats half the battle.And the secondary condition - quickly learning skills such as climbing and fighting, caused most of the remaining people to die in battle.

It's the natural fit that ends up being an exorcist.They are sensitive to creatures in the dark world, innocent and brave, and they are familiar with exorcism skills, as if they were born for fighting.

In fact, the task of missionary schools is not to train exorcists, but to find this group of people.Under the guidance of the church, they will become guardians of the light, but there are many troubles in living among the crowd.These people are energetic and emotional, and have the potential to become anti-social and anti-human elements. Even if they become exorcists, they still need a pure and gentle believer as a partner to calm their unstable emotions.

Louis didn't have a partner, the church had assigned him some people who couldn't stand him for some reason.He didn't think he needed either. "I don't need a companion who has no fighting ability and can only point and point! Besides, haven't I completed all the tasks!" He argued.

"For example, throwing a monster high into the sky, just smashing the rose window on the main wall of the church? Or using a flamethrower to destroy the abandoned church, and scorched the face of the statue of the Virgin?" Under Louis' almost murderous eyes, Paul no longer By way of example, rather persuasion: "My young friend, you really need someone to be with you."

"I don't want an old man." Louis said sullenly, "They won't let me do this or that."

"Understandable. The thing is, you're very picky even with pretty young girls!" A guy came up with a barbecue and said loudly, "Last time! That's a body and face for God's sake." Kong Du is a great girl! Her body is so mature, and her personality is so simple! But look what you have done! You did something outrageous to that girl!"

"What's wrong?" The guys who listened to the excitement swarmed up: "What did Louis do?"

The man chewed the fat and juicy roast with so much strength that he seemed to regard it as someone he hated.The expression on his face was exaggerated, it could even be called grief. "This kid was eating liquid food in a room full of black blood and colorful brains, and he forced that pretty girl to eat it with him!"

Everyone fell silent.Louis picked up the glass and drank the remaining beer, then said calmly: "During the mission, it is very necessary to replenish energy at any time. I don't need waste that can't adapt to the environment."

"But you need someone to accompany you. Your temper needs to be subdued, and your strength is needed." Everyone else dispersed to play, but Paul was still trying to persuade his indifferent young friend: "However, I don't agree with the church's practice." Agree: They always want to restrain you with respected people, and they don’t hesitate to let the elderly come from far away. But what you need is someone who is familiar with you, understands you, and helps you wholeheartedly.”

Louis replaced the good glass and continued to refill.After hearing this, the indifference on his face turned into contemplation. "Are you talking about Douglas? He is the senior pastor, it is impossible to run around with me. I said, you really don't need to worry about me. I am trying not to destroy public property during the exorcism. Get away before the church or the police arrive. So don't worry about me."

Paul didn't listen; he stared straight at the huge painting behind Louis.It was a tapestry on the wall, which he had bought from a chatterbox.The thing often makes the sound of the waves spontaneously, and the tentacles of the giant octopus in the painting often swing in the painting.But this octopus has never been the same: black spikes protrude from its tentacles, and its long tentacles are already poking out of the frame!

Paul swallowed. "I said, Louis?"

Louis turned the knife in his hand and pointed it at Paul's mouth. "Shut up, listen to me. The dragon's skin is astonishingly thick. I have never seen it before. I had to remove the screws at the bottom of a street lamp, use the entire street lamp as a weapon to knock it out, and then dig out Its heart. Because of this incident, some people say that I am the most powerful exorcist of this century, but in fact..."

Paul listened to Louis' exorcism experience, while looking behind him in horror.At this moment, the monster's long tentacles are waving off the screen, and the spikes on them have touched the top of Louis' hair.The most frightening thing is that it revealed its beak full of sharp teeth, as if it intends to devour Louis from the head!

The crisis was behind him, but Louis was still talking.With trembling fingers, Paul poked the young exorcist: "If you don't look back, the head of the most powerful exorcist will be bitten off."

"I see." Louis said calmly as he drank the rest of the wine.

Immediately afterwards, Paul saw a flash of cold light.Louis quickly drew the knife from his waist, holding the handle back in his palm.The long hem of the black windbreaker fluttered, Louis stood up and turned around, jumped up suddenly, pointed the tip of the knife at the monster's eyes and stabbed fiercely!

This knife was stabbed very well.The thin and narrow blade went from the bridge of the monster's nose to the mouth, pierced the chin, and finally the tip of the blade reached the throat. Only then did the blade stop its trajectory due to the limited length of the blade.

The monster had killed quite a few reckless free adventurers; back then, Paul hadn't even seen something pop out of the painting, and the adventurers had turned into corpses.But in front of Louis, this terrifying monster was as vulnerable as a blade of grass.

Paul stared dumbfounded, and expressed his sincere admiration: "Fuck!"

Although its head and throat were pierced, the huge monster still tried to attack, its long and powerful tentacles struggling to attack Louis.Faced with this futile resistance, Louis smiled coldly, turned his wrist to hold the top of the knife handle, and pressed down hard!

The monster's huge head was split in two by a sharp knife like a watermelon, and a black liquid emitting an unpleasant smell splashed everywhere.Paul was stunned by this cruel strangulation method, and could only watch the monster's corpse turn into pieces, and finally gradually turned into nothingness and merged with the air; obviously, the poor octopus monster was too dead to die again. die.

Pitiful?

Paul found a reason for his wrong way of thinking. After all, sympathizing with the weak is the norm in the world.

Louis wiped his hands and knife, calmly as if he had just cut a piece of fruit rather than a monster.He sat down again and continued the previous topic: "My level is still far from the top."