Chapter 18 A knock on the door late at night
Night, in the museum.
"strangeness."
Father Amos looked at Lango carefully, frowned and said in puzzlement: "Didn't you say that all the earth-bound spirits at home have been eliminated? Why do you look even more depressed than before?"
Lange smiled awkwardly when he heard this. First he stayed awake for sixty hours, and then he became a "dead knight" before rushing to the night shift, and he rode two horses at a time. It's strange that he was in good spirits. .
Waving his hand, he took out the fine cigar he brought specially, cut off the round end, lit it and threw it to the old man.
After getting along before, Lange discovered that although this guy was just a one-to-one replica of the statue, he had perfectly inherited the original owner's smoking addiction.
I smoked two packs of cigarettes last night, and I wasn't afraid of getting lung cancer.
Looking at Amos greedily sucking the cigar smoke like a hungry ghost, Lange smiled and said: "I brought you what you asked for, but you promised me something."
Amos glanced sideways at Lango. After enjoying the pleasure brought by nicotine for a moment, he shook his body, posed and asked, "Have you got everything in the box?"
"Got it!"
Lango nodded. He had already opened and looked at the wooden box buried under the poplar tree on his way back to New York.
There aren't many things in it, only five items to be precise.
And he had already used two of them himself.
One is a golden finger tiger engraved with a black holy cross. The practical effect is very amazing. With the blessing of this finger tiger, dealing with the ordinary undead ghosts is as easy as chopping melons and vegetables.
The other was a jar of concentrated holy water. Following Amos's teachings, he carefully extracted two drops of holy water and put them in his eyes. As a result, he was able to look directly at the spirits hiding in the dark.
The holy water painted on the basement wall was also diluted and smeared by him. Although he only poured one-twentieth of it, the effect was unexpectedly good. The earthbound spirits who came into contact with the holy water did not need it. He took action and immediately melted on the spot.
In addition, the wooden box also contained a cross with a faint silver glow, an old-fashioned Colt carved revolver, and a Bible with a withered cover.
When Lango showed these items one by one, Amos, who was originally immersed in puffs of smoke, involuntarily put down the cigar in his hand, his eyes full of complex emotions.
He gently held up the Bible, his eyes showing deep nostalgia and emotion:
“In my long life, I have presided over more than 160,000 exorcism ceremonies, many of which were in danger. But as long as I hold up this Bible and read the scriptures aloud, the power of God will Will come and help me fight off the darkness.”
Then he didn't know what he thought of, and said with a strange expression: "Of course, your grandfather is also responsible for this. One time, half of my feet stepped into hell. It was him who wore a finger tiger, held a revolver, and used fists and bullets. Saved me from the devil.”
"It's a pity that he was bewitched by the devil and actually quit the Holy See to get married and have children. Otherwise, he should be enjoying happiness with me in heaven now."
After some emotion, Amos stroked the other items one by one, his face full of nostalgia for the past.
Looking at this posture, Lange also understood that the holy water, cross and Bible in the box were all things that Amos had used, while the Holy Cross finger tiger and the carved revolver were used by his grandfather.
As expected of the ancestor of the Wen family, even the methods of exorcism are so violent and hard-core!
Lango only felt that his respect for his grandfather in his heart had grown a little more.
"Right."
He picked up the silver revolver with mysterious patterns engraved on the ground, played with it twice and asked: "How powerful is this revolver against spiritual bodies? I saw that although the bullets in it were full, there were no bullets ready, so I didn't give it up. use."
"Use this gun to deal with the Earthbound Spirit?!"
Amos said happily with a face full of joy: "Fortunately you are useless, otherwise Anderson would be so angry that he would crawl out of hell and beat you up!"
He took the pistol, touched the inscription on it, and said mysteriously: "Boy, believe me, the power of this gun is definitely beyond your imagination."
Opening the bullet chamber and looking at the golden bullet with the black holy cross engraved on the bullet, Amos slowly said: "The bullets of this gun are made from sacred objects that have been worshiped in the Vatican for more than a hundred years, and were even fired by the Pope himself. Blessings, they are extremely rare in the world, and ordinary demons are not even qualified to be shot!"
Lango understood when he heard this. He nodded clearly, and then immediately took the gun back from Amos.
This may be the most precious legacy left to him by his grandfather. He must ensure that every bullet is used where it should be used, such as the yellow-eyed devil. Putting the revolver on his belt, Lango then picked up the holy water and looked at Amos, "It's time to get down to business, old man. I brought you the cigar you asked for. Don't forget what you promised me."
"Old man?"
Amos said angrily: "According to seniority, you should call me grandpa!"
After muttering a few words, he put out his cigar, solemnly put the silver cross in the wooden box on his chest, and gently held the yellowed Bible in his hands.
This was the agreement Lango had made with him before. He brought what Amos wanted, and in exchange, the legendary exorcist personally opened his eyes.
That's right, the method of injecting holy water into the eyes before was just a common emergency method. If you want to completely see all the ghosts and undead souls in the world, including evil spirits and demons, you can only rely on the priest's consecration.
At this moment, Amos was wearing a solemn black divine robe, with purple shoulder straps, and the cross on his chest shone brightly under the light, complementing his face that was full of traces of time but still kind, as if Surrounded by a holy light, one can't help but feel awe.
Lange was secretly surprised when he saw this. Logically speaking, the resurrected model only had part of the memory of the original owner, but at this time Amos looked nothing like an ordinary model statue.
As Amos made the sign of the cross on his chest, low and solemn scriptures echoed in the museum, praying for God's grace and guidance for Lango.
Although he was half-aware of all this, Lange still stood there honestly, clasping his hands together and lowering his head slightly, pretending to be pious.
I don't know how much time passed, but when he was feeling sleepy, Amos dipped his hand into the holy water.
Then he smeared it on his eyelids while reciting a verse he didn't understand.
Finally, after making the Holy Cross on his forehead, he handed the cross on his chest to Lango.
Although Lango, who had been informed of the ritual process a long time ago, felt a little uncomfortable, he still lowered his head and kissed the cross.
The next second, there was a burning sensation in his eyes, and just as he exhaled in pain, a refreshing coolness surged up again.
Blinking his eyes hard, he turned his head and looked around.
After finishing the consecration, Amos had already thrown away his Bible, lit up his cigar and smoked, as if everything just now was an illusion.
In the museum on the second floor, apart from them, there were only various models looking curiously at the display window, which had not changed at all compared to before.
"Is this the end?"
Lange doubted: "You're not lying to me, are you? Why haven't there been any changes?"
"There will be no change," Amos shook his head and replied, "Redead souls are not something you can see everywhere, let alone demons that require sacrifices to appear."
After speaking, he lay down on his own, immersed in the curling smoke, as if the disturbances in the outside world had nothing to do with him.
Seeing this, Lango shrugged and put all the Bible, cross and other items back into the wooden box.
Although he is not a religious person, one of these things is almost a treasure for exorcism, so he always keeps it to be prepared.
After asking Amos to finish smoking and go into the cupboard consciously, Lango returned to the hall on the first floor.
This place is no different from last night, with Teddy sleeping soundly and Megan teasing Stan with a bone.
He twisted his neck casually, picked up a chair and sat down, then put his feet on the table and prepared to squint for a while.
However, not long after he closed his eyes, he suddenly opened them again, and then looked sharply towards the museum door.
The next second, there was a rapid knock on the door.
(End of chapter)