Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

"Hello, my friend is missing. Have you ever seen my friend?"

At the door of Rowling's house, the man who was wearing a mask and couldn't see his face and facial features was anxious.

He stood in the rain, holding a black umbrella, looking very decadent.

But this caused Rowling's anger to extinguish all of a sudden.

It was not that she had good intentions, but that Vinda had just killed an innocent tramp on the front foot, and someone came to the door on the back foot and took a missing person notice.

Rowling joined Vinda in the last few days, and her psychological quality has not yet reached the level of insensitiveness.

Therefore, she was a little flustered.

"I haven't seen your friend, please go and ask others."

Rowling's tone was a bit bad, and she waved at the man impatiently.

The man did not give up, and said in a pleading tone: "Please take a good look at the missing person notice. My friend has been missing for a long time, and I have been looking for it."

Rowling scolded and said, "I've seen it. Your friend's black-and-white photos are very blurry, I can't see who it is, and I'm not interested in helping you."

As she said, she glanced at the missing person notice.

The photo printed on the paper is very blurry, only a black shadow and a pair of dead eyes can be seen.

This made Rowling's expression very ugly. She was reminded of the tramp who was sacrificed on the second floor. Her eyes seemed to be somewhat similar, and they all gave people a very bad feeling.

The man seemed to give up the questioning, and said in a hoarse voice: "I'm sorry to disturb you, I will leave now."

Rowling watched the other person leave, looked around, and made sure that no one was disturbing, before closing the door heavily.

...

in the rain.

The muddy rainwater gathered on the ground and poured into the sewer, forming a small vortex.

clatter……

Du Wei lit the missing person notice with a lighter, and after seeing only one corner of it burning, he threw it into the water.

"Calculate the time, the police in New York should also be on duty."

His voice was a little strange. Before pretending to be like this, he called the New York City police to report an illegal gathering, and vaguely said that he suspected that the other party might be a cultist.

In its current form, it is impossible for the New York City police to ignore it.

And what he has to do next is to wait...

One thing, from the beginning of the preparation, to the outbreak of brewing, it takes a period of time.

But his reporting call will push the time of the outbreak.

...

On the other side, Rowling returned to the second floor of the house.

All the cultists turned their heads to look at her, and Bishop Fiona asked in a cold tone, "Who is outside?"

Rowling hurriedly replied: "It's a stranger. He has a friend who is missing. He is looking for people from house to house with a missing person notice."

When Fiona heard this, her face suddenly became cloudy.

She turned her head and glanced at the corpse on the ground. At this time, the whole corpse had undergone some strange changes, and it was even thinner than before, as if dehydrated.

"We just sacrificed a homeless man, and someone came to find someone. Although it was a missing person notice, it always felt very wrong."

Fiona turned and stared at Rowling: "You didn't say something that shouldn't be said, did you?"

Rowling was taken aback, and tremblingly said, "Master Bishop, I didn't say anything, I just sent him away."

While speaking, the rest of the cultists silently surrounded her.

There is a sense of scrutiny and vigilance in the sight.

Rowling's complexion changed, and she felt a little regretful that she had joined the Vinda Cult. She knew very well how terrifying this cult organization was.

Once they cause their dissatisfaction, it is very likely that they will be killed and sacrificed to the Vaders.

So she hurriedly explained: "Believe me, I really didn't say anything, and I lied to the tramp. I can't betray the Vinda cult at all."

Fiona took a deep look at her and said, "Don't be afraid. The followers of Vaderism are reliable. I don't doubt you. It's just an extraordinary period. You should know."

"thank you for your trust."

Rowling breathed a sigh of relief, she knew she was all right.

At this time, Fiona showed a kind smile, and her tone softened: "Praise Vader, you are a devout believer, Vader's will is your will, and all of us are a whole. "

She felt that this new believer should be kind to Vinda.

Therefore, Fiona said with concern: "Your eyes are a little red. Are you scared by me?"

Rowling wanted to nod, then shook her head quickly and said, "It should be because I haven't rested recently."

No woman cares about her looks and feelings, even if her appearance may not be so outstanding.

Rowling is naturally unavoidable, so she wants to go to the bathroom and look in the mirror.

But it hasn't had time yet.

A cultist in the room suddenly said in a gloomy tone: "Look out the window. A policeman is here."

Fiona's face sank suddenly, and she pulled the speaker away, moved to the window, and looked out.

Through the window.

She saw four police cars stopped at the gate of the community, and many policemen in uniforms and armed with pistols came down from above.

"Damn it! Rowling, are you sure that the man is just looking for someone?"

Fiona turned her head, looked at Rowling angrily, and slapped it directly.

Rowling staggered back, covering her face and said, "Lord... Your Bishop, that person is really just looking for someone."

Fiona smirked: "How can there be such a coincidence, he must be from the police, don't let me see him, otherwise I must cut off his skin piece by piece!"

"Follow me, we have to get out of here right away and inform others by the way that we are exposed."

Fiona was furious. They came to New York this time to kill a psychiatrist named Du Wei. It is said that this man has now become the deputy referee of the church.

But when he started to do it, the people he led had already been exposed.

This will have a great impact on one's own status.

Fiona hurried away, passing her cold eyes over Rowling, and said to the others: "Leave her..."

Rowling's face changed drastically, and she pleaded in horror: "No...you can't do this...oooo..."

Before she finished speaking, some cultists took a handkerchief and covered her mouth and nose.

Rowling only felt the strange smell in her mouth and nose ~www.NovelMTL.com~ involuntarily, her head instantly became groggy, her limbs weakened and limp on the ground.

She watched the cultists leave without looking back, her eyes full of unwillingness.

The tramp who died in the room was deceived by her herself, and the police could never let her go.

According to the criminal law, at least 20 years in jail.

Rowling's muscles are weak, her face is slanted, her mouth spit out, and she vaguely said: "You wait...I will definitely make you pay."

But the next second, she heard a strange sound.

Snapped……

In the room, the hand of the tramp's corpse suddenly lifted up and slapped it heavily on the ground.

Afterwards, it raised its head, and its blood-red spiteful eyes fixed on Rowling, who was about to fall into a coma...

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