Deciding that he wanted to use the Winchester M1897, York checked the shotgun in his hand and made sure it was in good condition, and walked over to the full rack again.

As mentioned earlier, he doesn't have much in this underground warehouse, but a lot of bullets.

After a long period of preparation and accumulation, he has now forgotten how many rounds of ammunition he made.

York counted and took out ten boxes of each type of bullet.

In terms of quantity, that is 200 buckshot bullets to hit people, 200 silver-plated bullets to fight demons, 200 salt bullets to hit souls, and 200 single-headed bullets to hit large creatures......

In addition to this, York, as if he was afraid of some accident or lack of firepower, even took an extra shotgun.

All of a sudden, Yorkes walked out of the underground warehouse with large bags and small bags on his back, and as he left, he hung a pair of holy water behind the door and passed by the cross that he had consecrated before entering the garage next to it.

As mentioned earlier, as a modern priest, he naturally has a car.

Ford Raptor pickup, the appearance is fierce, the huge body is shaped like a huge beast, which is completely in line with his temperament, and the beast is matched with a fierce man.

Putting everything in the back seat, York, who thought he was a fierce man, sat in the cab, first set up the map, and stepped on the accelerator.

The pitch-black Ford Raptor rushed out.

Target: Harrisville, Rhode Island.

Behind the Ford Raptor as it drifted away, the garage's automatic door slowly descended......

Rhode Island is located on the east coast of the United States.

Harrisville, on the other hand, is a small town in Rhode Island, located in northern Rhode Island, near the Massachusetts border.

So it's not close, the whole journey takes at least a few hours, and in order to prevent the evil spirit from progressing to the next stage, most Yorkes are floor oil.

Along the way, he was occasionally checked, but no one dared to stop his car with the identity of the orthodox priest and the documents he had prepared to carry a gun, a license to conceal a weapon, etc., and some of the police officers who had completed the inspection would draw a cross and say respectfully.

"Father, I wish you a safe journey."

York beckoned and walked away.

Under such circumstances, the journey that would have taken three or four hours was cut short to two hours by York.

Somewhere in the small town of Harrisville.

There were already several adults standing in front of a lonely house, each scattered but obvious.

One couple was leaning against the wall, looking indifferent and relaxed, while the other was standing by the door, the man was holding his wife, and the other two men were sitting on the steps in front of the door, waiting boredly.

"Mr. Ed, I want to say ......"

The husband and wife by the door, with an honest face, but full of traces of long-term labor, looked at the man who was quietly leaning against the wall and had a significantly better temperament.

"Uh...... I remember you said that exorcism is a very old ritual that takes years of practice, and the priest you are talking about is such a person? ”

Hearing this, Ed looked at Rowling, who had a gentle temperament and a gentle face, glanced at her, nodded and responded in a serious tone.

"Yes, you can try to believe that Father York, Roger, is here to be safe with him."

"That's great...... "Roger, the man of the house, softened his face.

Ed sent a kind smile when he saw this, as a psychic scientist, he knew how much pressure Roger was on, as far as he knew, this house was purchased by Roger's family with all their savings, they could no longer afford to move, and it was useless to move, and the curse of evil spirits was inseparable unless it was solved.

"It's good that the priest is going to come in person......"

Rowling, who seemed to be able to sense her husband's thoughts, glanced at him and silently grabbed his big hand.

At the same time, feeling the strength in his hands, Ed felt a little warm in his heart, and wanted to send a smile to his beloved wife, when he heard the sound of the car's engine in his ears.

Airplanes!!!!!

Not just Ed, everyone heard the roaring engine.

Then, at the end of the path, a heavy black pickup truck appeared in front of them.

"The priest is here!"

Ed's face was pleasantly surprised, and before everyone could come to their senses, he had already walked with his wife, Rowling, to the open space in front of the steps to greet the priest he respected.

Roger, who had come back to his senses, also grabbed his wife's hand and walked to the Warrens, looking at the temperamental pickup truck with some hesitation.

"Mr. Ed, is this the Yorkes priest you were talking about?"

Seeing the pickup truck ride through the flying dust, getting closer and closer, Ed smiled lightly.

"Yes, that's the car that Father York drove all the time."

"Huh?" Roger choked, looking at the roaring pickup, his eyes wavering a little, and he had the impression that priests were generally relatively low-key.

"Wow, Ford Raptor !!" Two people sitting on the steps also came over, and one of the tall men exaggerated.

"This priest must be fierce."

The skinny young man beside him nodded as well. "I agree."

Meanwhile.

Yorkes had already seen Ed and the others in front of him, and looking at Ed and Rowling hugging together, he was also a little tired in his heart.

This couple is good at everything, kind-hearted and empathetic, but ...... He will always be given a full meal of dog food.

Controlling the car to a steady stop in front of the group, York leaned out of the window and looked at Eddard Road.

"Ed, do me a favor."

Ed nodded, and walked to the back door familiarly, facing York Road inside.

"Priest, it's not hard to find the way, is it?"

Yorks turned off the fire and took the keys, recalling the dirt roads and saying nonchalantly.

"Okay."

With that, he let Ed open the back door to move his things, and he got out of the car.

Rowling also came over with Roger's family and the other two men.

"Father ......"

Yorks glanced at the man behind Rowling and gave her a gentle hug.

"Looks like it's okay?"

As soon as she said this, Rowling smiled. "Thanks to your cross, it's a quiet day."

Speaking of which, Rowling didn't forget to introduce the people behind her.

"Father, let me introduce you, this is Roger and Karen, the owners of this house."

Roger looked at the priest in front of him, who was wearing a divine robe, his body was extremely majestic, and his face was so strong that it was reassuring, and his face was a little grateful.

"Father, thank you for coming."

With a grateful look on his face, he held out his hand.

Seeing this, Yorks took a special look at the woman named Cullen next to him and the surrounding environment, and shook his hand in a vague manner.

"It's a matter of duty."

The hostess Karen also gratefully stretched out her thin hand and said loudly.

"Thank you for coming, Father."

Cullen had some marks on her hand, and York, as if he hadn't seen it, shook her hand lightly and smiled gently.

"It's okay, no thanks."