Seeing Kelly's appearance, Yorks laughed instead, his hands and feet still didn't move, but a crimson psychic circle was instantly generated under his feet.

Psychic circles can enhance psychic abilities while also linking known information so that the caster can instantly capture the opponent's location.

Of course, there were other uses, but for York, the psychic circle was the equivalent of a trap he had set up.

Suddenly, at the moment when the circle glowed crimson, Yorkes stretched out his hand to the prickly Kelly, and said a word with a cold look in his eyes.

"Since you are disobedient, then give me death!"

As the words fell, the space around York had instantly turned into a dark space.

The only light is where he is.

"Roar!"

The voice of fear rang out.

Yorkes stared at the dirt in front of him that was grabbed by his throat with his right hand.

It was a swollen, pale man, with a purple and distorted facial features that could not be seen, bulging eyes, and fluid and foam overflowing from his mouth and nose, all consistent with the characteristics of drowning.

It's just that the bulging eyes reveal some kind of fear.

It seems that the man in front of him will instantly grasp his essence, struggling or trying to do anything, it seems to sink into the sea.

The man in front of him, like a real master, grabbed him by the throat of fate.

"Let you get out, don't get out of ......"

York's face was expressionless, staring at the undead in front of him, who began to struggle non-stop, looking extremely frightened.

"Do you think I can't catch you?"

The man with all the horrors of his face struggled as he turned his head to look at the darkness around him, and roared as if to convey something.

Roar!

This roar directly caused a noisy, whispering movement in the invisible darkness around him.

"Huh."

York smiled indifferently and directly crushed the undead in front of him on the spot.

It's as easy as pinching an ant to death, and the undead in front of him turn into a black mist that is slowly extinguished.

Meanwhile.

In real space, Kelly, who had been controlled in the air, lost consciousness and slowly fell from the sky.

With this step, York then looked into the darkness around him.

The space it is in is actually another world, the world of souls, the habitat of the undead and other dirty things.

Usually psychic matchmakers such as Rowling from the Warrens can also enter.

But when people enter, the smell and vitality of their bodies are actually a poison for these dirty things that make them desperate to fight, a poison that can make them enter the world.

Psychic mediums can generally only enter the gradual layer, once they go deeper, not to mention that they can't find their way back if they get lost, the dirty things in the depths alone can make them instantly put their lives in danger, and there is no reason to speak of.

It is dangerous, very dangerous for human beings, including souls, to enter this kind of world.

Under the roar of the man he crushed, all York could see was that some horrified and strange-looking undead began to appear in the darkness around him.

Densely packed, as if a person is stacked on top of each other without gaps, and there is no boundary, no concept of quantity.

If this scene is seen by ordinary people or psychic mediums, I am afraid that they will stay where they are.

The overall feeling is like turning into an ant and being watched by a group of giants, so small.

Still, this is only for those who are mediums or weak.

...... to him

York's heart was like water, and he could still say something like that, looking at the dirt that was beginning to gather over.

"Does it seem to be deep?"

However, when the words fell, York's indifferent face began to turn cold, and he said a word calmly.

"Get out!"

The void seemed to be solidifying, an invisible, powerful and powerful momentum, and the mighty momentum spread throughout the audience with York as the center.

Inviolable.

York directly let go of the spiritual power that he had been suppressing, and at the same time hooked up the magic power in his body, allowing his surroundings to be pressed into a slimy ripple by the spiritual momentum released from the outside.

This momentum that swept the whole audience also made the dirty things gathered around stop the whispering, small movements like magic sounds, and at the same time let these dirty things that had secretly surrounded and were ready to invade slowly retreat from their static state.

York's face was expressionless, his gaze beyond the surrounding darkness and the gathering of the undead, as if he had stopped at some being in the deepest depths, and stared at them.

There are strong people in every world, and there are of course very powerful things in the world of the dead where souls inhabit like this.

But York had no reason to be afraid.

Just because of his current strength, in a word, he wants to enter the previous state in the Santa Cata Monastery, and he can enter it casually, although his own essence has not changed.

But 201 points equals 201 times the magic plus 221 points of spirit/holy power, and he already has the hole cards to face everything confidently.

201*221 equals 44,421 spiritual/holy power.

Yorkes didn't know how far these 40,000 instant studs could go, whether he could directly face the Satan-level demons, but now, he felt that it was enough to deal with this situation of a group of ghosts peeping.

Obviously, this deep filth knew that he was not to be messed with, and began to disappear one after another until it was empty.

Even the deepest, invisible but terrifying existence just stared at him and didn't make any moves.

"That's ......"

York withdrew his gaze and waved his hand to disconnect from the world.

In the blink of an eye, when York opened it again, he had returned to the real world.

This kind of out-of-body experience is not the first time he has done it.

So York didn't feel anything, and looked down at Kelly, who had passed out on the ground, to make sure that there was no trace of dirt on his body, and then left the place.

"Priest?" Hailey didn't know what he had done at this moment, and when she saw him coming over, she subconsciously asked boldly.

"How's Kelly?"

"He's fine." York's coldness was put away, revealing a gentle expression.

"I've chased the dirt out there."

"Really? Is Kelly really okay? Ancy's eyes widened, and then she confirmed.

"Of course."

Hearing this, Ancy hurriedly ran towards Kelly, who had fainted on the ground.

Leave Hayley alone.

Seeing Hayley's move, York patted her on the shoulder and only spoke.

"Study hard and remember what I told you at all times."

"I will, Father York." Hayley felt the warmth of her shoulders and let out a long breath.

Of course, she remembered the phrase: "Don't try to play with forces or things you don't understand." ”

"Go ahead."

Yorkes withdrew his hand and glanced back at Ancy who was trying to pick up Kelly, but with a little less strength, and was a little reluctant.

"Say hello to your mother for me, thank her for the donation she has been donating, and tell her that the money will be used for the winter charity event."

Hayley was stunned and wanted to say something.

But Yorkes had withdrawn his hand and strode past her toward the wide open door.

Seeing this, Hayley could only say something when she looked at the broad back that had already walked to the door.

"Father York, I will tell my mother what you said as it was."

With a wave of his hand, York walked out of the house and reached out to the lawn to reach for his cell phone to call John Wick.

But at the moment of dialing, thinking of something, Yorks stopped moving, looked up at the car parked on the side of the road in front of him, and finally shook his head.

"Forget it, you can't affect the action of killing the god, if there is really something, he will naturally call."

"That's the God of Killing in my mind, so I should have some confidence."

The corners of York's silent mouth raised, he withdrew his phone and walked towards the car.

However, at the same time.

John Wick, who had made him confident, had already appeared in another neighborhood.

He was in the car, took out his mobile phone to confirm that the villa on the left was the target through the comparison of the house number, and then silently packed up his equipment.

As a hitman, John Wick had his own rhythm, he simply picked up a TTI Pit Viper pistol with a 9mm caliber and a magazine capacity of 21 rounds, equipped with a built-in compensator, almost no recoil, buckled in a belt around his waist.

This pistol was designed to be a top-of-the-line combat pistol, and it was his favorite pistol.

If it was in the past, he might have just grabbed a pistol and entered this villa directly, after all, just to grab a sculpture hand.

But now, seeing a monster from another world, it's time for something to change.

John Wick picked up the TTI Dracarys Gen-12 shotgun equipped with steel-core armor-piercing rounds, then hung the belt stuffed with 12-caliber steel-core armor-piercing rounds on his shoulders and got out of the car.

He didn't believe that any other monster could withstand this kind of armor-piercing special steel-core armor-piercing bullet.

John Wick closed the door and glanced left and right before entering the room.

Fortunately, there are not many people walking on the road in this community.

John Wick began to stride into the room.

The power of action reveals an extremely strong cleanliness and vigor.

As soon as he walked to the lawn of the villa, John Wick's eyes became calmer and calmer, and his five senses were fully released.

More seriously than ever, this was the first time the priest had told him what he had done, and it was also the first time he had been alone with a paranormal event.

However, what made his ears flutter a little was that a very noisy noise came from inside the villa.

John Wick looked out of his eyes at the doors and windows under the villa.

He could see some shadows moving.

"Is this a party?"

John Wick walked to the door, already knowing roughly what was going on inside.

According to his intuition, it was probably because of Halloween that the party that came together was started.

Quite a pre-Halloween pre-revelry.

Without hesitation, John Wick raised his shotgun and fired directly at the lock in the doorway.

Rumble!

This neat shot directly shattered the lock of the gate and made the people inside scream.

John Wick quickly entered the room with a gun in both hands in a very standard fighting stance, aiming directly at the source of the scream.

Sure enough, as he expected, a group of young people were gathering in the living room, there were eight men and women, and they were sucking something.

At this moment, disappointment flashed in John Wick's eyes, and what disappointed him was that this group of people seemed to be all ordinary people, not imaginary monsters or anything.

It's unremarkable, and nothing unusual can be seen.

Obviously, he was ready for weirdness.

"Don't move!"

Seeing that these young people wanted to escape everywhere, John Wick picked up the pit viper pistol at his waist with his backhand, shot the young man who was the first to act in the calf and stomach, and said in a deep voice.

"Whoever moves, who dies!"

With the sound of gunshots, the young man who fled first was immediately affected and fell to the ground, clutching his bleeding calf and letting out a scream.

The rapid explosion of gunfire and the terrible screams also made the remaining seven people who were just about to flee stop directly, but they were trembling all over.

"Don't kill me!"

"Don't kill me, please......"

There were girls with weak feet, sitting on the ground, tears in their eyes were so frightened that they kept flowing.

This was true for everyone, and for a moment only the screams of the young man holding his calves rang out.

Seeing that the scene was controlled, John Wick stared directly at the host who had written down the photo a long time ago, looked at his trembling body with raised hands, and strode closer.

"You're David?"

Davy, the protagonist of the sculptor, was already too frightened to speak.

John Wick fired a shot at the ceiling.

"Answer me!"

Rumble! This shot made everyone cry and at the same time made David sober up, he didn't care about the tears that burst out of his eyes, and quickly replied.

"Yes! I'm David. ”

He was still a little anxious, and then spoke quickly.

"Don't kill me! Please don't kill me! If you want something, just take it, and I will never call the police.

Right! That's right! I have more than 30,000 dollars in my parents' room, and some valuable ornaments, and I have more than 7,000 dollars in the drawers in my room, you ...... You can take it all, please don't kill us......"

The voice was already crying.

If Yorkes had been there, he would have said, "Good fellow, John, it's over."

But John Wick, as a top killer, fought and killed along the way, and his heart had already been honed into stone, he ignored the pitiful appearance of David and those young people, put the pit viper pistol back into the holster, took out his mobile phone with one hand and found the picture of the sculptural hand, and sent it to David.

This action made David tremble, thinking that he was going to die, but he just wanted to burst into tears, but the next second a sentence sounded and made him come back to his senses again.

"Is this sculptural hand in your hand? Or is it with you? ”

I thought it would be such a nihilistic end, but what John Wick didn't expect was that the young man in front of him replied tremblingly in a tone with a combination of gasping and crying.

"No... No, please don't kill me, this thing is not with me now, you can take it......"

Automatically ignoring the latter words, John Wick frowned.

"You don't own this sculptural hand?"

"No...... No, it's not mine, it's someone else gave me, he said that this thing can make people feel a very special pleasure, than...... It's cooler than xi poison. ”

David was in tears, pitiful, but his consciousness was very, very clear, and he sensed something, and although he was very frightened, he continued in a trembling voice.

"I ...... I've given it back to him before, though, but I know where he is, and you can go straight to him if you want that sculptural hand. ”

But John Wick continued to ask as if he hadn't seen it.

"Where's that man now!"

There was a glimmer of hope in David's eyes, and he said a series of addresses, down to the house number.

John Wick silently wrote down the address, then looked at the group of young people, stunned David in front of him on the spot, and then copied them one by one, knocking out the young people one by one, including the protagonist who was holding his calves.

Of course, John Wick would not let the young man who was shot in the calf bleed to death, so he disposed of it on the spot, tore off his shirt and scribbled it, then picked up a mobile phone on the table and made a call to the 911 emergency help center.

After explaining in detail that someone had been shot, and giving the detailed address, he hung up the call before he threw away his phone and walked away.

Supplemented

(End of chapter)