The church bell rang everywhere.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, the priest closed the door in advance.

Pushing away the miscellaneous items on the altar, Dishan gently put down a basin of holy water, with a pious face.

"Is this thing really useful?"

Looking back on the night when I dealt with the witch, the priest always felt something was wrong.

"Don't you have a word called "Sincere Heart"? If this holy water takes effect, you have to establish a good relationship with the Father." Dishan smiled.

"I have done so many good things in his name, and I have prayed every day, but I have never seen him show my spirit to me." The priest curled his lips.

"At least, the holy water of ordinary churches can still dispel some bad luck." Dishan comforted.

Genius is composed of ninety-nine percent sweat and one percent inspiration.

but,

That one percent of inspiration is often more important than that ninety-nine percent of sweat.

This sentence is also true in miracles.

Ninety-nine percent of piety is easy to achieve, but to obtain the Lord's divine power, the remaining one percent is the strength and status within the church.

"How do you pray?" Cheng Hai frowned.

Although it was a bit sad to express his feelings, he had some doubts about the priest's piety.

The priest made a demonstration on the spot.

"One-powerful Lord, you are my father. Please bless me to get promoted and raise your salary, and win the lottery period."

Cheng Hai: "…"

Dishan: "…"

"Are you sure you are sincere?" Cheng Hai said with a smile and cry.

"Of course it's sincere!" said the priest seriously.

He really wants to win the prize.

Dishan was very worried and said helplessly: "If you say this in us, you will have to be a gallow."

"I'm going to be on the gallows too?" The priest looked innocent: "If I didn't seek wealth and health, then why would I worship God?"

"The key point is the first sentence, hey!" Cheng Hai's head full of black lines.

"Uh... the parents of food and clothing, the parents of food and clothing." The priest explained.

"Let's go ahead." Dishan sighed.

Fortunately, Feibri is gone, otherwise the priest might have a nightmare tonight.

"What is this? Salt and cumin?"

Cheng Hai pointed to two small plates of powder placed with the Holy Water.

"The white one is salt, and the brown one is coffee powder." Dishan replied.

“Coffee powder?”

Cheng Hai couldn't help but wonder.

He had heard of salt being used to exorcise, but coffee powder was unheard of.

"Just the process is right, these are just substitutes."

Dishan grabbed a handful of salt, drew a circle in the air with her wrist, and the white powder scattered as she swayed, drawing a pattern of hexagrams followed by a round hexagram.

"Stand in the middle."

"I thought the real exorcist would just be enough to inject divine power into the head."

Cheng Hai stood in the middle of the formation.

"The first saint may be able to do it, but this is not my specialty, so I can only use the ancestral old court."

Dishan washed his hands with holy water, and then wiped a cross on Cheng Hai's forehead.

"Close your eyes."

"Um."

Cheng Hai did as he did, feeling nervous.

"May the omnipotent Heavenly Father, may all the world call you a holy; may your kingdom come, may your will be done on earth, as in heaven."

Dishan's voice was extremely calm. In contrast, something seemed to be restless in Cheng Hai's blood!

"I felt it..." Cheng Hai said intimately.

This is a feeling of coldness that is completely different from spiritual energy, which makes him feel deeply uncomfortable.

As the Deesan mantra continued to recite, this thing spread from Cheng Hai's blood to his skin.

It is being stripped!

"You will give us our daily diet today."

"Isn't it done yet..."

The blood vessels on Cheng Hai's neck were supported and it was so blue that it was held back.

The mysterious force refused to give up and grabbed him tightly, making him breathless.

And Dishan's voice was still the same as before, neither fast nor slow.

"You forgive us our debts as we forgive human debts."

The black breath was like a small snake, climbing up Cheng Hai's forehead, and everywhere he passed, there was a burning pain.

At this moment,

greedy!

Glut eating!

Lust!

Many negative emotions were injected into Cheng Hai's mind like hormones, making him extremely excited and aggressive.

"Calm down! Calm down!"

Cheng Hai pinched his chest desperately, trying to stop his beating heart.

After all, it is a curse planted by the A-level demon.

If this extremely violent emotion is not released, he may have to explode!

"You will not ask us to meet temptation and save us from evil. For kingdom, authority, glory is all yours, forever, Amen."

Disregarding Cheng Hai's abnormality, Dishan calmly finished reciting the spell.

When she opened her eyes again, a bottle appeared on her hand. A squirming black gas was absorbed by her palm and then placed in it.

Boy~

He blocked the bottle with a soft plug, Dishan held the bottle in front of him and shook it, then placed it on the table.

"Huh...what is this?"

Cheng Hai held his knees, his face pale, and his back was soaked with sweat.

"This is the curse in your body and the resentment of those who died because of this curse. Such a solid resentment can keep you in memory after death. But..."

Dishan looked up and looked at him and said, "There will be some sequelae."

"Do you have to go to hell to find him?" Cheng Hai said with a wry smile.

Thinking that he had really killed someone because of his curse, he couldn't help feeling chills on his back.

The violent negative emotions I just felt should be the image of death in their eyes.

Cold, terrifying, extremely crazy...

Is it this kind of thing that Cheng Yiyi has been devouring?

Will she be as painful as he did when she had an attack?

If it is true,

How long can she last...

Cheng Hai couldn't help but worry.

"Do you want to take this thing back as a souvenir?" Dishan interrupted.

"Memorial? Wait for one day to be opened by the naughty child next door and then cause a disaster?" Cheng Hai shook his head.

"Aren't you studying necromancer witchcraft?"

Seeing that Cheng Hai didn't understand, Dishan explained: "The resentment and curse condensed into substance are considered special witchcraft materials. If you have any ghost friends, this thing can also help them grow."
To be continued...