Exorcist of the American Nightmares

This formation wasn't necessary, but at this moment, it seemed somewhat essential. It could enhance the perceptual abilities of mediums, allowing them to skip the step of meditation and directly enter the world of the deceased—a step crucial for mediums who couldn't just waltz into the realm of the deceased without proper preparation.

Apart from that, it also allowed York to monitor the conditions of the two individuals, and the formation served as a bidirectional locator, helping Josh to have a stronger sense of the bloodline, preventing it from being too vague.

Of course, with his current strength, York could essentially observe everything happening to the two.

As the formation spun under the witness of the crowd, light burst forth, enveloping the two.

"I'll be watching," York said calmly.

These words echoed in their ears, but they began to feel as though his voice was fading into the ether, drifting further and further away until it stilled.

Until a new voice echoed.

"You can open your eyes now, Mr. Josh."

Startled, Josh instinctively opened his eyes.

What he saw was a different light warmth from the real world.

In his vision, the entire environment had turned into hues of gloom, with strands of black mist rising from the ground, obscuring his vision and forming thick fogs in the distance, blurring his sight the further he looked.

This environment alone probably explained why his son, Dalton, had lost his way; in a world shrouded by spreading black mists, it was easy to lose one's bearings.

Thinking this, Josh couldn't help but exhale lightly, his eyes taking in this strange world known as the world of the deceased.

To sum up, it was gloomy, hazy, with murky light floating in the air, giving off a mysterious and alien feeling.

Although everything around him was still Dalton's room, he could clearly see how different this world was, mainly because he felt a certain chill over his skin.

Moreover, the young bishop and everyone who had been standing in front of him had completely vanished.

"This..."

Josh felt uncomfortable.

But the next statement he heard helped him accept the change.

"This is the world of the deceased, eternal silence, no sounds of life or vitality, only the low howling of the wind. The bishop once took me here; in this place, there is no concept of time or distance. Perhaps a single step here equates to several miles in the real world."

Josh instinctively looked towards the source of the voice.

Sister Eileen, unknowingly, had already stood up and was observing their surroundings.

The aura she exhibited and her effortless demeanor eventually reassured him.

Josh also stood up.

When he did, he saw his own body still sitting in place and began to understand the sensation of astral projection.

It felt like an extra pair of unfamiliar eyes was observing his own shell; that was his first impression.

"Do you sense Dalton's location?" Eileen asked, probably sensing his gaze on the so-called world of the deceased, then turned to look at the somewhat perplexed Josh.

"Not yet."

Josh shook his head. "I don't feel anything right now."

"Meditate," Eileen instructed.

"Think of Dalton in your mind."

At her words, Josh nodded and began to picture his son. At some point, he sensed a direction pulling him.

It felt like something was drawing him in.

Josh expressed this feeling.

He wasn't sure if this was what the young bishop referred to as the bloodline connection.

Sister gave him the correct answer: "This is the guidance of the bloodline."

"Let's go, Mr. Josh. I will protect you," Eileen said gently.

Josh took a deep breath, nodded, and before setting off, he instinctively looked back.

His body, seated on the chair, had disappeared.

Josh steeled himself and then began following the guidance.

He headed straight for the front door.

Eileen, aware of her responsibilities, followed close behind, her eyes alert.

Their bishop had warned her that in such places, what you don't see might be just as important as what you do see. In the world of the deceased, home to spirits and phantoms, they could appear beside you instantly or lurk in the shadows.

Each spirit manifested differently, some with the anger of death, others with pain.

But no matter what, it was always right to be cautious.

Just as they stepped out of Dalton's room into the unknown, an eerie giggle echoed, followed by fear and oppression. Josh instinctively looked back.

Seeing Sister Eileen still with him, he felt a wave of relief, then turned towards the dark and cold emptiness, cursing under his breath.

"Nothing, I can't see anything, what kind of hellish place is this!"

Despite his complaints, he steadfastly continued towards the source of the pulling force.

At that moment, the giggling, coupled with sounds resembling chewing, grew louder

. When he could see nothing, a sudden explosion nearly scared his soul away.

But that explosive sound made the empty, unseen environment suddenly quiet down.

"I have dealt with the malevolent spirit. Please continue, Mr. Josh. I will ensure your safety as per the bishop's wishes."

The silence was almost deathly; her words were very clear and familiar. Josh stiffened, his brain like a malfunctioning robot, turning to glance beside him.

He saw a revolver, somewhat out of place in this world, and could clearly see smoke rising from it.

Josh involuntarily swallowed a non-existent lump in his throat.

At this moment, he had no idea how the gun had appeared.

"This is a gun manifested through imagination,"

Sister's figure suddenly moved from behind to beside him, gently explaining.

"You shouldn't be surprised; it's quite simple. You could do it too, Mr. Josh, but you must create it from scratch, which requires a deep understanding of the object."

Eileen looked around at the barely visible shadows, calm, explaining why she could do what she did.

"The bishop once made me dismantle many firearms and then reassemble them; apparently, it was for use here."

Perhaps it was an illusion, but Josh thought he saw a faint smile from Sister. He dared not ponder further and continued towards the source of the guidance.

But the journey wasn't calm; he saw a stranger suddenly appear before him, rushing towards him with a shrill voice, very fast, with sharp fingernails, and a face full of ferocity and malice, clearly harboring ill intentions. But Sister dispatched it with a single shot that shattered its form.

One after another, malevolent spirits unable to withstand even a single round under Sister's hand. He even saw her conjure various firearms he didn't recognize.

The most dangerous moment came when a dozen dark shadows approached.

But an object thrown before him exploded with a deafening roar, and under the blinding white light, the dozen shadows disappeared without a trace.

If he wasn't mistaken, Sister had just thrown a grenade.

After walking for who knows how long, recalling the machine gun in Sister's hands, recalling the scene of her mowing down a group of evil spirits, Josh couldn't help but smirk.

His fear had vanished, replaced by awe for the seemingly frail nun beside him.

"This isn't how I imagined a nun would be," Josh muttered as he followed the direction of the guidance.

"What kind of person did this young bishop teach? What kind of nun can conjure up various firearms and handle them so powerfully?"

Remembering how Sister frequently mentioned the bishop's teachings, Josh couldn't help but comment.

It completely overturned his worldview. In his imagination, clergy were not like this, and he had never seen a clergy member so adept with firearms.

As an American, he wasn't unfamiliar with guns, having shot them himself, but he couldn't manifest them as Sister said, plus his own experience.

To manifest them, one must completely understand the construction of the firearms, all the data, and every part.

So, because of Eileen's formidable performance, Josh was musing when suddenly Sister's voice brought him back.

"Mr. Josh, do you think Dalton could be here?"

Hearing Sister's words, Josh snapped to attention and looked up.

What was once an empty, cold, and dim environment, constantly filled with disorienting black mist, now featured a residential building.

Seeing this familiar house, Josh's eyes widened.

"This is the house I lived in as a child."

He continued, his memories now restored.

"And it's also where I stayed when I encountered trouble as a child."

Eileen glanced at the suddenly appearing house, surrounded by dense black mist, and instinctively frowned.

She remembered all the information.

The old woman spirit that had been tempting and spying on Josh was the one their bishop had personally captured and stuffed into the mysterious toy house, where it was tormented by other evil spirit toys.

But according to Elis, besides this spirit, there was another even more powerful one that she couldn't handle.

It was because of this spirit that Elis had sealed Josh's powers and why she had invited the Warrens to help deal with it.

Thinking this, Eileen raised her hand, and a piece of paper appeared out of nowhere.

In Josh's view, it was the spirit drawn by Elis.

A completely black body, a red face, and long, spider-like fingernails.

"It seems that this spirit is imprisoning Dalton,"

Eileen said calmly. "That's why it manifested the house you lived in as a child, Mr. Josh."

Josh's breathing grew heavier, knowing that even Elis found this spirit extremely difficult to deal with, forcing her to retreat.

"What should we do? Sister Eileen, I can feel Dalton is in this house," Josh said anxiously.

"Don't be afraid," Eileen replied calmly.

"Keep going."

As she spoke, the piece of paper in her hand quietly turned into

 a crucifix, which she handed to Josh.

"This crucifix should ensure your safety, to prevent any accidents I can't handle in time."

With her confident and steady tone, Josh felt reassured and took the crucifix, hanging it around his neck.

"Okay!"

Having done this, Josh continued forward, stepping through the enveloping fog towards the residential building before them.

Eileen pursed her lips, following beside him. The kind of powerful spirit that could manifest such a large house was different from the spirits they had encountered before; she had to be fully alert.

Step by step, they approached.

As they got closer, the atmosphere grew heavier, and the temperature plummeted suddenly.

Josh looked at the familiar house, its door slightly ajar, and after a few seconds of silence, he pushed it open.

With the door opening, a familiar sight appeared.

The spacious living room, even the kitchen, was laid out just as it had been in the past.

Memories flashed in Josh's eyes; he had lived here for a long time.

Just as he was about to call out to Sister, a white figure suddenly appeared before him, quickly moving towards the staircase.

Josh instinctively looked at Sister beside him.

"Is the guidance on the second floor?" Eileen asked, not immediately destroying the phantom that disappeared upstairs.

Josh frowned and sensed for a moment, shaking his head then nodding, "I can only feel that Dalton is in the house, I don't know the exact location."

"Then let's go upstairs," Eileen glanced around the living room and kitchen, noticing nothing unusual.

Josh nodded, letting Sister take the lead.

They began moving towards the staircase, following the phantom's trail to the second floor.

Suddenly, a faint sobbing sound arose.

Josh looked at Sister, and Eileen nodded.

They followed the sound slowly to an empty room.

Josh entered, finding nothing, but Eileen stood at the doorway, a handgun appearing unconsciously in her right hand while her left hand had already grabbed the doorknob, then pulled the door open.

As the door opened, Josh's heart tightened.

In his view, a woman was curled up in a corner, sobbing. He couldn't see her face, only her huddled form.

"A phantom," Eileen aimed the handgun at the woman, whispering.

"Where is Dalton?"

Unfortunately, the phantom just kept sobbing, offering no response.

Eileen fell silent for a moment, not choosing to eliminate it, but instead, she closed the door normally and turned to Josh.

"Let's keep looking."

Josh nodded, and just then, he spotted a child's figure flashing past the door.

"Dalton?" Josh instinctively called out, quickly exiting the room.

Eileen followed closely, keeping a vigilant eye on their surroundings to prevent any mishaps or attacks from the evil spirit.

However, as Josh wandered about, nearly searching the entire second floor, he still couldn't find any trace of his son, Dalton.

Eventually, they returned to the original spot, the corridor leading to the staircase.

Josh was growing anxious.

Eileen, who had been following him the whole time, suddenly turned her gaze to the first floor, sensing something.

A strange whistling sound came from downstairs.

Before Josh could reflect or ask any questions, Eileen's hand suddenly produced a grenade made entirely of holy power, which she threw downward.

In her perception, three figures with black holes on their foreheads appeared on the sofa on the first floor, resembling a family of parents and a daughter.

But beside them stood another girl in similar clothing, holding a shotgun and radiating a thick layer of resentment.

This was entirely the girl who had shot her own family.

The resentful girl, with black eyes and lips, holding the shotgun and grinning wickedly, tilted her head to look upstairs, seemingly making eye contact with Eileen.

But the grenade had already hit the floor, rolling around before exploding with a loud bang.

Boom!

The explosion of holy light engulfed the girl and her three family members, dead on the sofa, until everything returned to tranquility…

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