Exorcist of the American Nightmares

"Evil must be met with decisiveness. There's only one right way to handle malevolence—destroy it outright. Hesitation can risk everything, so it's best to end threats quickly, or at least cripple them before engaging in dialogue."

"There's no need to reason with malevolent entities, just as good cannot coexist with evil. When your kindness and goodwill overflow, but the other only has thoughts of devouring or killing you, dialogue is worthless."

While Josh was still bewildered, Eileen looked down at the first floor filled with holy light, her expression unusually calm.

Having spent much time with her bishop, she was inevitably influenced by him, and he often imparted lessons like the ones she just recited.

So, when she sensed something on the first floor, her only thought was to destroy it to prevent further trouble.

Thinking this, Eileen glanced at Josh, who was still dazed.

Safety was paramount, especially with Mr. Josh present.

"What just happened, Sister Eileen?" Josh came to his senses and looked at the nun, whose pretty face and slight frame belied the ferocity he'd just witnessed. He couldn't help but gulp.

"I sensed something filthy downstairs," Eileen explained calmly.

"So I eliminated it immediately to avoid further complications."

Josh was stunned, only managing to nod numbly.

Seeing Josh's reaction, Eileen remained unfazed. She scanned the house and then said, "Let's keep looking, Mr. Josh. I believe the appearance of those filthy things downstairs wasn't random but a sign."

Eileen looked toward the end of the hallway and continued, "Perhaps the powerful spirit is tempting us to follow a path it has set, so we should consider going the opposite way."

Hearing this, Josh's brow twitched as he pondered her words. He followed her gaze and murmured, "I remember there's an attic above. When I was scared as a child, I would hide there for hours."

Eileen blinked and was the first to move.

"Let's go then, Mr. Josh."

Josh took a deep breath and silently followed beside Sister Eileen.

They walked down the hallway to a staircase and paused as they faced the ominously dim ascend.

Eileen conjured a flashlight that surprised Josh.

"Everything comes from the mind," Eileen said offhandedly, becoming accustomed to her powers.

Moreover, the black mists couldn't obscure her vision anymore.

This ability to sense her surroundings gave her a peculiar feeling.

As the bishop had said, sometimes you don't need to use your eyes to see, but rather, use your feelings and experiences.

Josh's eyelids twitched; he was trying to imagine other objects, but nothing appeared.

This nun, looking like a college student, seemed to conjure things effortlessly.

Eileen didn't pay attention to his struggle and continued up the stairs toward the attic.

Josh hurried after her.

They reached the top floor and indeed found something—an attic larger than it should be under the influence of the world of the deceased, with dimensions unlike those in the real world.

Ahead was a door, blood-red as if painted with fresh blood.

Such a door couldn't possibly exist in the real-world version of the house.

Josh could only assume that this house was a facade, but looking at the blood-red door, he suddenly remembered something.

"Sister Eileen, I've seen this door before."

Eileen looked over.

"Dalton once drew a similar picture, with a red door appearing against a black background."

"Mr. Josh, it seems we've found the source," Eileen said. "If Dalton has drawn this door, then it must be a place he has been."

Saying this, Eileen transformed the crucifix in her hand into a revolver, held it in both hands, and aimed at the red door.

"There's someone blocking our path."

Josh was puzzled.

But then, a man wearing a black jacket with a face full of stitched scars suddenly burst out, snarling as he charged at them.

His speed was so fast that Josh couldn't see the ghost's figure clearly.

But to Eileen, whose eyes glinted with a faint golden light, the speed gradually slowed down.

Then, with a loud bang.

Eileen pulled the trigger, and a white bullet burst from the barrel, striking the ghost directly, causing his soul to scatter into a mist.

"Let's go."

Easily dispatching the ghost, Eileen led the way forward and personally opened the door.

A long corridor lined with red candles appeared before them.

The atmosphere was entirely different from the outside environment, carrying a sinister and evil aura.

"Sister Eileen?" Josh couldn't help but feel a surge of fear at the sight.

"It's okay."

Hearing the nun's response, Josh suddenly saw the usually silent and expressionless nun smile.

"Because the bishop is here."

Josh blinked, rubbed his eyes, and looked forward.

A broad figure indeed suddenly appeared

 before him.

"Hard work, Eileen. How was the journey here?" The familiar voice made Josh's eyes widen; it was indeed the young bishop's voice.

"Very simple, Bishop," Eileen quietly replied, as if recalling the journey.

"Heh."

The bishop, who had been watching all along, smiled slightly, pleased.

Among many clergy, Sister Eileen was indeed outstanding. Some clergy members occasionally overflow with misplaced kindness.

But along the way, Eileen truly embodied being ruthless and taciturn; encountering filth, she simply acted.

"Well done. From here, I'll take over," the bishop said lightly.

"I've seen that guy."

In the bishop's eyes, nothing could hide. His gaze pierced through the eerie corridor, reaching a theater-like hall.

It was like a real opera stage.

And he saw a child's spirit chained.

On the outskirts was a throne with a dark figure with a red face sitting on it.

But now it seemed ready to retreat as if facing a great enemy.

"Yes, Bishop."

Eileen, looking entirely unlike the fierce fighter she had been along the way, nodded obediently.

"It seems to want to run," the bishop smiled, unconcerned as a layer of holy light appeared around him.

This made Josh realize that the young bishop hadn't done anything yet, but the eerie corridor began to slowly turn ethereal.

Like the red candles above, melted by the intense flames.

What Josh didn't know was that when the bishop appeared, the numerous lurking spirits were retreating fast from the scene.

Including the seemingly powerful red-faced spirit, which now seemed restrained by something, unable to move. If it tried to escape the boundary, it would burn.

The bishop turned back to Josh with a smile, then calmly said to Eileen, "I'll teach you one more thing. No matter how absurd the tool or weapon that only appears on TV, you can create it. It all comes down to imagination, which is a manifestation of your power. Don't be constrained by common sense, rules, or data."

Saying this, the bishop didn't wait for Eileen's realization.

Beside him appeared a new, somewhat out-of-place object in the world of the deceased.

It was a bronze-colored, several meters long cast iron cannon barrel, robust in appearance with a dragon engraved on it.

This exquisite cannon barrel, housed in a sturdy wooden frame with glowing metal and two wheels on the side, looked somewhat out of place.

"This is..."

Josh, a teacher by profession, was dumbfounded, rubbing his eyes again to confirm the presence of this enormous cannon, resembling a car, then gasped.

If he wasn't mistaken, this kind of cannon, only seen in historical artifacts or museums, was a 16th-century creation from England.

"Amusing, isn't it?" the bishop said, patting the cannon known in China as the "Red Barbarian cannon," and smiled.

"Eileen, what do you think?"

Eileen nodded, "I think I understand, Bishop. Everything is a manifestation of our power. We shouldn't be constrained by the objects themselves. If possible, next time I'll manifest a helicopter."

"Haha, good that you understand," the bishop slapped the Red Barbarian cannon again, focusing on the red-faced spirit, which was now roaring towards him, unable to leave its holy cage.

"Then we should head back."

Under his calm voice, white light quickly gathered at the cannon's muzzle.

The next second.

A deafening sound erupted.

Bright light burst from the muzzle, like bright stars descending on the world of the deceased.

As the cannon fired a beam twenty meters in diameter, expressing its presence with a roar, the gloomy and dark space was instantly illuminated, filled with warmth.

The light displayed a splendid spectrum of colors, changing from white to soft pink, blue, and then to fiery gold, directly forming a magnificent spectrum.

Josh was stunned; this display of power, unlike the nun's, made him finally understand the difference between the two.

As the dark world of the deceased brightened, the house also melted away in an instant.

He stared, speechless, at the broad figure standing with hands clasped behind, unable to speak.

Beside him, Eileen reached out to catch a white feather falling from the sky, her smile radiant.

A roar of terror rose, but under the piercing, rapid beam that could tear through the sky, forming visible cracks in the air, it vanished in the next second.

And the beam continued to extend forward, destroying everything in its path, countless energy arcs sparkling around it, forming a massive energy explosion that kept the surrounding black mist at bay.

Even distant spirits couldn't escape, burned to ashes by the aftermath.

"Bishop York, Your Excellency," Josh's voice rose nervously, unintentionally adding honorifics.

"Dalton..."

"He's fine," the bishop said with a gentle smile.

"Don't worry about the cannon; it looks like it destroys everything, but I

 control it. I can ensure it doesn't harm anyone I choose not to."

Saying this, the bishop shook his head, patted the Red Barbarian cannon, allowing it to slowly vanish, and muttered softly.

"I seem to have forgotten something."

Tilting his head, the bishop suddenly remembered the task of stuffing a few spirits into the mysterious toy house, then looked around at the scene entirely manifested by holy power, and his mouth twitched.

"Never mind."

Then he pointed ahead, only a few meters away, to the child, telling Josh, "Your son is here."

At that moment, Josh finally noticed Dalton, staring with innocent eyes at everything.

"Dalton!"

Josh called out, rushing over.

Because of his call, Dalton instinctively looked up, seeing his father, and his confused little face immediately burst into a joyful smile.

"Daddy!"

Dalton ran towards him.

Father and son embraced tightly, crying with joy.

Such a scene could touch anyone's emotions. Seeing the bishop standing silently, Eileen quietly stepped forward to stand beside her mentor.

"Very good," the bishop said with a smile.

"Yes, Bishop," Eileen replied. "I also like seeing this kind of scene."

"Heh," the bishop's mouth curved up, scanning the world of the deceased, then said, "Now that the evil spirit has been eliminated and the child found, let's go back."

"Yes," Eileen bowed slightly.

With a snap, their figures vanished. At that moment, Josh felt dizzy, startled, trying to hold onto his son.

But as his head spun, a voice reached his ears, prompting him to instinctively open his eyes.

Upon opening his eyes, he found himself back.

The sounds of commotion and crying that rose before him made him look over.

His wife and mother were already embracing a waking Dalton.

"My goodness, you had me so worried!" Riley clutched Dalton tightly, her voice trembling but filled with joy.

"Mom, you're holding me too tight; I can't breathe," Dalton said.

"Oh, sorry," Riley, belatedly realizing, became flustered again.

Seeing this, Josh couldn't help but smile, then looked around.

The young bishop he had begun to respect and appreciate, the nun, and even the beautiful woman had disappeared.

Only Elis and her assistant stood behind, smiling as they watched.

"Bishop York has already left," Elis said with a gentle smile, seeming to know what he was thinking.

"Lorraine and the others are seeing him off. If you want to express your gratitude, there's still time."

Josh nodded, quickly got up, and rushed past Elis and others towards the doorway, heading down to the first floor.

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