When leaving, Tom asked Father Tony for a bottle of Holy Water.
As soon as he stepped out of the church, he couldn't stop coughing, which greatly surprised Du Wei, who was about to drive away.
After a mont of thought, Du Wei turned around and asked, "Do you want to say sothing?"
There was a look of strangeness on Tom's face. He turned to glance at the church, making sure Father Tony hadn't followed out, then said awkwardly, "Um... I have sothing I want to ask you, it's about the Holy Water."
Du Wei responded with curiosity, "Holy Water? Are you planning to use it to fight the Evil Spirit?"
Tom said awkwardly, "No... no, it's not that. I feel a bit embarrassed to say this, since you are also a person of the church. I just want to ask you if Holy Water can be used to wash one's body."
Du Wei shook his head and said, "Of course you can, but a bottle this size isn't really enough for a bath, as it's far too little."
Tom waved his hand, "It doesn't matter, I wasn't planning on washing my whole body anyway. Right, I'm going to investigate the Veda Sect and will inform you imdiately if there's any news."
"Um... okay."
Du Wei watched Tom leave, with an unusual look in his eyes.
For so reason, he always felt Tom's tone was a bit seedy.
Using Holy Water to wash one's body...
Could it be...
"Tsk... Tom seems to have been startled by the Evil Spirit while he was getting intimate with soone. I hope he doesn't develop a psychological trauma from it."
"No... rather, I hope the Holy Water can help him rid himself of the psychological trauma."
Du Wei couldn't help but smile wryly, then turned, opened the car door, and got in.
"Ti to go ho..."
From yesterday until now, Du Wei had had no ti to rest. He was extrely exhausted and knew he couldn't hold up much longer without so rest.
And...
It was also ti to try to resolve so issues of his own.
...
anwhile.
In a hospital ward about two hundred kiloters from Massas City,
Thompson's expression was very solemn.
In one hand he held a crucifix, and in the other a Bible, as he recited holy scriptures in a low voice.
"The eyes of the Lord are always upon you. You will be bathed in glory and dwell with the Lord. You will find peace, blessings, and joy, and all evils will be kept far from you. Have a good sleep."
In front of him, Jas, with a ghastly pale and twisted face, lay in bed, his right hand, which had been severed at the shoulder, was bandaged and had stopped bleeding.
The only remaining hand was gripped tightly to the bedsheets, looking excruciatingly painful.
His eyes, cold and calm, seed out of place.
In Massas City, Jas had successfully entered the Third Phase of Spirit Vision and endured the pain of Evil Spirit Transformation, leading everyone to safety.
As a result, however, he lost his entire Right Hand and nearly died from excessive blood loss.
After being transferred to three different hospitals overnight, he was finally out of mortal danger.
But what happened next was unexpected.
Jas could not close his eyes and signs of a ntal breakdown began to erge. His Evil Spirit Transformation seed to be affected and he couldn't exit this state at all.
That's why Thompson was blessing him in the hospital room, hoping to alleviate so of his suffering.
"Have a good sleep, child of the Lord. You've endured too much pain."
After making the sign of the cross on his chest, Thompson placed the crucifix upon Jas's chest.
Perhaps the blessing had an effect…
The mont the cross touched Jas's chest, those misfitting, cold eyes suddenly closed.
Imdiately after, the sound of peaceful breathing could be heard.
Thompson heaved a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat off his forehead; although he had served in the church for many years, he had never encountered such a situation, which was unbelievably bizarre.
Even so, the feeling Jas gave him was that he could lose control at any mont.
"May you be well."
Finally, whispering these words, Thompson walked to the door and briskly pulled it open.
Outside the door.
There stood an anxious Homier along with two tall exorcists.
Thompson glanced at them and casually shut the door behind him.
"Please don't worry too much, Jas has fallen asleep now. What we need to do next is wait for the church to issue instructions."
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These words were directed at Homier, because this young girl was related to Jas by blood, being his niece.
Upon hearing this, Homier's relief quickly turned back into tension.
She looked at Thompson with a puzzled expression: "Your Excellency, are you suggesting that the church has so other decision regarding Uncle Jas?"
Thompson nodded, his tone profound, "Jas is currently undergoing so special changes, his will is being tested, and the church will also assess his ntal state accordingly."
In reality, Thompson himself didn't know how the church was planning to deal with Jas.
However, it seed that the decision-makers had obtained so important information from the Dusk Bell Church and were considering re-establishing the Tribunal as a departnt dedicated to solving Evil Spirit events. It was likely that Jas would be recruited into it.
Of course…
Even if Jas were to be recruited, his status wouldn't be particularly high, because above him, there were five hunters from the previous generation.
With this thought, Thompson shook his head at Homier, who was on the verge of speaking, and said, "Let's leave it at that. Jas has lost a lot of blood and needs to rest properly. It's best not to disturb him, and rember, this matter must be kept secret."
Homier furrowed her brows, "Does 'keep secret' refer to Uncle Jas's situation?"
Thompson replied, "Everything from your arrival in Massas City to now must remain confidential."
Homier humd in acknowledgnt, and the other exorcists nodded thoughtfully as well.
Although they weren't particularly clear about Jas's current condition, everyone knew that this mature and stable exorcist had beco different from them.
Half an hour later.
The hospital room was silent.
Jas lay on the bed, his eyes tightly shut, his breathing deep and steady.
Apart from his face being extrely pale due to the excessive blood loss, he seed no different from a normal person.
As ti went by, underneath Jas's eyelids, unusual changes began to occur.
His eyes moved back and forth, as though observing sothing.
Suddenly…
Those eyes opened, cold and chilling, yet calm without a ripple.
And Jas, as if unaware, continued to sleep soundly.
This scene was very peculiar, as if Jas had lost control over his eyes or had never left the state of Evil Spirit Transformation, being forcefully trapped at a critical point by "the eyes."
However, these eyes seed unable to affect Jas's body; even when opened to their fullest, almost leaping out of their sockets, they could not see any more than was possible.
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