When Fang Linjie, his face covered by a cloak, stood in front of the cult's stronghold, he was somewhat confused. He hadn't encountered any trouble on the way back, but something seemed off.
For example, there is a line of elaborately framed characters pasted on the classical gate in front of us.
"Devil Public Service Agency".
"We accept the following services: demon possession, paranormal events, and criminal adjudication..."
What tricks has the cult played this time?
Somewhat bewildered, he took off his hood. Suddenly, two people passed by him. He quickly put the hood back on, afraid of startling them. But the two people approached him and said, "Um, are you a demon?"
Fang Linjie looked completely bewildered.
The man who spoke seemed a little uneasy: "I heard that you have solved more than ten cases of demonic possession here. Could you please show us the way?"
Fang Linjie remained in a daze.
Has the world gone mad, or have I gone mad? Is this the consequence of selling one's soul?
Seeing that he didn't speak, the other person tugged at their companion and carefully walked around him to push the door open and enter.
Fang Linjie paused for a moment, then pushed open the door with some surprise and went inside. The interior had changed; the original statues were nowhere to be seen, and the long benches that were in the way had been removed. All eight windows in the church were now busy.
At the window closest to him, an old woman was grumbling, "My grandson just went to a haunted house, and he's had a high fever ever since. Why won't you believe me?"
The long-haired woman behind the glass lowered her head. A few seconds later, her face changed. Her eyes became larger, and her pupils were clearly not human. When she opened her mouth, a forked tongue moved up and down.
"Grandma, I've told you so many times, your grandson has a fever! A fever! Why aren't you going to the hospital? What are you doing here?"
"Nonsense! Exorcists have already said it's demonic possession! Are you going to do anything about it?"
"Help, help, help!" The demon was somewhat helpless. He whispered a few words to his human colleague, who quickly opened a door on the side and came out to help the old man up: "Let's go, I'll exorcise the demon for you."
Are you sure you can do it?
"Of course!"
Fang Linjie clearly saw the demon make a gesture to his human colleague who was passing by, mouthing the words "take him to the hospital."
No? I just went to another city, and things have changed so much? Demons? This place is full of demons!
Did their plan succeed?
He felt somewhat embarrassed when people approached him to ask what business he needed, and could only remove the withered head from his waist.
"Exchange for bounty? We don't offer that service at the moment."
"No, isn't this the cult? Where is the cult?"
Fang Linjie couldn't hold back any longer; he was completely overwhelmed by the current situation.
"The Cult? The Cult is finished." The staff member said casually. "This is now the Abyss's territory." He looked Fang Linjie up and down, then narrowed his eyes, and in that instant, his eyes quickly turned black.
“You are a remnant of the cult.”
Upon hearing this, several demons around looked over, their eyes clearly hostile.
Just kidding! They went to great lengths to get these humans to accept them in order to complete the new king's mission. If things were disrupted now, it would be troublesome! Thinking about the employee handbook issued by the new king, they were all a little scared.
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