Chapter 244: Attracting Attention
William took out a pair of gloves from his backpack, and then found a set of tools in the laboratory.
After purifying the residual evil on the tools with Holy Water, he approached Madison holding a scalpel.
At this time, both sides of this body displayed similar emotions.
One side was crying non-stop, while the other side was filled with fear and suspicion.
William brought the knife down, and a small bump was cleanly cut off.
Before blood could spill from the wound, he had already dripped a drop of that healing potion on it.
The substance belonging to extraordinary power spread on Madison's arm, subsequently forming a pure white protective film.
And the wound underneath was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"To think the effect is this good." William raised an eyebrow.
"I'll have to find this guy to make some more later," he thought to himself.
Subsequently, William used his eyes to draw upon the Holy Power around the "Small bump," wrapping the evil spirit and bringing it to that surgical bed.
An isolation magic array had long been set up around it, so the evil spirit quickly gained limited freedom.
This was an evil spirit with the appearance of a young man. It wore a white hospital gown, and its face was full of terror at this moment.
"No... you can't do this!"
The young evil spirit's figure constantly flickered on the hospital bed, but it couldn't leave that area.
"Then, Mr. Evil Spirit Number One, please choose your experimental tools." William stepped aside, revealing the tool table behind him.
Scalpels, pliers, electrical equipment...
Although it was unclear if that Nazi doctor was a "Bad student," his tools were indeed abundant.
"I curse you to go to hell sooner or later!" The young evil spirit's face was ferocious.
"Hey hey, I am a priest," William said, completely unconcerned. "And you are the evil spirit harming people."
Judging from the file records, the evil spirits entrenched in the villa had murdered many people.
For this kind of "Dragon slayer becomes the dragon" example, William would not be soft-hearted.
From the moment they chose to harm people, these guys were no longer worthy of sympathy.
"Time is limited; I'll choose for you."
As soon as his voice fell, the young evil spirit felt an intense sense of sluggishness outside its body.
Subsequently, it was forced to lie flat on the hospital bed.
William aside had a focused expression. For him right now, it was still a bit difficult to influence the evil spirit's actions through the power surrounding it.
Fortunately, after spending some time, the young evil spirit had "Obediently" lain down.
"If you feel any discomfort during the process, please raise your right hand."
"Of course, you won't get any help, and I will absolutely not stop." William smiled.
To the young evil spirit, this smile was simply the reincarnation of that doctor!
Fear, pain, hatred...
This experience engraved deep in its memory was awakened once again.
For a time, the young evil spirit's mental power experienced massive fluctuations, and a lot of evil aura seeped out from the surface of its spirit body.
"The effect isn't bad." William raised an eyebrow, thinking inwardly.
But this was only the beginning.
He didn't wait any longer, holding the scalpel and reaching toward the young evil spirit's mouth.
Because Holy Power was attached to the blade, the moment it contacted the evil spirit, it instantly cut off its "Tongue" part.
"Ahhhhh..."
A miserable scream echoed in the corridor.
A pitch-black tongue fell to the ground and quickly turned into flying ash.
This wasn't William actually cutting off its physical tongue.
Evil spirits were originally composed of spirit body molecules, merely with evil aura attached.
And due to the resentment at the time of death, most evil spirits would maintain their pre-death appearance after solidifying their form.
And William's action of cutting with a scalpel was essentially still using Holy Power to fight against the evil power.
It was just that this confrontation occurred locally and was displayed in the form of a "Surgery."
Back to the matter at hand.
William's scheme indeed worked.
After that cut went down, the young evil spirit instantly emitted a massive amount of evil aura, almost filling the entire hospital bed.
Seeing this, William's eyes lit up. He immediately swapped the skin of his left hand and leg, and then reached his left hand in.
Sizzle...
The two powers collided together again.
The originally loose evil aura was sucked closer by the vortex on his hand.
And the young evil spirit also felt its own spirit body rapidly weakening.
"Shameless guy! I curse you to never enter heaven, your descendants will be entangled by bad luck forever..." Its eyes were bloodshot.
Anger instead made the young evil spirit spill out even more evil aura.
William immediately turned his head: "Not bad, nice cursing, curse a few more times."
"You!!"
Exorcist Guild.
Under the top three screens.
"Wait a bit more, it'll be here soon!" A plump demon hunter pointed upward and said.
Three people stood behind him, and judging from their attire, they were also exorcists.
"Mr. Charlie... we've been watching here for two minutes already, are you sure you are on this leaderboard?" one of the exorcists said.
"Although you are good at long-distance combat, and we have cooperated many times." Another exorcist also stepped forward. "But this time the commission we took is of the 'Erosion' rating; it still has some requirements for physical agility..."
Charlie grew anxious upon hearing this: "Who says I'm not agile? Don't look at my fat body; even if five evil spirits pounce at the same time, I can be as agile as a flying bird."
As soon as his voice fell, the three exorcists all revealed strange looks, obviously doubting this rhetoric.
"Mr. Charlie, of course we believe you, but the agreed time on the commission is very close, so we will leave first."
"Don't! It's almost my turn on the loop!" Charlie hurriedly stopped the three.
"Here it comes! Look."
He pointed to the last line on the screen—Exorcist No. 2368, Demon Hunter Lightning Charlie, Accumulated Resentment Points: 1999, Ranked 1000th.
(The numbering of the Exorcist Guild is distributed according to the rule of "Vacancy Replacements". Whenever an exorcist unfortunately dies, their number will be temporarily reserved for a period. During this time, the Guild will inventory the deceased's remaining estate. If there are family members or legal heirs, the Guild will settle the estate into a certain currency and hand it all over to the corresponding heirs. But if no one claims it, the Guild will use the estate to fill public assets, returning it to the reward pool. And the corresponding number will also be vacated, left for newly joined exorcists. This is also the reason why William's number is higher than Charlie's.)
Back to the point.
Charlie stared at the three excitedly: "Thinking back to when I first entered the Exorcist Guild, I was just a nobody then..."
"...The first time I participated in an 'Erosion' rated commission, I got 700 Resentment Points from one evil spirit!"
"It was a quiet and peaceful afternoon, everyone was doing their own things, suddenly!"
Charlie's volume abruptly increased.
"A shocking yet exceptionally reasonable message popped up on the screen... Think about it, how many newcomers can reach this level!"
He talked endlessly, even his eyes and movements were full of emotion, seeming very skilled with this set of words.
And the three exorcists below were indeed stunned.
"You don't need to have this expression. I know I have some talent, but as a demon hunter determined to purify evil, I must be humble..."
But the attention of those three didn't seem to be on Charlie at all; instead, they stared straight up at the air.
"Hey, appreciating it is enough, it has long looped past by now."
Charlie said as he took out a small notebook from his pocket.
"Here, you can note this down. Every day at 10:20 AM and 7:00 PM, my name will steadily stay for 10 seconds during these two time slots..."
The tip of the pen scratched on the paper.
Rip!
Charlie tore off a page of notes.
"Just keep this safe, can we go look at the commission now?"
He handed the piece of paper out, but the three people in front of him didn't respond for a long time.
"What? Is my name back again? You're looking so intently?" Charlie turned his head with a puzzled face.
Subsequently, his eyes also widened.
He saw a conspicuous message pop out on the real-time loop screen—Anonymous No. 947, Resentment Points +8000.
Charlie rubbed his eyes: "Holy Sun God, is this thing broken!"
At this moment, not only him, but everyone in the hall raised their heads.
For a time, endless discussions resounded.
"Increased by eight thousand in one go, did they purify a 'Disaster' rated commission!"
"Impossible, the evil spirits of a Disaster rated commission are at least over ten thousand. This is a 'Danger' rating at most."
"Which Danger rating have you seen increase this much at once? Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand..."
Such arguments appeared in every corner.
Some people also became curious about the recipient of the Resentment Points.
"Anonymous No. 947, who is this? The leaderboard doesn't seem to have such a person."
"Maybe it's a friend of those monsters in the top twenty, who has been keeping a low profile before."
"Impossible, No. 947 belonged to a wizard; that person died in a commission many years ago."
"Are you trying to say this guy is a newcomer? That kind of talk is pure bullshit! The famous ones in the exorcism industry recently all went to that Philadelphia middle school incident last time, and none of them joined the Guild..."
"How do you know they didn't join? Is the anonymous feature just for show? What an idiot!"
"Bitch! Intelligence gathering is my money-making business, you're f*cking insulting my professionalism!"
"You don't even know who 947 is, and you dare talk about professionalism?"
"Are you looking for death?"
Manager Farlin Morgan was also standing in the hall at this moment.
Seeing those two about to clash, he immediately waved his hand, and soon exorcists in charge of order walked over there.
After resolving this small interlude, Farlin also stared solemnly at the screen above.
It might be a secret to others, but he clearly knew the identity of Anonymous No. 947.
After all, he was the one who received that person into the Exorcist Guild.
Farlin recalled that person's appearance.
Messy appearance, ill-fitting suit, and looking completely unfamiliar with the Guild.
At first, Farlin thought it was some exorcist from a small place who took a friend's silver coin to the Guild to buy materials.
He even suspected the other party was a thief!
However, as the front desk reception of the Exorcist Guild, Farlin and the others had strict professional etiquette and would not face guests with any inferior attitude.
But he absolutely never expected that this gentleman was actually such a powerful exorcist!
"The first lesson upon entering the Guild is etiquette. The teacher once told us not to judge anyone by their appearance. I thought I did well enough on this, turns out..."
He sighed, secretly warning himself with this.
A moment later, Farlin waved his hand again.
A young man dressed as a bartender quickly walked over.
"Manager Farlin, what are your orders?"
"Under my name, classify the identity information of Anonymous No. 947 as 'Sensitive' level, with a duration of one month."
The bartender's eyes instantly widened upon hearing this.
In the Exorcist Guild, the security levels of intelligence are divided into three tiers: "Risk, Sensitive, Top Secret."
And any information at the Sensitive level would be reported to the President.
This also meant Manager Farlin was using his private authority to provide protection for a guest.
Once the higher-ups assessed it and deemed this guest unqualified for this, Manager Farlin would be disciplined as well.
He might even be stripped of his manager status.
After all, the Exorcist Guild aimed to eliminate "any behavior of using private authority to exchange benefits with guests."
These thoughts only occurred in his brain for an instant, but the bartender wouldn't ask too much.
"Understood, Manager. I will do it right away."
Farlin nodded.
After the bartender left, he murmured: "Good thing there aren't many people right now. This small interlude should pass quickly."
At the same time, inside the villa.
William patted the young evil spirit lying on the hospital bed.
"Gone? You hid in dark corners for so many years and only accumulated this little evil aura?" His tone was full of disappointment.
At this moment, the young evil spirit only had a bit of a soul left, and its spirit body was flickering unsteadily, likely to dissipate at any time.
Upon hearing the priest's words, it turned its head with difficulty; only sluggishness and decay remained on its face.
Even if a dead spirit came and saw this appearance, it would have to sigh—This is what you call dying professionally.
But the young evil spirit now didn't even have the strength to speak.
It stayed blankly for a moment, and then completely turned into flying ash.
"Sigh, hands were too slow."
William shook his head.
"Since it could still maintain a spirit form, maybe it still had Source Power left, should have brought it back as evil remains."
Hearing these words, "Madison's body" beside him shivered.
The eye that held Madison's consciousness currently lowered its gaze extremely quietly, only praying this priest wouldn't notice her.
"Why did I provoke this guy!" Madison trembled inwardly. "They were right, I really am a stupid bitch!"
"As long as I can make it out alive this time, I will definitely leave the Guild, go back to Hollywood to be an ordinary actress, and never exorcise demons again!"
Leaving aside whether the witch's wish could be fulfilled.
The evil spirits on the other side had long broken out into a noisy argument.
"Don't you get it yet! That guy's goal is evil aura. Only by sacrificing a portion of us can the other companions get out!"
"The guy who made this suggestion should be the first to sacrifice!"
"Shut up, Andre! I'm doing this for everyone's sake too. For the sake of being evil spirit companions for decades, I decide to vote for you!"
"Vote my ass! Marcus!"
Suddenly, a voice interrupted the evil spirits' argument.
"I say everyone, whose turn is it next?"
Without knowing when, William was already standing beside the witch's body.
A bunch of "Small bumps" instantly trembled together upon hearing that man's voice.
"Dam... Your Excellency Priest, we are willing to let a portion of the evil spirits proactively offer their evil aura! As long as you can let the remaining spirit bodies leave."
The voice of the evil spirit named Marcus spoke up.
William shook his head: "Too late."
"At first I might have agreed, but..." He sighed.
"The practice of the first volunteer proved that one spirit body's evil aura is far from enough. I still need more... more..."
William clenched both fists, his face also wearing a greedy expression.
"Vol... Volunteer?"
Such a description made the evil spirits feel tremendously insulted.
A priest could actually be shameless, cruel, and greedy to such an extent!
Compared to this guy, the evil spirits' killing methods over the past decades were simply like playing house.
"Are you... really going to force us to a dead end?" The evil spirit Marcus gritted his teeth and spoke.
William's eyes lit up: "You still have a trump card? That's great."
"Despair after going all out is more effective at crushing the mind, isn't it? I look forward to your performance on the operating table."
After speaking, he immediately raised his hand and swiped.
The "Small bump" trapping the Marcus evil spirit instantly floated into the air.
"Stop! Just now was a misunderstanding, I was just talking tough...!"
Marcus's trembling voice echoed within the laboratory.
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