The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 4250 Possession by an Evil Spirit (Part 30)
“Do you think I should count on you?” Linda asked. “No, I won’t count on anyone anymore. Everyone has abandoned me, and now I can only rely on myself.”

“I’m glad you think that way,” Kent said. “I’m not trying to help you, but to do something on my own. The evil things that happened in this town should be known to everyone, and I’m going to expose them to the public. Not just you, but your parents, your children, your neighbors and relatives, those religious people, the town government and the police… Everyone should know clearly what they did and didn’t do back then.”

"Does it make sense?"

"Of course. You might think that these people won't change. They may be in high positions now and don't care if someone brings up things from so many years ago. They think we can't shake them, but no, we can."

"If they were truly fearless, they wouldn't have chosen to cover it up when it happened. The fact that they desperately suppressed the news, erased the existence of the victims, and prevented anyone from speaking out about it proves that they were terrified."

"If they weren't afraid of us, why would they want to wipe us out? And the more they fear something, the more we should do it. When you hear someone roar, it means you've hit a nerve, and what you need to do is push harder until they give in. They will eventually fail."

“Really?” Linda said with a hint of disdain, “Whether they were doing these things or now, no one has paid any price for it, not a single one.”

“I know that in the society they have created, they are like gods, and no one can defy them. People who grow up in such a society will feel that they are invincible. But if you look at it from another perspective, you will understand that they are just losers in another sense.”

Kent took a step closer, looked into Linda's eyes, and said, "If they're really that powerful, why don't they rule Los Angeles? Why don't they rule Washington? Why don't they unify all the states and convert them all to cults? Is it that they don't want to?"

Linda just stared at him blankly. Kent shook his head and said, "No, they're practically delusional. Big cities are a million times more extravagant and glamorous than you imagine. Nobody doesn't want to be at the top of the world, wielding power and influence. Compared to that, what is a small town like this?"

Kent pointed a finger out the door and said, "Even the best attraction in town—that waterfall—is pitifully small. It's not even close to being the largest waterfall in the world, let alone ranking among the top in Utah. The town may have been glorious in the past, but can it ever compare to San Francisco back in the day?"

"Not only are they inferior, they are far inferior. Even if you have never been outside and have never heard of what's happening outside, you should know that the place you live in is very, very small, practically insignificant. Those big shots in your eyes are as insignificant as ants in the eyes of those who are truly at the top of the pyramid."

"They didn't go to the big cities to compete with the real elites, to climb up step by step to reach the real peak, simply because they couldn't. They were losers in the competition at a higher level, and they lost miserably. They couldn't even stay in the big cities to live the lowest level of life, so they could only slink back to these remote places and become local tyrants."

Kent scoffed and continued, "What you'd gain from ruling this town is probably less than what you'd get from setting up a street stall in Los Angeles. After all, how many Michelin-starred restaurants started from the streets? What future do you have here? You can't really expect to turn this place into San Francisco, can you?"

"So you have nothing to be afraid of. The people who hurt you before can rely not on the advancement of this place, but precisely on its backwardness. Where civilization has not reached, barbarism dares to run rampant. Even a random federal congressman could crush these mountain bandits like an insect."

Linda gave a complicated look, and Kent immediately realized that she probably knew something.

Then Linda laughed to herself again and said, "You're right, that's how they got crushed to death."

Then she lowered her eyes and said, "What about the councilors? They should be considered important people, right?"

"Which councilor are you referring to? If it's a city councilor, we need to focus on the younger ones. Most of them are newcomers to their parties and their families must have some connections. Becoming a councilor at such a young age means they have a bright future."

"But that's only something to look forward to in the future. Very few people can rise from small towns to the big political stage. Most of the current members of Congress come from big cities. And even among members of Congress, there are always people more powerful than them, not to mention the large corporations that control the government. Not to mention ordinary people, even the wealthy cannot compete with them."

"Then why did you say you would make everyone pay the price?"

"Yes, I dare say this because I am a journalist. I know very well what they are afraid of. For these people, social death is something more terrifying than physical death, which means that they will fall into an endless abyss of emptiness and suffer endless torment."

Linda looked on with longing. But then she bent down and began sharpening the pointed stick, saying, “I don’t know what a reporter is, or what you can do, but if you want to do it, I won’t bother you. If you want to know anything, go look in the alley at the end of the street east of this house.”

Before leaving the house, Kent gave her a deep look and said softly, "I'm never good at letting people down."

And as soon as he left, the evil spirit practically leaped out. Its face was contorted with rage. Without a word, it gripped Linda's neck tightly.

Linda was pinned to the table, unable to move. She struggled desperately, then grabbed the sharpened stick with one hand and stabbed it backward. The evil spirit felt no pain, but the blow repelled it. Linda turned around.

The moment she saw the agent's face, she froze for a second, but she quickly realized what was going on. Without holding back, she gripped the harpoon tightly with both hands, bent her knees slightly, exerted all her strength, roared, and pierced the evil spirit's body with the harpoon, pushing him directly outside the door.

She whirled around, pulled out the harpoon, and gasped, "You shouldn't have come looking for me, you bastard!"

The evil spirit continued its act, clutching its wound and groaning, "My God, how could you do this to me? Have you forgotten that we went for a walk by the lake together, and I even wanted to teach you how to fish..."

"Shut up!!!" Linda roared again. The evil spirit's words completely enraged her, and she struck again with her fork, knocking down the evil spirit that was just trying to get up.

The evil spirit cursed inwardly: Why can't he feel any power in this body? He's a grown man, how come he's not as strong as Linda?

Although Linda was born strong and had done manual labor for several years, giving her considerable strength, she hadn't received any training and didn't even know how to generate power. Relying solely on brute force, she couldn't even handle this evil spirit. He didn't think it was his own weakness; it was all because his damned body wasn't strong enough. If only he could get that big guy's body…

He had barely thought that when he felt a cold wind sweep past his back. A pair of pale hands appeared in front of him and then tightly gripped his neck.

That familiar, irresistible force surged forth once more, and even the evil spirit, utterly immune to physical harm, panicked. He even felt a suffocating sensation from the terrifying attack. He was a ghost! How could he be strangled?!

The evil spirit began to struggle desperately, flailing its arms and legs wildly. It possessed some supernatural power, and in a moment of burst, it could unleash considerable strength. But those hands seemed welded to its neck, remaining completely still.

Even more terrifying, he felt the curse planted within him suddenly come alive, beginning to devour his own power. This guy knows dark magic?!
The evil spirit was truly panicked. It couldn't even forcefully possess the body like before and was completely unable to leave it. But if it stayed like this, it would definitely be worn down to death.

The evil spirit let out a terrified scream, and with its last ounce of strength, lunged forward. In that instant, it felt the force behind it loosen, but it knew that it hadn't broken free on its own.

He scrambled to his feet, looking rather disheveled, and saw a pale face hidden in the darkness, while the gaze was almost tangible, fixed intently on him. The man's smile told him that he was enjoying the thrill of the chase.

The evil spirit lay on the ground, panting heavily. As he turned and got up, he saw Linda. Linda stood there, stunned, as if she didn't quite understand what had happened.

She knew the evil spirit had attacked her, and she had fought back, but she wasn't actually that strong; those two moves had exhausted most of her strength. She was about to fight back, but unexpectedly, a pair of hands suddenly appeared in the darkness, and then the creature looked like it was about to die.

“He was right…” Linda murmured to herself. A somewhat dazed, self-deprecating smile appeared on her face. “They are nothing…nothing at all…”

She muttered to herself as she walked back. The evil spirit wanted to chase after her, but seeing the blood-stained harpoon in her hand, it hesitated and retreated.

He was indeed immune to physical harm, but now that he was imprisoned in this body, if someone were to take it down and lock it up anywhere, it would be tantamount to sealing him away. Linda was also very strong; subduing him wouldn't be a problem, and he dared not take the risk.

Besides, there's something even more troublesome than this woman. That damn big guy, who looks like an athlete, turns out to be a reporter! If what's going on in this town gets out, everything's over. He absolutely can't let him do that.

The evil spirit gritted its teeth, struggling to move its body, which was already half-unresponsive, as it chased after Kent in the direction he had gone. It knew where Linda was referring to.

Kent, who had already reached the east side of the street, found a tiny basement entrance on the side of the house on the west side, barely large enough for one person to squeeze through. Being quite large, he struggled to get in. And as soon as he entered, he saw a scene that utterly horrified him.