I'm an antique shop owner, so it's reasonable for me to know some magic

Chapter 339 Have you figured out how to apologize?

A dull explosion sounded, followed by a strong vibration.

Su Fan frowned and listened for a while, then moved to another place and stomped his foot again.

He really couldn't directly use his spiritual sense to search for the high-level cult believers underground, but it was more than enough to locate them by listening to the sound.

Except for doomsday bunkers dug to withstand nuclear explosions or secret underground military projects, most civilian underground buildings are not too deep.

So based on the principles of playing whack-a-mole and selecting watermelons, Su Fan prepared to shake the ground nearby.

Who knows, you might be able to find a special place with a thin skin and a big filling, and bring justice to the other party directly.

After repeating this several times and constantly changing locations, Su Fan suddenly stopped and turned his head to look not far away.

A figure holding a flashlight was heading in his direction.

Dirty overalls, a brown plaid shirt, and a straw hat.

Judging from his dress, he is just an old-fashioned country farmer living alone, nothing special about him.

But if you look closely, you can see that the other person walks steadily.

It can be seen that he has received combat training.

A smile suddenly appeared on Su Fan's lips.

In the past, once someone started arguing, a group of passers-by would quickly gather around to join in the fun.

But this is not a large Eastern country with strict mandatory control, and accidental discharges of guns are common, so when there is any unusual movement, many people's first reaction is to speed up and leave.

The noise he made while playing whack-a-mole was as loud as a grenade explosion. A normal person would have hidden somewhere long ago, but this old man actually dared to come up to him...

It seems there is something hidden.

Su Fan slowly walked out of the big hole he had stepped into before.

And at this moment, the old man holding a flashlight came forward.

"Were you also attracted here by that noise?"

When the old farmer saw Su Fan standing by the pit with a thoughtful look on his face, he naturally thought he was someone who came to check out the cause.

However, the former reacted quickly. After taking a quick glance at Su Fan's clothes, he narrowed his old eyes.

"You're not from this neighborhood, are you?"

"Yes. I was traveling nearby and I heard the roar and found this place."

The old farmer's eyes swept over the canvas bag on Su Fan's shoulder, which contained something unknown, and his expression eased a little.

"There are often coyotes around here... In addition, there are traces of brown bears. Camping alone at night will cause trouble..."

"If you don't mind, you can spend the night at my farm. It's not far from here, only 500 meters."

The old farmer carefully observed Su Fan's expression as he spoke. Seeing that the latter agreed after a little thought, his doubts were dispelled a little.

Su Fan followed the other person and walked towards a house not far away. On the way, they also talked about the local customs and culture nearby.

"You didn't meet any young people on your way here?"

As they were chatting, the old farmer suddenly asked a somewhat strange question.

"No. The young man you are talking about is..."

"It's those little bastards who haven't even reached adulthood yet."

The old farmer cursed the teenagers in a very natural tone, and even his expression showed disgust and anger.

"If you encounter them, be careful. This is an outer rural area. Young people and their family members are different from normal people."

"Barbaric, ignorant, ignorant and rude."

"They are more like animals controlled by primitive desires than humans."

"Yeah."

Su Fan recalled the so-called minors he had met before and felt that this was quite consistent.

The old farmer sighed when he heard that Su Fan's tone did not change.

"It seems that you didn't listen, so why not listen to my story."

Three years ago, a couple from the city came to visit the area and chose a beautiful lake nearby as their picnic spot.

But as luck would have it, that place was the territory of a group of young people living nearby.

Naturally, friction arose between the two sides, resulting in casualties.

"As a result, no one ever saw the couple again, and the only one left of the group of teenagers was the leader."

"According to the person who survived, the couple became violent and killed their partner during the fight. In order to save their lives, they had no choice but to fight back."

"In the absence of evidence, whatever the survivor says is true."

Su Fan spoke lightly, attracting the old farmer's attention.

He didn't expect that the young man would understand what he meant so quickly.

"You're right."

"Because after that, there were some rumors soon..."

"For example, someone discovered traces of burning in the woods next to the lake..."

"For example, someone saw a woman in a couple, covered in mud, rushing into a house party in town to ask for help..."

“Incidentally, those who were gathering nearby at the time were the families of that group of young people.”

"However, these could not be used as evidence in the police investigation, so they were treated as ordinary missing persons and the case was hastily closed."

At this point, the answer is obvious.

That group of lawless young people used a series of means to kill the male couple.

The remaining women fought for their lives and thought they saw the light, but they unexpectedly stepped into hell.

In order to "avenge" and not to hinder the children's future, the group of parents secretly dealt with the woman and tacitly announced to the outside world that they could not find any trace of the woman.

"If you really encounter similar groups in the countryside, try not to provoke them and try to protect yourself."

At the end, the old farmer made a summary, which was also his kind reminder to Su Fan.

"Don't worry, I won't give them the chance to do anything."

Su Fan nodded.

"Ah That's good."

The old farmer felt something was wrong when he heard this, but when he saw the young man beside him took the advice, he didn't think much about it.

But I heard the young man next to me suddenly ask the first question since they met.

"You said earlier that those gangs were barbaric and evil, ignorant and rude... What do you think caused all this? Who is responsible?"

"Born evil or created by the environment... who knows about such things."

The old farmer quickened his pace a little.

He could feel the young man behind him, his clear black eyes always staring at him.

It was as if it was going to envelope him.

In that sight, it seemed that nothing could escape his gaze. This strange feeling made him subconsciously want to escape.

An eerie silence fell between the two.

Until the farm with lights on came closer, the old farmer took out the key, opened the door, and invited Su Fan in.

As you step through the door, all you see are books and some ornaments.

Animal fur, deer heads, carpets, motorcycle helmets...

The only strange thing was that there was no wine stored, and even the glass cabinet was filled with cigars.

After looking for a while, Su Fan found the main reason why there was no wine.

On the table in front of him was a photo of the other person when he was young, wearing clergyman's clothes and a cross around his neck.

Christians can smoke, but they cannot get drunk.

Apparently, although the old farmer is no longer a priest, he still maintains the habits from that time.

"Your room is on the left side of the stairs. It's getting late. It's almost time to rest."

"I wish you a good dream tonight."

After saying this, the old farmer disappeared from Su Fan's sight.

He did not return to his bedroom where he usually rested, but went down the stairs to the basement.

Open the door and you will see many books and materials inside.

He came to the desk and sat down, then took out a black photo album from the drawer and opened it.

In the silent study, the only sound was the sound of him flipping through the photo album.

"I'm sorry, Laura."

He looked at the girl in the photo album and whispered to himself.

"Because of me, you have been unable to live with your mother... and you have been exposed to dark rituals and beliefs."

"As a believer and as a father, I should have stopped you...but I chose to protect you..."

"I am a failed priest and even more of a failed father..."

More than forty years ago, when he was still a priest, he met a woman during the Vatican's special action against cultists.

He should have been arrested and handed over, but somehow he was hidden and even had sex with him and gave birth to a child.

Due to his sensitive identity, he can only live with his child by himself, but due to his negligence, his ten-year-old daughter has developed a strong interest in the dark rituals and cults he has been studying and cracking...

The tragedy of her mother happened to her daughter. Laura left home before she turned 18 and was never heard from again.

When they met again, she had become a high-level cult member full of darkness and evil.

The reason for coming back is to perform a sacrificial ceremony on the devil and gain power from it.

The joy of recovering what he had lost overwhelmed his reason, and the old farmer did not report it, but instead deceived himself into thinking that the other party had corrected his behavior.

Even though he knew that murders were happening one after another around him, he was still hesitant and wavering.

It was not until the young man mentioned the word "responsibility" that he made up his mind to correct his mistakes and shoulder the responsibilities as a father and a clergyman.

His daughter Laura has already killed five people, and he can't let her continue.

The old farmer stopped flipping through the photo album and looked up.

An ordinary-looking woman with sunken eye sockets stood in front of the desk at some point.

Her face was haggard, with wrinkles as deep as if they were carved with a knife. She looked almost the same age as her father, and could be described as neither human nor ghost.

One was sitting and the other was standing, with a desk in between.

The former's eyes were full of guilt and sorrow, while the latter's were empty and cold like a puppet.

Because for her, the words spoken by her biological father could not generate any emotional resonance in her.

She looked down at the old farmer as he raised his hand, just like she was watching an actor on stage who was acting poorly and moving himself.

The right hand that had been placed on his leg actually took out a revolver.

The black muzzle of the gun was pointed at the woman's forehead, and then he slowly pressed down the hammer with his thumb.

As someone who had fought against cultists before, he knew very well that once the ritual began, it would be impossible to end it.

Either complete the sacrifice and offer the souls of six people to the devil to gain extremely powerful strength, or fail halfway and be killed by the devil and die in great pain.

In this case, it would be better for me, the one who gave her life, to take it back with my own hands, so that her soul will not be contaminated by the filthy demon again.

"Don't worry, Laura, you won't be alone in hell. I'll be here to accompany you soon."

The old farmer, with tears in his eyes, was about to pull the trigger.

But he suddenly found that the muzzle of the revolver in his hand was softening rapidly.

Then, an intense burning sensation went straight from his palm to his brain, causing the old farmer's hand to tremble and he dropped the gun on the ground!

Seeing that the situation was not good, he subconsciously wanted to take out another one, but his elbow suddenly bent back and then fell down weakly!

"Don't you think it's a little too late to stop me now?"

The woman finally spoke, her voice hoarse.

"Since the ceremony began, I can feel my power growing. Now, a mere gun is already a threat to me."

She took out a small knife from her pocket, passed by the old farmer, and cut his artery.

The woman smeared the blood gushing from the goat's neck on her lips and kissed the black goat wooden sculpture she carried with her in ecstasy.

Then, without even looking at the gradually cooling corpse on the ground, he walked towards the secret passage inside the study.

After walking all the way, we finally came to a secret basement full of candles.

Horrible statues stand on pillars all around, and in the center is a stone altar.

On the pentagram sacrificial circle, there are necklaces, cups of black oil and other objects.

She took a deep breath, her expression rarely showing excitement.

There is only one person left, who will obtain the supreme power bestowed by the devil from hell.

The target at this moment should be in the police station's guard room.

How could the incompetent police stop her actions? They were probably already fast asleep at this moment.

The life of this young man whom no one cares about will become her last step towards eternal life!
With her heart pounding, the woman named Laura couldn't help but dance.

The chaotic and unsystematic dance steps raised up dust and shook the candlelight.

She kept spinning, and everything in her vision became blurred. Her black skirt was lifted up, and the blood that had not yet dried on it was clearly visible.

After turning around for an unknown number of times, a voice suddenly rang out.

"Stop dancing, it's ugly."

The calm and indifferent voice seemed extremely abrupt in the scene, and it made Laura's movements suddenly pause.

She turned her head suddenly and saw a young man holding a book, leaning against a pillar, turning the pages slowly.

"After all, she has never received proper dance education. Her movements are just like a jumping female lizard. It's disgusting to watch."

"There's no beauty in the spinning, it's just like a spinning top."

The young man paused and looked up, with a hint of teasing in his eyes.

"Have you figured out how to apologize for letting me see this kind of rubbish?"

(End of this chapter)