Extraordinary North America: Where are the magical partners?

Chapter 18 A Knock on the Door Late at Night
At night, in the museum.

"strangeness."

Father Amos looked at Rango carefully for a few times, frowned and asked in confusion: "Didn't you say that all the earthbound spirits in the house have been dealt with? Why do you look more listless than before?"

Rango smiled awkwardly when he heard this. First he worked for sixty hours straight without sleep, and then he became a "Ghost Rider" before rushing to work the night shift, and he rode two horses at a time. It would be strange if he was in good spirits.

Waving his hand, he took out the high-quality cigar he had brought with him, cut off the round end, lit it, and threw it to the old man.

After getting along with each other before, Rango found that although this guy was just a one-to-one replica of the statue, he perfectly inherited the original owner's smoking addiction.

He smoked two packs of cigarettes last night, and he's not afraid of getting lung cancer.

Looking at Amos sucking the cigar smoke greedily like a hungry ghost, Rango smiled and said, "I have brought you what you want, but you have to promise me something."

Amos glanced at Rango, and after enjoying the momentary pleasure brought by nicotine, he shook his body and asked, "Have you taken everything out of the box?"

“Got it!”

Rango nodded. He had already opened the wooden box buried under the poplar tree on the way back to New York.

There weren't many things in it, only five to be exact.

And he had already used two of them himself.

One is a golden brass knuckles engraved with a black holy cross. The practical effect is amazing. With the blessing of this brass knuckles, dealing with those ordinary undead ghosts is as easy as chopping melons and vegetables.

The other was a can of concentrated holy water. Following Amos' instructions, he carefully drew two drops of holy water and dropped them into his eyes. Afterwards, he was able to look directly into the spirits hiding in the dark.

The holy water painted on the walls of the basement was also applied by him after dilution. Although he only poured less than one twentieth of the holy water, the effect was unexpectedly good. The earthbound spirits that came into contact with the holy water dissolved on the spot in a short time without him having to do anything.

In addition, the wooden box also contained a cross emitting a faint silver glow, an old Colt carved revolver, and a Bible with a yellowed cover.

As Rango displayed these items one by one, Amos, who was originally immersed in smoking, couldn't help but put down the cigar in his hand, his eyes full of complicated emotions.

He gently picked up the Bible, his eyes revealing deep nostalgia and emotion:

"In my long life, I have performed more than 160,000 exorcisms. Many of them were dangerous. But as long as I picked up this Bible and read the scriptures aloud, God's power would come and help me repel the darkness."

Then he suddenly thought of something, and said with a strange look on his face: "Of course, your grandfather also contributed to this. There was one time when I had one foot in hell, and it was he who saved me from the devil with his fists and bullets, wearing brass knuckles and holding a revolver."

"It's a pity that he was bewitched by the devil and actually left the Church to get married and have children. Otherwise, he should be enjoying happiness with me in heaven now."

After some emotion, Amos stroked the other items one by one, his face full of nostalgia for the past.

Seeing this, Rango also understood that the holy water, cross and Bible in the box were all things Amos had used, while the Holy Cross knuckles and the carved revolver were those used by his grandfather.

As expected of the ancestor of the Wen family, even his methods of exorcism are so violent and hardcore!
Rango only felt that his respect for his grandfather increased a little bit.

"correct."

He picked up the silver revolver with mysterious patterns carved on it, played with it for a few times, and then asked, "How effective is this revolver against spirits? I saw that it was full of bullets, but there were no spare bullets, so I didn't want to use it."

"Use this gun against an earthbound spirit?!"

Amos said with relief on his face, "Fortunately you didn't do anything, otherwise Anderson would definitely be so angry that he would crawl out of hell and beat you up!"

He took the pistol, stroked the inscription on it, and said mysteriously: "Boy, believe me, the power of this gun is absolutely beyond your imagination."

Opening the magazine and looking at the golden bullet with a black holy cross engraved on the bullet tip, Amos slowly said, "The bullets for this gun are made from holy objects that have been worshipped in the Vatican for more than a hundred years, and are blessed by the Pope himself. There are very few of them left in the world, and ordinary demons are not even qualified to be shot!"

After hearing this, Rango understood. He nodded in understanding and immediately took the gun back from Amos.

This may be the most precious legacy left to him by his grandfather. He must make sure that every bullet is used where it should be used, such as the Yellow-Eyed Devil. After putting the revolver on his belt, Rango picked up the holy water and looked at Amos, "It's time to get down to business, old man. I brought you the cigar you asked for. Don't forget what you promised me."

"Old man?"

Amos said unhappily, "According to seniority, you should call me grandpa!"

After mumbling a few words, he put out his cigar, solemnly put the silver cross in the wooden box on his chest, and gently held up the yellowed Bible with both hands.

This was the agreement Rango had made with him before. He brought what Amos wanted, and in return the legendary exorcist personally opened his eyes.

That’s right, the previous method of dropping holy water into the eyes was just an ordinary emergency method. If one wanted to completely see all the ghosts and undead spirits in the world, including evil spirits and demons, one could only rely on the blessing of a priest to do so.

At this moment, Amos was wearing a solemn black robe with purple shoulder straps moving in the wind. The cross on his chest was shining brightly under the light, and it contrasted with his face, which was full of traces of time but still kind. It seemed as if he was surrounded by a holy light, which made people feel awe involuntarily.

Rango was secretly surprised when he saw this. Logically speaking, the resurrected model only had a part of the original owner's memory, but Amos at this time did not look like an ordinary model statue.

As Amos made the sign of the cross on his chest, low and solemn scriptures echoed in the museum, praying for God's grace and guidance for Rango.

Although he had only a vague idea of ​​what was going on, Rango still stood there obediently, with his hands clasped together and his head slightly lowered, pretending to be pious.

An unknown amount of time had passed, but just when he was feeling drowsy, Amos dipped his hand in the holy water.

Then she applied it on his eyelids while reciting scriptures that he could not understand.

Finally, after making the sign of the Holy Cross on his forehead, he handed the cross on his chest to Rango.

Although Rango, who had already been informed of the ritual process, felt a little uncomfortable, he still bowed his head and kissed the cross.

The next second, he felt a burning sensation in his eyes, and just as he cried out in pain, a refreshing coolness surged up over him.

Blinking hard, he turned his head and looked around.

After the consecration, Amos had thrown away the Bible and lit up his cigar, puffing away smoke as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

In the museum on the second floor, apart from them, there were only people in the window looking curiously at the various models here, which had not changed at all compared to before.

"Is this the end?"

Rango asked suspiciously, "You're not lying to me, are you? Why hasn't anything changed?"

"That's right," Amos replied, shaking his head. "You can't find ghosts everywhere, let alone demons that require sacrifice to appear."

After saying this, he lay down and immersed himself in the curling smoke, as if the troubles in the outside world had nothing to do with him.

Seeing this, Rango shrugged and put all the items such as the Bible and the cross back into the wooden box.

Although he is not religious, almost all of these things are treasures for exorcism, so it is always better to keep them for safety.

After instructing Amos to go into the cupboard after smoking, Rango returned to the hall on the first floor.

It was no different here than last night, with Teddy soundly sleeping and Megan teasing Stan with a bone.

He twisted his neck casually, picked up a chair and sat down, then put his feet on the table and prepared to take a nap.

However, his eyes were closed for a short while before he suddenly opened them again and looked towards the museum gate with sharp eyes.

The next second, there was a rapid knock on the door.

(End of this chapter)