All Gods: I am a master of all professions, who dares to oppose me?

Mary Shaw's prolonged invincibility swelled her ego, leading her to believe that nothing in the world could harm her.

Decades of life in Revansfield not only confined Mary Shaw's soul but also limited her vision.

After all, you can't expect a craftsman who has focused on making dolls for two lifetimes to understand what firepower coverage or high-yield joy means.

According to the plot, Mary Shaw died around 1940. When the Americans were barbecuing in Hiroshima, Mary Shaw was still gathering power in her coffin and was unaware of the little boy's power, which is quite normal.

After its second life, it focused on creating undead dolls, so it paid little attention to outside information...

Therefore, although Mary Shaw "lived" for a long time, she was still a "simple" evil spirit. In her world, ordinary firearms were already the upper limit of power.

Fang Chang's appearance was a first for Mary Shaw; it was the first time a power beyond her comprehension had appeared.

This is also why it withdrew the puppets and stopped attacking.

It wants to figure out Fang Chang's situation first before deciding whether to continue and in what way to do so.

It's just bad, not stupid.

"Who are you...?"

A low, hoarse voice faded away on the night wind above the centuries-old town.

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The next day, early in the morning.

After a quick breakfast, Fang Chang noticed the dark circles under their eyes and guessed that they hadn't slept well the night before.

Come to think of it, how could an ordinary person sleep peacefully after experiencing such a bizarre event?

Hey, that’s not right!

Jamie didn't have dark circles under his eyes; in fact, he even seemed a little excited.

"Ahem, what are we going to do today?" Jamie leaned forward and asked in a light tone.

After what happened yesterday, Jamie realized that Dr. Fang, whom he met on the way, was no ordinary person, and might even be the legendary "exorcist"!

The doctor was just a disguise he was using!

He had begun to suspect this when Fang Chang used kitchen seasonings to treat his sprained ankle!

The treatment method is completely unimportant; it's all a charade! Dr. Fang's real skill lies in his exorcist's miraculous abilities!

Seeing Jamie's increasingly dangerous gaze, Fang Chang figured that if Jamie had a control panel, it would probably be displaying a number like this:

[IQ -1]

[IQ -1]

[IQ -1]

At first glance, Jamie's face was screaming "I'm asking for trouble."

Compared to the tragic young man in the original series who returned to his hometown to search for clues after his wife's tragic death, Jamie now seems to have completely unleashed his true nature.

Each time, he narrowly escaped danger, giving Jamie the illusion that he was visiting a haunted house—thrilling and exciting, but not dangerous.

Fang Chang really wanted to remind him that his father, with whom he had a deep-seated hatred, had already secretly been reincarnated, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

Bad news will come sooner or later, so why not wait until it comes later?

Just as Fang Chang was about to say something, the phone rang inside the room.

"Dingling bell~~"

The old-fashioned telephone emitted a familiar, nostalgic ringtone that Fang Chang found quite nostalgic.

"Hello?"

The old man answered the phone, but a series of unintelligible noises came from the other end. After a few seconds, the noises gradually subsided and quieted down.

“Jam…Jam…Jam…”

The old man was momentarily flustered as he repeatedly muttered Jamie's name inside, and looked up at Fang Chang.

"You answer it." Fang Chang gestured for Jamie to take the call. The other party specifically asked you to answer it; if I answered it, wouldn't that be disrespectful to them?

"Who are you?" Jamie asked boldly. With Dr. Fang by his side, even gods and demons would retreat!

"Jamie, I am your father." The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly became clear and normal, but after the strange opening, no one would believe that the other party was really Jamie's father.

“There are some things I need to tell you the truth about—about your mother, about this town, about our family,” the voice on the other end of the phone continued. “I’ll be waiting for you at the Lakeside Theater tonight at ten o’clock.”

At this point, the phone went dead; the other end hung up, seemingly not wanting Jamie to have a chance to refuse the offer.

Jamie, holding the phone, turned to look at Fang Chang, blinked, and his eyes revealed a mixture of excitement and fear.

"Dr. Fang, what do we do next?"

Fang Chang stretched and said, "What else can we do but go and keep the appointment?"

"Lisa, you stay here. Jamie and I are going out for a bit. If we're lucky, we'll be back before dinner."

"Bad luck?" Jamie blurted out instinctively.

“Bad luck…” Fang Chang glanced at Jamie expressionlessly, then turned and walked outside. “Bad luck, we’ll have dinner outside.”

If you can't be the straight man, don't force it!

"But don't you think this is a trap, Dr. Fang? Why should we go?"

"I call this turning a passive situation into an active one!"

"Then why don't we go at 10 p.m. as agreed?"

"If it tells you to die, would you also die? This is called catching someone off guard!"

"That……"

"Alright, shut up. I'm conserving my energy to exorcise the demon. I don't want to waste any more of my precious strength."

Lisa watched the two figures walk further and further away from the window, and unconsciously clenched her hands.

Revansfield, Lakeside Theatre.

Fang Chang and Jamie stood by the roadside, gazing at the theater covered in ivy.

The lake was covered with long, green algae, and occasionally some household garbage floated on the surface, giving the entire lake a deep, dark green hue.

The dilapidated theater stood like an isolated island in the middle of the lake. From above, it resembled a watery eye, within which flowed a resentment that could not be concealed.

“We might have to row over there,” Jamie said, stroking his chin.

“It wasn’t us.” Fang Chang stared intently at the theater, and under his spiritual vision, he felt that the entire building was shrouded in a faint black mist.

"Huh?" Jamie was a little confused.

"What I mean is, the two of us are here to deal with the evil spirits, let's just go wild and slaughter them." Fang Chang made a gesture with his arms crossed, drawing a circle, and then pointed at Jamie:

“You’re in charge of ‘cawing,’ and I’ll be in charge of ‘running around killing.’”

Jamie's excellent translation skills allowed him to instantly understand the meaning.

Without giving Jamie any room to indulge his reckless desires, Fang Chang jumped onto a small boat on the lake. With the flow of his magic, the water surface rippled slightly, and the boat automatically headed towards the lake theater.

Well, the reason I say "flow of mana" is without specifying which skill the mana is transferred to...

All I can say is that those who understand will understand, and those who don't won't understand even if I explain. Don't ask, because the interests involved are too great!

After all, if every skill usage were described in very straightforward terms, it would probably go something like this—Fang Chang lightly jumped onto the small boat, magical energy flowing behind him, several transparent tentacles vigorously paddling in the water, propelling the boat forward…

The scene was too beautiful, and Fang Chang refused to watch it.