Exorcist of the American Nightmares

Chapter 349: Chapter 349: Changes in the Mysterious Toy House



After a long while, under the quietly flowing candlelight of the Pluto Church, York looked again at the spot where Belial had just disappeared, carefully making sure of it.

He really couldn't sense anything, and the feeling of being watched had finally vanished.

This meant that Belial was indeed no longer there.

Although he didn't know the purpose of Belial, one of the seven great monarchs of Hell, who also held the title of Satan and was in the same rank as Lucifer, such significant figures had already transcended common human understanding. For such entities, possessing someone or doing something drastic was merely a trivial amusement.

It could be said that such characters fundamentally deviated from the usual behaviors of ordinary demons.

What they would do was, at most, maintain the facade of Hell.

"So Lucifer really went to look for the Earth plane of my past life?" York muttered to himself, looking at the scroll in his hand, confirming that Belial had truly vanished.

If there was anything related to the name Joseph Johnson, it would be the Earth plane from his past life.

In his understanding, he had been involved in a car accident due to an accident, for some reason, his soul and consciousness merged with York, his current self, forming a new soul primarily based on Joseph Johnson.

That is to say, he was both Joseph Johnson and York, but also neither.

So, through this loophole, after making a deal with Lucifer, he had managed to kill an archbishop who tried to subvert the church by dealing with a great demon.

Eventually, after Lucifer's power mysteriously disappeared, the system suddenly appeared.

Thinking back on everything, York found himself increasingly troubled by the thoughts and eventually decided not to think about it anymore.

"Let things take their course naturally, no matter what. If Lucifer has found the Earth plane of my past life, He will surely come for me, and besides, having a big shot to uncover the truth behind my situation is something to look forward to."

York took a deep breath and didn't dwell too deeply, pressing down the complex thoughts in his mind. For him, things that couldn't be meddled with or prevented had to be left to take their course naturally. After all, he couldn't do much at the moment. Lucifer was capable enough on his own, and York certainly couldn't just run over to stop him or do anything else.

Putting all thoughts aside, York decided to deal with the matters at hand, and finally looked at the scroll Belial had just given him.

The scroll, sealed with traditional fire lacquer, looked no different from the rolls typically used by Western nobility, except for its material and texture.

This was an official devil's contract scroll; once a deal was made, the devil would truly give it his all.

But not everyone was qualified to deal with a devil of this level. Apart from the scroll itself, it also depended on the devil's will, both of which were indispensable.

"This guy said he controls the power of death," remembering Belial's words, York had some insight.

"It could probably bring the dead back to life."

Thinking this, York could still feel the gap between himself and such high-level figures.

After all, he did not have such miraculous abilities, just his own self.

Of course, if he really had to compare, he also had abilities like enchantments and blessings, which he guessed might have unimaginable effects in the end.

York was lost in thought for so long he didn't realize how much time had passed until one of the candles next to him burned out, jolting him back to reality.

"Forget it, let's just take things one step at a time."

York casually withdrew his hand, and the scroll instantly disappeared, appearing in his mind.

This was the peculiar nature of such scrolls.

It was simply a manifestation of his consciousness; Belial had merely allowed him to see it, or it could be said that Belial had left his mark on him.

This meant that in addition to being targeted by Lucifer, he was now also under Belial's watch.

This made York crack a wry smile.

Being targeted by two Satan-level figures, both monarchs of Hell, had its good and bad sides.

On the good side, such experiences could make some demons or others think twice and not dare to mess with him, fearing they might provoke Lucifer and Belial.

On the bad side, he did not know what these two had planned for him.

"So should I say this is good or bad?" York shook his head, stood up, and headed to the backyard.

In the backyard, he prayed sincerely to the small mounds of earth and to all the suffering people he had encountered along the way, which he had voluntarily taken on as his karmic duty after accepting mission rewards.

Just like the case of the female corpse, Janet Laurie, a victim of the 1962 Salem witch trials, was also among them.

After a long absence

 from prayer, York finally snuffed out all the candles still burning in the church and then soared into the sky towards the home he had not lived in for a whole year.

However, as soon as he arrived, something very unexpected happened.

It might have been an illusion, but through the now vastly different holographic image, he actually spotted an unexpected person next to his neighbor's house.

Hannah, the female hacker he had fortuitously saved earlier and with whom he had ongoing cooperation, was also here.

"What's going on?"

York descended from the sky and looked at the villa next door through the holographic image.

Inside the completely closed room, he saw Hannah sitting on a chair, absorbed in playing with a laptop in front of her, wearing a tiny vest that barely covered her ample bosom and just underwear, her large black-rimmed glasses framing her focused face.

Casually ignoring Hannah's alluring physique, his gaze shifted to the laptop screen.

He couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle at the information displayed.

The screen showed a webpage about Archbishop York.

Unfortunately, even with Hannah's high-level hacking skills, she wouldn't find much information.

Because documents related to him, even his personal information, were mostly circulated in text form and never appeared on the internet.

For the church, the internet meant insecurity and instability. Information retention was best managed through text.

"So, it was you who bought El's villa, Hannah," York chuckled as he walked slowly towards the home where he had lived for many years.

Piecing everything together, he finally understood why Hannah had been out of contact; apparently, it was to surprise him. Although he knew through church channels that she was safe, he really didn't expect Hannah to move next door, just when he was leaving, thus missing each other.

"What a great surprise, Hannah." York shook his head, reached the door, and expertly unlocked it with his key.

After entering, he waved his right hand, and Erin, who had likely become exhausted from the long journey and from tidying up the house in anticipation of his return, floated from the sofa where she was sleeping toward her room, finally lying on her bed with her phone resting on a nearby table.

As the blanket automatically covered Erin, York did not head to his own room but towards the basement.

At this point, he hardly seemed human; he didn't need to sleep, tire, bathe, or even breathe, as his body would automatically filter out impurities.

His skin could substitute for the functions of breathing.

The reason he still performed tasks like brushing his teeth and bathing was that he didn't want to forget that he was once human.

He feared that as time passed, he would lose all interest in life and become like a machine, devoid of any joy.

"Fortunately, I still have sexual impulses, which means my instincts haven't disappeared," York mused, recalling the physical and mental reactions he felt upon seeing Hannah's curvaceous body.

He joked, not wanting to become some sort of eunuch.

With this thought, York reached the room connected to the basement, and as soon as he arrived, a secret door in the floor opened automatically.

The lights inside also turned on simultaneously.

Looking at the familiar entrance and passageway, York jumped down and walked deeper inside.

The basement used to be his treasure and weapon store. Now, he really didn't need many of those things.

But some items still held value.

For instance, the mysterious toy house that could seal evil spirits and even souls, the sculpture hand that could communicate with evil spirits, and the books he had collected.

It could be said that if these items fell into the wrong hands, they could cause potential chaos.

Of course, the enchanted and blessed weapons and materials could be given to Siri and John Wick.

For John Wick, the assassin, York planned to bless him personally, as he had done in the rotten world.

This way, officially working for him, but essentially as his personal monk, John Wick could use these weapons.

Just like the clergy in the rotten world, who could use his enchanted and blessed items.

This was the current development of enchantment and blessing; previously, others couldn't use them, but now it was quite different.

Looking at the racks filled with various firearms, York felt somewhat reluctant to give them to John Wick.

These items were the result of his accumulation from nothing.

"All these are the fruits of my labor, day and night," York remarked.

Due to the enchantment, which restored one point every minute, he had been enchanting items all night every day.

He feared that one day, when he might need them, he wouldn't have the necessary tools.

It was like having a phobia of being underarmed.

"Unfortunately, firearms are of little use to me now," York pulled out two HK.P30L pistols he had obtained from John Wick from his waist and used his telekinesis to place them on one of the racks.

He had thought he might use the two guns

 he had specifically gotten from John Wick's car, but they had ended up unused, which made him realize their futility.

Firearms had become useless objects in his presence.

If possible, he still wished to return to those earlier times, because that was when he was most passionate.

"Unfortunately, people can only move forward and not backward, because there's no path of retreat behind them, just as there is no such thing as a regret medicine in the world."

York headed towards the mysterious toy house.

The exterior of the mysterious toy house looked unchanged from before, but inside, changes had begun to occur.

Perhaps because he had specifically shielded his presence, the evil spirits inside the toy house were completely unaware of his return.

Thus, he saw a very real scene.

The relationships among the evil spirits inside had changed; they interacted like a big family.

Moreover, the size of the house had increased. It seemed that either the evil spirits had found a way to expand it, or the mysterious toy house itself had undergone some change.

He saw the most formidable evil spirit, essentially a Barbie doll that was originally an Annabelle doll, lounging on a sofa, intensely watching a screen in front of her with the evil spirit occupying a priest toy.

Surprisingly, the screen was actually displaying a television show performed by humans.

In another room, the evil spirit occupying an Ultraman toy was playing cards with the evil spirits in the Megatron, Grey Knight, and the male lead of the Smith family toys.

Further inside, the first, who had self-directed and performed the Smith family scenario, a headless evil spirit, was now cooking something in the kitchen.

York became more and more astonished as he watched.

He was amazed at the relationships among the evil spirits, which had originally fought viciously, could now give him the feeling of an evil spirit family.

He was also amazed that the mysterious toy house had the function to expand its area.

Originally, it was just a villa layout, but now there was an additional villa, as if the space inside had inexplicably expanded. Moreover, due to spatial distortion, people could see everything inside, which meant that although the size in the viewport had not changed, the actual size inside had increased.

"What's going on?"

Thinking this, and adding the information he sensed and all his experiences, York was genuinely surprised. The toy house had exhibited characteristics of cosmic space, namely the spatial distortions commonly seen in cosmic space pathways.

He hadn't felt this way before, but now he was encountering it here again.

"This is indeed a treasure; perhaps it can let me understand changes in space. One day, I might try stuffing a few more evil spirits in there to see what happens," York mused, narrowing his eyes and slowly walking over.

Inside the toy house.

Perhaps because it was time to eat, the headless evil spirit occupying the body of the female lead of the Smith family began calling out something from the kitchen.

Possibly announcing that dinner was ready.

On the sofa, the early leader, Annabelle, stretched lazily, slapped the priest on the back of his head with great force, as if venting something, and said something as she got up from the sofa.

The priest looked annoyed, touched the back of his head, and followed behind.

Meanwhile.

The evil spirits in the room playing cards also put down their cards and leisurely got up.

But in an instant, they all froze at the same time.

Because a shadow that could overshadow all space had enveloped them, the Barbie doll, the Smith family, Ultraman, the priest, Megatron, the Grey Knight, and other toys, like robots, stiffened and looked up.

They saw a gentle face that brought back fearful memories in their minds, and heard a long-missed voice that made them shudder involuntarily.

"Hello," York greeted with a smile.

"Seeing you all get along so well, I can be at ease when I go out in the future."

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