American Exorcism Male God

Xu Yi was pleasantly surprised. Letting the heretic Hunter escape had indeed been the right choice—information about the Nest of the Evil God had been intercepted so quickly.

However, when he looked down at the Ghost Samurai Armor, his mood was not as joyous.

A crack half a palm long had appeared at the bottom edge of the armor.

A qualified manifestation of the Evil God must withstand the immense pressure brought on by the transition between the incorporeal and the corporeal. Clearly, the Ghost Samurai Armor before him did not meet the standard.

But he was also puzzled—cracks in the shell were a clear sign of collapse.

Logically, the crack should have spread rapidly over the entire armor, yet it had stopped after the single crack, which baffled him.

"Did it succeed or not?"

He examined the map of New York and located the approximate position of Vincent's farm.

Xu Yi stepped forward, and the Ghost Samurai Armor again transformed into a black mist, streaming towards the door.

Regardless of whether the forging of the Ghost Samurai Armor was a failure, Xu Yi intended to make the most of it, having expended precious Power of Faith.

It was fortuitous that a new demonic killer had emerged, providing an opportunity to test the combat abilities of the Evil God's manifestation.

The black mist penetrated the walls, racing along the streets in the dead of night, with no building able to block its path. His route was a straight line.

Xu Yi reveled in the thrill of rapid flight, an additional ability gained from the transformation between material and immaterial.

Along the way, he encountered many Wandering Souls, which, feeling the oppressive aura of the Evil God's manifestation, all kept their distance.

In the outskirts of New York City, Xu Yi stood in the shadows of the trees.

Not far away, the sign for the farm read "Vincent's Farm Welcomes You," with some cute vegetable illustrations next to it that radiated enthusiasm.

"Is this the Vincent's farm that Hunter and the other heretics spoke of on the phone?"

As Xu Yi was about to enter the farm for investigation, footsteps sounded—one in front and one behind. He was surrounded.

He was somewhat perplexed. Why were there exorcists lurking here? Had Hunter become aware of the existence of the Nest of the Evil God and deliberately set a trap, waiting for him to fall into it?

"Bro, this Ferocious Spirit doesn't match the villagers' descriptions, does it?"

A vaguely familiar voice came from behind. Xu Yi turned his head and was momentarily stunned. It was the siblings Carrie and Roy whom he had encountered previously in the apartment.

"Maybe it's a Ferocious Spirit that can change form. Let's deal with it quickly and wrap this up! The World Cup is starting tonight, and I still want to catch the opening ceremony!" Roy responded.

Xu Yi was speechless at their casual attitude. Being able to survive as an exorcist for so long with such a demeanor was indeed a stroke of luck.

Carrie hummed in agreement; she also wanted to get home early to binge-watch her series. She had just started a new show with a really handsome male lead, although he still paled in comparison to the esteemed Mr. Xu Yi whom she admired.

But she suddenly shivered. Something emerged from the shadows—it was a set of Samurai Armor, emitting a magnetic field that wasn't strong but gave her the chills.

Roy, without her noticing, had moved next to Carrie, shielding her with his body, shaking uncontrollably.

"Sis, I'll hold it off, you run! Just be a Common person from now on, and stop being an exorcist... and when you're sorting my belongings, if you find a box under my bed, remember not to open it, just burn it."

He, like Carrie, felt that chilling stare, the watch of the Evil God!

What they had ambushed turned out to be an Evil God! It seemed certain that today would be their end.

"I wonder if Italy will win the World Cup this year?" Roy suddenly thought, quite out of the blue.

His arm jolted as Carrie, behind him, made frantic gestures with her eyes. Realizing something, Roy slowly backed away until they were in the tree shadows, then they burst into a sprint.

After running a great distance and seeing that the Evil God hadn't pursued them, they finally breathed a sigh of relief, collapsing to the ground, gasping for air.

"I really thought I was a goner!" It took a while for Roy to catch his breath.

"Bro! What's actually in that box under your bed? Why do you want to burn it outright without even looking inside?"

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Carrie's desperate voice came from nearby, and cold sweat immediately slid down Roy's temples.

"You must have misheard just now, there's nothing under my bed."

As soon as he got back, he would burn the books under the bed! Roy thought to himself.

After pondering for a moment, he changed his mind, Better find another place to hide them, after all, they were "fine products" not easily collected.

Xu Yi watched as Carrie and her brother were frightened away and headed straight for the farm.

When he was in his original form, he dared not use the "Evil God's Gaze" ability; today, at last, he had his fill.

It was highly likely that the siblings would contact the city officials. No matter what he wanted to do, he had to hurry.

Transformed into black smoke, he patrolled the farm and found its secret area, where the gate was tightly locked, covered with lots of greenhouse plastic film.

Walking through the greenhouse, an indescribable scent wafted over, and Xu Yi saw vegetables covered with paper bags in the fields.

He was puzzled, What kind of vegetables needed to be covered with paper bags like grapes?

He uncovered one of the paper bags and was stunned by what he found inside. He went on to remove the rest one by one.

Inside were not vegetables at all, but human heads, planted in the soil, all of them alive.

They were all still alive, their necks attached to drippers injecting something, their eyes dull, obviously sedated with an overdose of tranquilizers.

One of the paper bags suddenly began to shake, and out of curiosity, Xu Yi lifted it to look inside.

It was a little girl of about seven or eight years old, delicate and cute. The needle on her neck had fallen off, and without the continuous injection of the sedative, she had woken up.

"My name is Alice. Are you the god sent to rescue me?" the little girl's voice was hoarse, yet there was innate innocence in her eyes.

Xu Yi did not answer because he simply couldn't speak, and even if he were a god, he could only be an Evil God.

He picked up a shovel lying nearby, carelessly dug away the topsoil to reveal the girl's hands, then abandoned the shovel and ignored her from then on.

He had more important things to do.

Little Alice stared blankly at the departing figure of the Ghost Samurai, her hands spontaneously coming together in prayer.

In the farm's processing room, Vincent was busy filling sausages.

The meat used for the sausages was "premium flesh," meticulously "cultivated" by him. The meat's savory aroma was tinged with a hint of vegetables, making it a hot seller in the nearby town.

Suddenly, footsteps came from outside, and Vincent paused before calling out enthusiastically, "Looking to buy sausages? Today's stock is sold out; you might have to wait until tomorrow!"

As he spoke with unabashed warmth, Vincent had already grabbed a boning knife nearby.

It was late, and few people visited his place at this hour. Moreover, the newcomer's footsteps were too heavy, not typical of the "big guys" from the surrounding town.

Thinking of "big guys," Vincent licked his lips, one large cut of meat could fill many a sausage.

He pulled open a nearby drawer, which contained a pig head mask.
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It was his recent delightful find; wearing the pig head mask while butchering provided him with an increased sense of pleasure. His body trembled slightly, not from fear but excitement.

With the pig head mask on and the boning knife in hand, William pushed open the processing room's door, eager to witness fear in the eyes of the behemoth outside.

As the door opened, he saw the large figure standing there and was taken aback.

It indeed was a large figure but just a suit of armor, the heavy Samurai Armor making a "thump thump" sound as it moved, and the face of the armor was covered with a malevolent mask, black and golden flames burning fiercely within the eye sockets.

Xu Yi, seeing the specks of blood forming in Vincent's eyes, knew he had not come to the wrong place—the perverse killer was right here.

But his brow suddenly furrowed; an unusual magnetic field was rapidly approaching. It felt like an exorcist, and yet not quite.

The number was not just one person but seven or eight; he was surrounded, once again.

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