Chapter 8: What’s Needed for Exorcism? Answer: Gasoline
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Su Fan’s fist smashed into Elara’s beautiful face.
To be fair, she was stunning—a classic beauty by Western standards. It was no wonder Jamie’s father had brought her home. But as Su Fan’s punches landed, her disguise started to peel away, revealing a pallid, lifeless face beneath, much like Jamie’s father’s corpse in the wheelchair.
Clearly, she too was a puppet.
Jamie was horrified. Even more terrifying, though, was Su Fan himself. He kept pounding Mary Shaw’s head with raw power, the force of each strike so intense that cracks began to form in the floor beneath them.
Was this… exorcism?
Jamie thought exorcisms were supposed to involve holy water, crosses, maybe some chanting. But here was Su Fan, like a one-man wrecking crew. And could simple physical blows even hurt a spirit as malevolent as Mary Shaw?
What Jamie didn’t know was that Su Fan was channeling energy into his strikes, blending brute force with mystical arts. Su Fan himself was somewhat impressed by Mary Shaw’s craftsmanship. After all, most living creatures—bear or otherwise—would have been pulverized by now. Yet, this doll only lost its outer skin.
Tough, but ultimately pointless.
Several times, Mary Shaw tried to get up, only to be knocked back down by Su Fan. After three or four failed attempts, she finally stopped resisting. Her face shattered beyond recognition. Then, in a swift move, her body glided sideways, dodging one of Su Fan’s strikes, and leaped through the window to escape.
Outside, the elderly Walker couple anxiously huddled inside their car. Based on Su Fan’s earlier hints, they knew Mary Shaw was likely somewhere inside the mansion. This meant that Jamie and Su Fan were confronting the town’s darkest nightmare.
Walker had even shifted from the backseat to the driver’s seat, ready to start the car at any sign of danger. In truth, the unsettling noises from the house had already stretched their nerves to the limit—eerie silence, a chilling inhuman shriek, followed by thunderous, repetitive thudding. And now, a figure had broken through the second-floor window, crashing to the ground.
A humanoid silhouette emerged from the wreckage, arm twisted and limp, wobbling with each step. Yet, somehow, it moved forward, running as if immune to pain.
As the wind scattered the clouds, a cold shaft of moonlight revealed its mangled face.
“Oh… my God…” Walker clutched his chest, watching in horror.
The fleeing creature’s features were shattered, exposing an unnatural blend of flesh and wood within. It was madness—who would create such an abomination?
There was only one possible answer, though Walker dared not speak it aloud, barely even dared to breathe.
Jamie and Walker exchanged a glance, a tidal wave of realization crashing through their minds.
That young man upstairs had actually forced Mary Shaw into a desperate escape.
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Upstairs, Su Fan stood at the broken window, eyes locked on the retreating figure below.
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