The commanders of the two armies immediately breathed a sigh of relief. They had come. After nightfall, they all planned to retreat directly with their soldiers and leave this ghost place.

In fact, there are no evil spirits hiding inside the White Bay apartment. At midnight yesterday, the evil spirits ran out and never came back, so the army and the police were just guarding an empty shell.

"Young men! Give way to the priest!" The lieutenant colonel of the First Battalion of the Welsh Guards ordered.

Koszer and others approached directly the exterior wall of the White Bay Apartment.

The priests stood apart at a distance of about ten meters, surrounding the White Bay Apartment, and the three hundred priests' stands formed a circle, surrounding it in the center.

Koszer's hands dragging the Holy Bottle were trembling slightly.

After approaching the White Bay Apartment, there were bursts of bone-permeable coldness that reminded him of the evil spirit who came to the door last night when he was at the police station.

At that time, the temperature of the air around it dropped to its extreme.

Archbishop Richards nodded at Cosche.

This sacred ritual of expelling evil spirits will start from the starting point of White Bay Apartment, even if the evil spirits are now scattered in the city.

At this moment, in Shebalino, southern Novosibirsk, Russia.

Inside the ‘Canthemum Bar’ in the town.

The old wooden bar, the fat boss in loose blue canvas suspenders and a brown shirt, is a bald and ferocious look, but is enthusiastic about the client.

People who can always be in the Juya Bar become friends.

There are only two pool tables, four round tables, twenty chairs, and an LCD TV that the boss of a former boss gritted his teeth on the wall.

This bar can't even afford to hire maids, and even girls who rely on their bodies to make money will not find customers here.

They are all a group of older men.

They have a sour smell of farm wood.

But all the wines in this Juya bar are real, tequila, vodka, or Mongolian barley, Chinese Moutai, Spanish Bacardi, and British Johnnie Walker.

"Hi! Mechliev, I heard about your decision this afternoon. Bonsolf is a foolish bastard! He believes in a cult, that lunatic. Twenty years ago, the president of the country immediately chose to let the army come to suppress the cult spread activities!"

The owner of the Inuya Bar came to the dull Mechliev, and the other two were discussing something else.

"A person who is too stubborn...ah!" Mechliev sighed heavily.

The man at another table was bored with the remote control and finally stopped on the European International Channel of REN-TV (Russian State Television).

"Cardiff's evil spirit! Who wants to see the priest of Xinguang Cult exorcism? There is a live broadcast here!" The man stopped the TV station on this channel and said.

It immediately attracted the attention of others.

"Is that a special effect? ​​A blood-seeming apartment building!"

"Who knows, anyway, a city in Britain is haunted and is still far from us."

"As far as I know, the three religions received suppression from various countries a few days ago, and promoted the doomsday theory, which was like a cult!"

During the live TV broadcast, you can see through the camera that the true face of the White Bay Apartment is a blood-seeking building.

The Inuya Bar was quiet for a while, and then the door of the store was kicked open by someone outside.

Everyone was stunned and looked at the door.

It was a little dark in the evening, but they also saw a person standing outside the bar.

Bonsolf walked in slowly, and he saw Mechliev and the other two, the three of them leaving the wooden house this afternoon.
Chapter completed!