Chapter 17: Temporary Retreat! Mysterious Demon Wind!
The atmosphere in the ruins of the wooden house was somewhat subtle.
Facing the boy’s righteous lecture.
Charles and Constantine were both a bit dumbfounded.
“Who is America’s sun?” Constantine was completely baffled; he didn’t quite understand Ian’s words. He could understand every word, but put together, they confused him.
“Of course it’s General MacArthur.”
Ian answered without thinking. He had lived in Metropolis for so many years and had life experience, knowing that Americans actually had their own “Lu Xun.”
Anyway, if there was something to say, wanting to say it from a high ground, throwing it on General MacArthur’s head was sure to be right; hardly anyone would question whether MacArthur had said that phrase.
Right on cue.
Constantine and Charles both suffered from not reading enough; the two looked at each other, but no one questioned it. They only felt that there was already such a huge generation gap between themselves and modern young people.
“Do kids nowadays all worship World War II heroes? It’s so different from back then when we only liked tall-legged beauty queens.” Charles even felt a bit emotional about it.
Just as the two were getting wrapped up in Ian’s words.
“Gurgle~”
Ian looked down at the thermos in his hand, figuring he could at least get some attribute value from the other party. He started swallowing expectantly.
“Hiss!!!”
The evil spirit didn’t know what he was thinking, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t detect the boy’s “malice.” It began frantically slapping the transparent bottle cap inside the thermos.
“Constantine! Don’t abandon me! You have to take me with you!”
“I know many secrets of Hell! I know how to redeem your soul!”
“Hurry! Snatch me back!”
……
The evil spirit was screaming frantically.
Constantine only felt that the situation was becoming more and more bizarre. He considered himself well-traveled, but he had rarely seen a thing from Hell so afraid of a human.
It was really hard to imagine.
In what mental state would an evil spirit need to beg an exorcist for help?
“I’m serious! I can help you save your soul!” The evil spirit frantically tempted Constantine; it was truly scared. Only something that had been used as nourishment by others truly understood how miserable it was to become someone else’s nourishment.
“I’m serious too; you can’t escape.” Ian directly stuffed the thermos into his jacket. He warily looked at Constantine but found that Constantine seemed to have no intention of continuing to demand it.
“Alright, it’s your thing now.” Constantine wasn’t successfully tempted by the evil spirit and instead directly gave up on demanding the evil spirit from the boy after it begged him.
“Hm?”
Ian was baffled by Constantine’s sudden change in attitude.
Constantine, meanwhile, gave him a deep look.
“Charles, there’s still a poor woman who died miserably upstairs; we need to bury her properly for safety.” Constantine turned and headed toward the stairs.
He raised one of his hands, which still bore burn marks. Thinking of the pendant the boy was wearing, this exorcist felt that the other must have a not-so-simple background.
“Coming.”
Charles came back to his senses and was about to follow upstairs, but Ian glanced at the sky outside the window and directly blocked his path.
“You have to take me back.” Ian spoke seriously; he didn’t want to walk back to the city on his own two legs. It was quite a distance from the city.
“Wait a bit; I need to help my friend first.” Charles didn’t refuse, but he still planned to wait until everything was settled before sending this “special” passenger back.
“…”
Ian watched as Charles went around him and climbed the stairs. He checked his watch; if he didn’t get back soon, his parents would start worrying about his safety.
Turning his gaze to the rubble of the ruins, Ian became pensive. Soon, just as Constantine and Charles entered the second floor to open the door of the room with a big hole crashed into it.
“Vroom!!”
The roar of a car engine suddenly started.
Then.
Charles’s face changed drastically. He frantically checked his pocket; the keys were clearly still on him, but the sound of his damaged beloved car starting up was definitely coming from downstairs.
“Oh no!”
Charles’s heart leaped to his throat. He rushed to the corridor and looked down over the railing. Sure enough, that “stubborn” taxi had really been started.
Short-circuit ignition.
It didn’t stump Ian at all.
This was the importance of learning math, physics, and chemistry well.
“What are you doing! Damn it! Stop! Stop the car!” Charles saw Ian floor the accelerator to reverse out of the garage, barbarically using the car’s rear to crash out of the damaged house again.
He was furious, but he also knew that even if he jumped over the railing right now, human legs couldn’t catch up to a speeding car.
Precisely because of that.
Charles and Constantine, who had come out one step late, could only watch helplessly through the enlarged hole in the wall from the second collision as the taxi, which was still worth some money, drove farther and farther away.
“I couldn’t wait for you guys at all! I’ll leave your car near the bus station tomorrow!” Ian even waved goodbye to them.
He felt that by giving them the drop-off location for the car, it shouldn’t count as theft. No choice; if he didn’t get back soon, he’d really be harshly questioned about where he’d gone after school.
In such a remote wilderness, he really had to thank this automatic sedan with manual transmission; it was sturdy and durable, simple enough to operate, making Ian feel like he could probably get his driver’s license tomorrow.
“Driving isn’t that hard, actually.”
Ian focused intently ahead, one foot on the brake and one on the accelerator, driving the beat-up taxi out of sight of the exorcist and his assistant.
“…”
“…”
Constantine and Charles were speechless.
After a weird silence.
“So, are we walking back to the city today?” Constantine fully demonstrated his lack of concern, his focus clearly not on Charles’s property loss.
After all, it wasn’t his car.
“That’s my only property after the divorce…”
Charles, already feeling stifled, felt even worse upon hearing this.
“If you can’t say anything nice, say less!”
He glared fiercely at Constantine, who just grinned carelessly. The exorcist stylishly flipped his hand and produced a card.
“Don’t worry; you can get your car back.” Sure enough, Constantine had somehow quietly lifted Ian’s student ID from him.
Seeing this.
Charles immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
He looked at the student ID in Constantine’s hand.
“Constantine, I think this guy’s weirdness is worth investigating.” Charles cautiously reminded him; it absolutely wasn’t because he was hung up on his vehicle being stolen.
“Indeed, our little boy definitely has some extraordinary secrets.” Constantine mused, looking down at the ID card in his hand.
And at that moment.
Suddenly.
In the empty wooden house, a sudden, unheralded gust of wind swept through. Constantine felt his vision blur; before he could see anything, the ID card in his hand had vanished.
Like it was swept away by the wind.
Or as if it had been directly snatched by someone.
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