70: Chapter 70 The Holy Thugs and Physical Exorcism

The black flames filling the sky dissipated.

A pitch-black, screaming, and writhing energy entity was forcibly ripped out of the void by Qin Ming.

It hovered in Qin Ming's palm, struggling desperately, but it could not escape that invisible restraint.

Qin Ming clenched his fist.

Absorb.

The demon king's remnant soul let out one final wail, transforming into countless golden specks of light that burrowed into Qin Ming's body.

The halo behind his head slowly lowered, returning to a state of calm suspension.

In the basement.

Only the lingering warmth of holy light and a scene of devastation remained.

【Ding!】

【Successfully killed Hell Monarch Asmodeus (remnant soul)】

【Obtained Points: 500】

【Skill 'Death Grip' unlocked a new trait】

【Pain Amplification (Targets controlled by this skill will have their pain perception forcibly amplified by 10 times; those with weak wills will suffer immediate mental collapse)】

A satisfied curve tugged at the corner of Qin Ming's mouth.

Very good.

He turned around and looked at Father Amort, who had long since petrified at the hole above.

"Father."

Qin Ming's voice echoed in the deathly silent basement.

"This level of exorcism."

"Not bad, right?"

"That was so cool!"

Emma's voice broke the silence of the basement.

She jumped down from the edge of the large hole.

It was only a two-meter drop, which was like walking on flat ground for her, wearing the 【Boots of Godly Speed】.

She ran excitedly to the edge of the smoking crater.

The once overbearing Asmodeus had completely vanished, leaving behind only some charred marks and a few shattered bones on the ground.

"Big brother, you made him disappear!"

Emma kicked the gravel on the ground with some disappointment.

"I wanted to saw that bull head off as a specimen."

"That thing is too smelly."

Qin Ming dusted off his hands and straightened his slightly messy collar.

"Besides, keeping it at home would attract flies."

Father Amort climbed down the ladder.

He looked at Qin Ming.

This boy, who looked only ten years old and had an angelic face.

Just a moment ago.

He had witnessed a one-sided slaughter with his own eyes.

No Bible.

No cross.

No tedious rituals.

Only fists, a halo, and that terrifying power capable of crushing a demon's soul.

"You…"

Amorth swallowed hard, his knuckles white as he gripped his flask.

"Who exactly are you?"

"The Vatican's records have never documented this… this method of exorcism."

This was simply violent law enforcement.

If God's wrath were manifested this way, Hell would have been empty long ago.

"Who I am is not important, Father."

Qin Ming turned his head, his black eyes gazing calmly at the old man.

Although the halo behind his head had dimmed, it still carried a majesty that made one dare not look directly at it.

"What matters is that the demon is gone."

"The child is saved."

Qin Ming pointed upward.

Father Amort looked in the direction of his finger.

Indeed.

That was a miracle.

"But…"

The priest wanted to say something more.

Qin Ming took a step toward him.

That invisible sense of oppression made Father Amort instinctively step back.

"Father, this was just a special program to celebrate Christmas."

Qin Ming flashed a harmless smile.

Father Amort looked into Qin Ming's eyes.

He understood the meaning within.

Although he was the chief exorcist and had seen countless storms in his life.

But his intuition told him.

Do not provoke this child.

Do not even attempt to probe his secrets.

Because the one standing under the halo might not just be the Son of God.

But also a far more terrifying monster.

"Of course…"

Amorth took a deep breath, unscrewed his flask, and took a hard swig.

The strong liquor helped him regain a bit of sanity.

"A smart man."

Qin Ming nodded with satisfaction.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket.

"Let's go, Emma."

"We still have to go home and unwrap presents."

"Alright."

Emma took one last, reluctant look at the basement.

"The torture devices here look quite fun."

"We can come back and play next time."

Back home.

Qin Ming sank his consciousness into his mind.

【Current Points: 641】

The hundred or so remaining points, plus the 500 points from just finishing off the Asmodeus remnant soul.

Finally broke through the 600 mark.

Qin Ming looked at that number.

Qin Ming sighed internally.

That Asmodeus was just a remnant soul; it gave too little.

If he could drag the main body over and beat it up, he'd probably get rich instantly.

Pity.

The main bodies of the Seven Monarchs of Hell are not that easy to summon.

The holidays were over.

For most children, this was simply the end of the world.

But for Qin Ming.

It was just changing the place to space out.

The school hallways were filled with that nauseating scent of adolescent hormones.

Noisy.

Stupid.

Meaningless social interactions.

Qin Ming, carrying a shoulder bag, walked through the crowded hallway.

His inherent cold aura made the surrounding students subconsciously clear a path.

He walked into the classroom.

It was the fourth-grade science classroom.

In the corner.

A girl wearing a black dress with two braided pigtails was sitting there.

Wednesday Addams.

A giant tarantula was sitting on her desk.

The surrounding classmates all stayed three meters away from her.

Qin Ming walked over.

Pulled out the chair next to her and sat down.

Wednesday did not look up.

She held a silver needle in her hand, fiddling with the spider's fangs.

"You went to the monastery."

Wednesday's voice was flat, without any inflection.

"Went to say a prayer."

Qin Ming shoved his backpack into the desk compartment.

"Took out some trash on the way."

Wednesday's hand paused.

She looked up.

Those pitch-black eyes stared at Qin Ming.

As if trying to pierce through his skin to see his soul.

"I smelled it."

Wednesday leaned closer, her nostrils twitching slightly.

"Did you roast something?"

"A three-headed turkey."

Qin Ming remained expressionless.

"Didn't taste very good."

Wednesday stared at him for three seconds.

Then.

Even on that face, which was permanently stiff, a tiny, almost imperceptible expression similar to admiration appeared.

"Take me with you next time."

Qin Ming shrugged.

Neither agreed nor refused.

This was a unique tacit understanding between two freaks.

The bell rang.

Qin Ming did not go to the cafeteria with Wednesday to research how to poison the lunch.

He walked toward another teaching building.

That was the fifth-grade area.

He stopped in front of the vending machine in the hallway.

Inserted a coin.

Bought a can of iced coffee.

Then, his gaze fell on a girl not far away.

Jennifer.

Jennifer

She was leaning against the window, reading a book.

Sunlight spilled through the glass onto her, gilding her long, jet-black hair with a gold rim.

She had a face that could be called perfect.

Although not yet fully grown, that breathtaking beauty was already beginning to show.

Pure, yet carrying an ethereal quality as if from another world.

This was why Qin Ming was willing to walk a few extra steps to come here.

Good looks are justice.

Just like some people like to watch the sunset, and some like to watch the ocean.

Qin Ming likes to look at beautiful women.

This is very reasonable.

Seeming to sense the gaze.

Jennifer looked up.

Those gem-like eyes met Qin Ming's.

She did not act shy or look away like other girls.

Instead, she revealed a faint smile.

"Hi, Qin."

She closed the book.

Her voice was soft, "Are you here to buy a drink too?"

Qin Ming shook the cola in his hand.

"Just passing by."

"The scenery is better over here."

Jennifer seemed to understand his subtext.

Her smile deepened.

"You're really special."

She walked up to Qin Ming.

She was half a head taller than Qin Ming.

"I don't hate you."

This nonsensical sentence would be very strange if said by someone else.

But coming from her mouth.

It seemed perfectly natural.

"That is truly my honor."

Qin Ming popped the tab and took a sip.

No fizz, damn it.

But looking at this face in front of him, his mood index soared.

This was much more comfortable than looking at Father Amort's sour face.

"There's a party this weekend."

Jennifer said suddenly.

"At my place."

"My dad won't be there, just me and…"

She paused, "Just me and some of my 'friends'."

"Are you interested in coming?"

Qin Ming raised an eyebrow.

Friends?

"What time?"

Qin Ming asked.