I'm a spy in the film

Chapter 194 What to do?

In the basement.

The husband, Ed, called his wife softly: "Lorraine, Lorraine, are you okay?"

Because ever since a cold air suddenly rushed out from the collection room and separated the two of them, his wife had fallen into a trance and did not respond no matter how he called her.

Ed knew that his wife was communicating with spirits, and at this moment, she didn't know where her soul was. Hell? Heaven? Limbo? Or perhaps the illusions in the collection?

Under normal circumstances, if his wife took the initiative to communicate with the spirits and entered these places, she would wake up on her own without Ed calling her; but at this time, she was forced into those areas by a large number of evil spirits.

This is bad!

On the one hand, he had to keep calling his wife's name, which would help increase the chances of waking her up. On the other hand, it mainly depended on his wife's obsession with herself and her daughter.

Longing and love are the only proof of coming back.

Ed stood in the small circle made of salt and several holy objects, feeling helpless and powerless.

When they came down, they didn't think things would be this serious, so most of the equipment they carried were of a defensive nature.

There is only one holy stake made of birch wood, soaked in holy water and anointed with holy oil, which is more lethal to those strange collections. The rest...

This is also one of the main reasons why he and his wife have been able to stick together until now after being separated.

But this was not a solution. It was early morning, when the dark element was at its most intense. The cold air gushing out of the collection room was endless. Although they did not know which specific collection had lost control, if the intensity continued at this rate, it would not be long before this place turned into an ice cellar, and they and their spouses would turn into ice sculptures.

The only chance of rescue lies in his wife.

All he had to do was wake his wife and throw the holy stake at the out-of-control collection.

Thinking of this, although a fine layer of frost had formed on Ed's hair and beard, he kept calling his wife, recounting the good old days they had experienced, trying to call back his wife's soul.

Suddenly, Ed, who was feeling dry-mouthed, felt that the temperature in the storage room had risen. He looked back suddenly and saw a terrifying scene: the secret door leading to the basement was opened!

"No! Judy!" Ed screamed.

Because the only person who could appear in the living room at this moment and knew how to open the secret door in the basement was their little daughter Judy. Ed didn't dare to imagine what his daughter would feel like facing this sudden cold wave. She might be frozen to unconsciousness in an instant and then lose her life.

Tears streamed down Ed's cheeks, he didn't understand why?

Their family is clearly blessed by the gods, and they have been able to escape danger many times. Why did it happen like this this time?

Could it be that years of continued success had made the couple arrogant, so God deliberately sent them a test?

With tears still on his face, Ed closed his eyes tightly, crossed his fingers, put his fists under his chin, and wrapped a golden cross necklace around his wrist. He prayed silently in his heart:

Lord, your servant sincerely prays that you will forgive our arrogance. I am willing to sacrifice my life in exchange for the safety of my wife and daughter. If you hear your servant's prayer, please show mercy and save me, a pitiful and miserable person!

Amen!

After the prayer, Ed was afraid to open his eyes, for fear of seeing a disappointing scene. Although his reason told him that was the most likely scenario, there was still a glimmer of hope in Ed's heart.

There was no sound, only the whistling wind, and Ed's heart sank to the bottom.

After all, is it irreversible?

Tears blurred Ed's vision. In a trance, he saw a figure made of holy light slowly descending from the sky. It came to him and asked with concern:

"Ed, are you okay?"

Ed closed his eyes again in pain and thought: The angels are here to pick me up, I am going to heaven, Judy, Dad is here to find you, Irene, Judy and I are waiting for you in heaven.

Bourne looked at the man with tears streaming down his face and his eyes closed again, feeling puzzled.

What's up, bro?

I just saw that you were crying so hard, so I came to ask you about the situation. What does it mean that you looked at me and then closed your eyes?

However, at this moment, Bourne had no time to communicate with the man who was suspected to be Mr. Warren. His top priority now was to resolve the source of the cold wave.

At this moment, Bourne is fully dressed in divine clothing.

A ceramic basin was turned upside down on his head, a cloth was wrapped around his neck, five or six Bibles were fixed to his chest with transparent tape, a frying pan was in his left hand, four crosses were clamped between the fingers of his right hand, and around his legs and arms, there were a dozen small and large items wrapped with transparent tape, including a pipe, a water cup, a ceramic bowl, a wooden stake, a pair of glasses, etc.

If I didn't know that these things were sacred objects, I would have thought Bourne was a performance artist.

However, here, no one dares to underestimate Bourne's outfit.

Because, what Bourne had was all the wealth that the Warrens had accumulated over the past twenty years.

These seemingly ridiculous and useless items are all holy objects left by the predecessors of the Vatican, which have been enshrined in the church for many years and are deeply baptized by the power of light.

When the demonic tide just arose, every item that was taken out was an extraordinary item that could allow devout believers to feel a little bit of the power of light. Now so many holy objects are concentrated on Bourne, coupled with Bourne's affinity for the element of light, he instantly became a big light bulb.

At this moment, with the replenishment of such abundant light power, the Tai Chi diagram in my mind finally conveyed the thought that "I can absorb some more dark power."

What should I do if I have a request? Of course I will satisfy it!

Just like that, Bourne's whole body was glowing with light. He used his left hand to hold a frying pan to cover his head and face, and his right hand held the wolf claw of the Holy Cross pointing forward. The power of light and darkness passed through his right palm and entered his body, and were finally absorbed by the Tai Chi diagram.

The two forces were harmoniously balanced in Bourne's body, and with the rotation and adjustment of the Tai Chi diagram, they finally became Bourne's own strength. Even the power of light that Bourne had gained from reading the Holy Covenant and the power of darkness that he had absorbed from Carrie were all transformed into the purest elemental power under the consumption of the Tai Chi diagram and absorbed by Bourne.

Not only the five elements, but even the sea of ​​blood at the bottom of the mind was infected by the elemental power, and took on a hint of chaotic black and white color.

However, Bourne didn't know all this. He just felt that the further he went down, the better his condition became. His control over the power of light became more proficient, and his resistance to the cold wind that was blowing in his face became stronger and stronger.

Until I walked up to Mr. Warren who was in the center of the basement and saw that he had just opened his eyes. I wanted to ask him about the situation, but not only did I not get an answer, Mr. Warren just started crying and closed his eyes!

This almost made Bourne unable to handle it.

Looking at Mrs. Warren who was standing opposite Mr. Warren, she also had her eyes closed, but her expression was too calm, as if she had lost her soul!

Well, this exorcist couple, one is soul-destroying and the other is autistic, what should they do?