He is the Holy Son of the Holy See, but a master of black magic.

The environment inside the roadside hotel is not good.

The lighting was dim, the hygiene was dirty, and there was an unexplainable unpleasant smell.

The floor of the corridor on the second floor was even peeling, which made the middle-aged mayor who followed him frown.

But Father Matthew had no intention of caring about such small details.

Arriving at the window-side guest room at the end of the corridor, he calmed down a little and then raised his hand to knock on the door.

"Dong dong."

No one responded, and there was no movement from behind the thin door.

It seemed as if the residents inside had already left.

The priest frowned when he saw this, and had a bad feeling.

So he knocked twice more.

Still no one responded.

Therefore, Matthew decisively raised his hand and patted the door lock.

There was a clicking sound of metal colliding, and the door that was locked from the inside was opened with a simple movement!

The mayor behind him stared straight-eyed.

The priest ignored the others. After opening the door, he hurried in.

Then he froze.

Because the residents inside did not leave, nor were they comatose due to illness or anything.

The thin black-haired boy was wrapped in a blanket and sitting cross-legged on the bedside, staring quietly at the intruder Matthew.

But his condition is obviously not good.

In other words, the kid who was still alive and kicking around on the plane and killing people is now getting worse.

The room was stuffy, the air conditioner hanging on the wall was not turned on, but the boy sitting at the head of the bed was shaking all over.

The eyes that looked over him were also dull and dim, muddy and lifeless, and the overall appearance was obviously much weaker than what the priest had seen before.

When he saw someone breaking in, he didn't speak. He just opened his mouth and uttered a blur of indistinguishable syllables. His face was dark and full of stale atmosphere.

“I understand that patients with advanced cancer tend to be extremely miserable.”

The mayor who followed the priest spoke, looking at the boy with pity in his eyes.

"My whole body aches, and it hurts so much that I can't sleep at night. My body is so weak that I don't even have the strength to cough out the phlegm in my throat, let alone get out of bed and walk."

The priest said nothing.

Of course he knew how people with this disease would behave at the end of their lives.

A few years ago, he had a paladin sent from above as a bodyguard by his side. He was a dark-skinned tough guy who had been shot in the body and never blinked.

Cold, calm and powerful, this is the impression many people have of him.

However, at the end of his life suffering from cancer, the knight often cried bitterly. The most common words he said were, "Let me die, don't save me anymore, please."

"You have no idea how much this hurts."

In comparison, the boy in front of him was obviously much tougher.

But no matter how tough he is, he is ultimately unable to resist in the face of disease and death.

Just like his pale and withered face, bathed in the sunlight coming from the window, it was full of lifelessness.

"poor child……"

The priest who walked into the room felt a little heavy.

Because he was not sure whether his arrival could restore the other party's dying state.

However, immediately afterwards, he had no more time to think about all this.

Because he saw something in the corner of the room.

Something that made his pupils suddenly shrink and make his hair stand on end!

That's a suitcase.

A black, metal suitcase that looks very expensive!

Father Matthew had seen this thing.

Saw it in a channeling not long ago.

This suitcase made of special material once contained and released the evil spirit that massacred more than a hundred people!

And if there is enough room to display, this evil spirit can kill more lives!

This discovery caused Matthew, who was walking towards the boy, to freeze in place.

The atmosphere in the room became somewhat inexplicable.

The mayor had been following the priest. Although he saw the box, he didn't think there was anything special about a suitcase.

Seeing the priest's steps lingering in the middle of the road, he thought he was dissing himself for being in the way, but he didn't feel comfortable opening his mouth.

So the mayor said considerately: "It's too stuffy here. I'm going to go out and get some fresh air. If you need anything, you can call me at any time."

The priest remained silent and made no response.

As if acquiescing to his proposal.

How arrogant!

The gentle, middle-aged mayor wearing gold-rimmed glasses cursed secretly when he saw this.

On the surface, he nodded gracefully to the boy sitting cross-legged at the head of the bed, then turned and left with a smile.

It's a pity that Andy didn't look at him from beginning to end. In his dry and sick eyes, those dim blue eyes kept staring at Father Matthew.

"Mind if I open it and take a look?"

Matthew suddenly spoke, his expression returning to normal, but his voice unknowingly became extremely dry.

Andy lowered his eyes when he heard this, as if he really didn't have the strength to speak, so he could only respond with this small gesture.

But Father Matthew's footsteps remained frozen in place.

After the plane crash, the murderous and bloodthirsty evil spirit disappeared. Related tracking and investigations by various domestic departments are in full swing.

And the suitcase that appeared in front of him made it difficult for the priest not to doubt that the evil existence that everyone could not find traces could be here?

Always being carried around by a boy?

This guess is not unreasonable.

First, no matter how powerful the evil spirit is, it is difficult to suppress its desire and instinct to kill lives. As long as it kills people, there will be traces left, and they can successfully track the clues.

Instead of like now, there has been no news for three days.

Unless the evil spirit has been re-sealed!

Secondly, this seems to explain why the boy Andy's condition deteriorated to this extent in just a few days——

Even if a healthy adult is protected by a container seal, it is hard to say how long he can survive if a powerful evil spirit is left by his side.

After all, the container is not completely sealed, and the evil aura passively released by evil spirits can make people sick.

If you are sick, your condition will plummet!

However, although it was reasonable, Father Matthew at this time was not willing to believe this judgment.

In his opinion, it was an exaggeration for a young boy to escape from such a powerful evil spirit.

How could this child let an evil spirit return to a cramped box?

That evil spirit is extremely powerful.

Maybe even have the power to massacre a city!

After the plane crash, according to the judgment of many bishops in the church, even if their church gathered all the extraordinary power of the city, if they wanted to force that level of evil spirits back into the seal, most of their people would probably be killed or injured!

A child, a child who was seriously ill and about to die, could do such a thing?

Unless his talent in the arts and extraordinary fields is even more amazing than that of the pope in historical materials.

But how is this possible?

"I must be overthinking it."

"Some things just can't happen!"

He tried desperately to convince himself in his mind, but Father Matthew's steps remained frozen in place.

His eyes were fixed on the black suitcase placed quietly in the corner, as if he was looking at a nuclear bomb that might explode at any time. He wanted to step forward to identify it, but his hands and feet did not obey his orders.

But this stalemate will not solve anything at all.

So finally, Father Matthew moved!

Instead of walking towards the suitcase, he suddenly reached into his arms and took out a small silver metal box.

After opening the box, ten metal syringes were exposed to the air.

After picking up one of them, the priest walked towards the boy on the bedside.

Then, while the other party watched silently, he inserted a sharp needle into his arm, and then pushed out the clear liquid in it, allowing it to continuously flow into the boy's blood vessels.

The door of the guest room was not closed tightly. At this time, in the corridor outside, the mayor and the police chief of the city were peeking into the room with the corner of their eyes.

When they saw the syringe, a flash of envy flashed in their eyes, as if it was some treasure that they longed for but could not reach.

But the priest unceremoniously used three of these treasures in a row, which made the eyes of the two people outside the door jump!

However, what seemed like a wasteful move was indeed very effective.

I saw the black-haired boy sitting motionless at the head of the bed with dull eyes. After finishing three injections, he suddenly bent over and coughed violently!

The voice was full of pain, as if it was broken, full of dryness and choking, blood coughed out of the mouth, and even splattered everywhere on the floor and bedside.

But everyone present knew that he survived and was out of the near-death state!

"One per day."

When Andy's coughing subsided, Father Matthew spoke, "The stock here can still be used for seven days."

Andy didn't say anything when he heard this, but put aside the brown blanket wrapped around him and staggered out of bed with his bare feet.

Then, under the nervous and incomprehensible gaze of the priest, he picked up the suitcase in the corner and opened it without hesitation!

Father Matthew clenched his fists and his heartbeat seemed to be in his throat.

But when he glanced inside, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"God, forgive me for my cowardice before..."

He raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat that had overflowed from his forehead. The priest felt annoyed at his hesitation.

And then, when he thought about what was in the suitcase, he felt even more bitter.

Father Matthew had good eyesight, and there was enough sunlight coming in from the window, so he could see clearly.

In the suitcase were white painkiller bottles, a pistol, a bullet box, and a strange book called "Dungeons and Dragons: The City Master's Guide."

as well as……

It seems that there are still a few unfinished sets, middle school homework books?