And behind her, a blond-haired boy also brimmed with excitement, lifting his feet to follow.

"Stop right there, Los! This is no place for you!"

Hearing the movement behind her, a hint of helplessness flashed across Melulan's calm face, and she turned to block the boy.

How troublesome this son of New York's wealthiest was!

A mere mortal always wanting to get involved in these bizarre incidents—did some Angel forget to install a brain in him?

"Melulan, just let me watch. I promise not to cause any trouble!"

The blond boy, eyeing the house that was within reach and the supernatural world before him, clearly didn't want to give up on this rare opportunity and kept pleading.

Although the boy's voice was sincere, Melulan was even more resolute.

"No! Please leave immediately!"

Seeing the firmness in the Exorcist's voice, the blond boy's mood instantly dampened.

"Fine."

Seeing him finally comply, Melulan let out a slight sigh of relief.

At last, she had dealt with this troublesome rich kid!

She wasted no more time and turned her attention to the two-story wooden house before her.

In the second-story window, a girl with a fierce face and bulging veins looked down at the people below, a bizarre smile hanging on her lips.

"HMPH. I hope you can still smile like that in a little while!"

Melulan, drawing her gaze away from the arrogant Evil Spirit, let out a soft snort.

These brainless Evil Spirits never seemed to know what fear was...

And who knows if the Evil Spirits that Samor and his group were dealing with were also this stupid?

She recalled the Task Points she had saved, a hint of a smile flashing in her eyes.

After completing this commission, she should have enough to exchange for another mid-level Spirit Essence.

With a bit more effort, she would definitely catch up to her brother, Samor.

After scattering a circle of snow-white salt grains around the house and carving a Spirit Trapping Formation on the front and back doors, Melulan finally pushed open the main door and entered.

Not far behind her, Los Mancini, with his head full of golden hair, watched Melulan's series of actions intently, muttering to himself as he made a note in his notebook.

"Exorcism, step one: Trap the Evil Spirit. Done! As for the next step..."

Seeing that Melulan had vanished beyond the main door, his eyes darted to the second-floor window on the side of the house, his mouth curling into a sly grin.

"HEH HEH! Luckily, I was prepared!"

No matter how busily the wealthy young master Los went about his business outside, Melulan, who had entered the house, looked at the occasionally noisy and dim room before her and slightly furrowed her brow.

These damn Evil Spirits, always loving to pull this kind of stunt!

She looked at the Eastern Compass in her palm, a gift from her brother Samor, and immediately turned to look behind her.

Behind the window curtain of another room stood a clearly visible human silhouette.

"These possession-loving Evil Spirits really do get on one's nerves!"

Silently slipping on a golden, cross-patterned knuckle-duster, Melulan suddenly stamped her foot.

In the blink of an eye, she appeared beside the curtain.

"Hmm?"

Her fist swung through empty air. She instantly looked up, following the Bizarre's lingering scent to the ceiling.

"HURK... HURK..."

The girl, veins bulging all over her body, had a ghastly face with pitch-black eyes. She was crawling back and forth on the ceiling, completely defying basic human physics.

A black, oil-like mucus oozed from her mouth, slowly dripping down her lips and onto the floor, quickly forming a thick puddle.

"Although I've seen it many times, I still have to say, you damn Bizarre, can't you stop creating such disgusting scenes?"

Melulan's mouth twitched. Bending her knees slightly, she leaped up and grabbed the Bizarre's ankle as it tried to crawl away.

"Get down!"

BANG!

The possessed girl crashed heavily onto the floor, and the floorboards beneath her emitted a mournful creak.

"HA!"

The Evil Spirit, pulled down, rotated its pitch-black eyes. Suddenly, the desk in the room flew up and smashed towards Melulan.

As Melulan dodged the desk, the Evil Spirit used all four limbs to scramble out of the room like a massive spider.

CLANG!

The desk slammed heavily against the wall with a loud crash. Melulan, looking at the open door, wasn't in a rush.

She opened her palm, glanced at the Compass, and nodded slightly.

"Second floor!"

The Evil Spirit that had escaped to a room on the second floor sensed the rapid approach of the human presence from below. It fixed its gaze on the doorway, slowly retreating.

The next second, as if sensing something, the Bizarre abruptly turned its head and looked toward the window behind it.

Los, having somehow obtained a ladder, huffed and puffed his way up to the second-floor window. As he lifted his head, he came face-to-face with a terrifying, vein-covered face.

"AHH!"

A piercing scream rang out. In his panic, Los lost his footing and slid down the ladder.

Inside the house, Melulan's brow furrowed at the scream. After a glance at the Compass in her hand, she immediately quickened her pace.

"Shit! Doesn't that sound like that brat's voice?"

She kicked open the door blocking her path. BOOM! The flying door panel smashed directly onto the Bizarre, which was peering out from the window.

She surveyed the small room but didn't see the boy anywhere.

"Did you do this?"

Kicking away the door panel that the Bizarre had sent flying back, Melulan charged forward.

She met the lunging Bizarre with a whip kick, sending it flying back.

Before the Bizarre could get up, her foot was already pressing down on it.

As a bottle of Holy Water splashed down, accompanied by a SIZZLING sound of corrosion, thick black fog suddenly burst from the Bizarre's body.

Hearing the Bizarre's agonized howls, Melulan remained unmoved. Instead, she pressed it firmly to the ground, letting it truly experience the power of the Holy Water.

Whether it realized it couldn't beat the woman before it, or perhaps it could no longer endure the excruciating pain, the Bizarre eventually transformed into a wisp of black fog. It escaped from the girl's mouth and headed straight for the window.

Melulan, who had been on guard for the Bizarre's desperate attempt to possess her, watched its retreat with a hint of surprise in her eyes.

But her hands didn't stop moving.

This foolish Bizarre has given me such a good opportunity, and I'm not about to waste it.

With a thought, a shotgun intricately engraved with mysterious patterns instantly appeared in her hands.

Watching the Bizarre crash into the Spirit Trapping Formation's barrier and ricochet back, she smirked and pulled the trigger.

BOOM!

After the distinctive shotgun blast, the rebounding black fog dissipated significantly.

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