Physical Exorcism

Jack watched as Du Mu knocked the only hope to the ground. In a fit of rage, he raised a hand, pointed at Du Mu's nose, and cursed loudly.

"You damned charlatan..."

"I suggest you think carefully before you speak."

Du Mu's eyes suddenly blazed with dazzling white light as he smiled kindly at Jack.

Jack froze for less than a second before dropping to his knees with a thud. "Great Father! Please, save my daughter!"

He wasn't stupid. The man before him had eyes shining like searchlights—he was clearly no ordinary person, and definitely far stronger than the priest who had been knocked down by a Bible.

Du Mu's expression suddenly turned cold. "Too late. I seem to have heard you cursing me just now. I've changed my mind. I don't feel like helping anymore."

"I'm sorry, Father. I was panicking. I confess to you!"

Jack said frantically, "As long as you're willing to save my daughter, I'm willing to donate five million to the church. I know devout clergymen like you have no interest in money, and using money would be an insult to your noble character, but it's the only thing I have to offer."

Du Mu's expression shifted slightly at that, and he sighed. "Fine. Since we were fated to meet, I'll help you this once. Money doesn't matter. I simply can't stand seeing demons wreak havoc in the mortal world."

"Oh, right. I'll send you my account number later. Just transfer it directly."

Jack was overjoyed and thanked him repeatedly. "Thank you, Father, thank you, Father. I'll never forget your great kindness..."

Du Mu raised a hand to cut him off. "Enough. Stop dawdling. Let's go now."

Jack hurriedly nodded. "Yes, Father. Please ride in my car. I'll take you there right away!"

Du Mu