He realized that witnessing the evil process of the little girl's soul being devoured had enraged him so much that he had forgotten something.
Jeff was still in the confessional at the church ahead.
He had told the man to wait for him a little while, yet he had completely forgotten about him.
As far as he was concerned, Jeff had not been targeted by a demon; he had merely happened to encounter one. There was really no need to worry too much.
So the Bible and holy water only needed to provide him with some psychological comfort, much like a psychiatrist's treatment.
Ron had not taken it to heart. The man was in no danger.
But now, who knew what this guy had offended? He had not been killed by the demon, yet the moment he finished praying and stepped outside, he was shot dead.
His death might have had something to do with Ron as well.
After all, Ron had made him completely let down his guard, believing he was under protection and thus losing his usual vigilance.
"Ah! Looks like I'll have to wait a little longer before I can continue cooking."
Ron took off his apron and walked out of the church. Jeff's corpse lay quietly there, while a filthy stray dog with patches of mange on its face licked up the brains Jeff had spilled onto the ground.
When it saw Ron emerge, the dog instinctively bared its teeth and growled low in its throat, trying to protect its food.
To it, this was a free meal, its own prey.
It had nothing to do with humans. They were not even the same species.
"I know you did it unconsciously, but you shouldn't eat us. It isn't your fault; your understanding is too limited. But