The Tong Ghost Appears, With Three Faces and Four Arms

Seeing the pained expression on the actress's face and wisps of black mist emerging from her body, I knew the spell scripture was working.

I did not pause and continued chanting.

The actress was in agony, as if sitting on needles.

She bit down on the towel and let out muffled whimpers, her entire body trembling uncontrollably.

The veins in her neck bulged, and beads of sweat the size of peas kept dripping down.

The black scriptures and lines on her body also continued to blur, dissolving and fading away like ink in water...

Her whole body swayed, and she was about to collapse onto the prayer banner.

I also noticed the talismanic diagram beneath her on the prayer banner.

As the hateful aura grew stronger, the runes on it became a little brighter.

The prayer banner was also driving out the evil. The actress held on for about twenty minutes before she could endure no longer.

She spat out the towel and panted, "Ah! Ah, it hurts, it hurts. I can't do it anymore, I can't. It's too unbearable, too unbearable. Priest, Priest, stop chanting, stop chanting. My head hurts so much, it hurts..."

She clutched her head with both hands, shaking it constantly and pounding at it hard.

Naturally, I would not stop. The one suffering most was not the actress, but the Tong Ghost inside her.

Because it had been planted within her body, some of that pain was being transferred to her.

I stepped closer to her and raised my voice instead. "Ever responsive, ever still; ever pure and tranquil..."

The moment I reached that point, the actress suddenly raised her head.

Her face twisted abruptly, and a shadowy double image seemed to appear over it.

Her eyes turned black in an instant, black energy burst