[rude thug: you trample on the law and do not obey morality. There is only one creed in life: rules? Lao Tzu is the rules!


    The dislike of the orderly camp to you has greatly increased; the favor of the chaotic camp to you has greatly increased.


    You have mastered the skill: execution.]


    [execution: there are no restrictions on props. After passing the judgment, it will cause a level-1 mortal effect.


    Stools, wine bottles, hammers, bricks... It doesn''t matter what weapons are, it''s important to kill that son of a bitch!]


    Working with Cole once, the Warren couple understood what he was going to do.


    After solving the crisis of Hudson''s murderous house.


    Cole hugged Billy and looked behind him.


    get up.


    Take two steps back, jump directly from the second floor and fall heavily on the floor.


    "Cough... Shit..."


    Although Billy''s weight is not big, he is possessed by the devil, and his weight is no different from that of an adult.


    The fall almost blew his back.


    Mrs. Nottingham ran out of the bathroom, her eyes stopped at the little boy who was held in Cole''s arms and looked like a ghost, and said, "I... what can I do?"


    "Grab his ankle."


    next.


    They dragged and dragged.


    During this period, Mrs. Nottingham was kicked off a tooth and her mouth was bleeding.


    Get Billy into the bathroom.


    The sound of the water echoed.


    With all his strength, he pressed Billy to the ground. Cole turned and shouted, "where''s Vic?! he hasn''t come back yet..."


    Just between words.


    The devil manipulates Billy''s body, shrinks suddenly, escapes from Cole''s control, quickly climbs into the bathtub, grins and spits out a section of astringent English.


    "Can you... Save... Him..."


    Not finished.


    Plunged into the water.


    Mrs. Nottingham covered her mouth and said in horror, "God... It wants to drown Billy!"


    He quickly turned off the tap and knelt by the bathtub trying to help Cole get the little boy out of the water.


    Grab Billy''s arm.


    Cole roared, "go to the opposite side and find Vic to get the music box. I''ll deal with this side!"


    Just finished.


    Then Marguerite ran into the room, ran to the bathroom, held the music box, panted, "is that it?"


    "Throw it into the water! You both go out and close the door!"


    Wait for the two to go out.


    Coleman splashed on the water, mocking Billy with a smile on his face.


    Pull out the dagger and cut the palm.


    Jump into the bathtub and press his forehead hard.


    Say a short and awkward mantra.


    The power of sequence magic immediately dragged Cole''s soul and consciousness into the little boy Billy''s soul room.


    Unlike adults.


    Billy''s soul room is the small tent placed in the corridor on the second floor of the murderous house, his secret base.


    However.


    This world originally built on children''s paintings.


    Now?


    Shrouded in a dark shadow.


    Full of weird and weird children''s shoe classic style.


    The sun drawn with crayons is soaked in flowing blood, the eyes are empty, the grass becomes twisted black plants, and the earth is covered with dried blood scabs.


    Far away.


    The little boy''s soul ran desperately to his soul room, trying to hide inside and escape the erosion of evil, but he couldn''t get close to it anyway.


    The twisted man followed him rigidly.


    Let out a seeping roar and laughter.


    The long and narrow shadow spread to the tent, and an eight tone box repeatedly played the dark version of the nursery rhyme from the "deformed house".


    "... a crooked man..."


    later.


    The force of sequence turns into a chain and hangs firmly around the twisted man''s neck.


    He grabbed him hard, and Billy''s soul shouted, "Billy! Run in and close the tent!"


    The little boy looked back and said, "Mr. Cole!"


    Twist people around.


    Different from the crazy wrestling with bassheba.


    The strange devil, dressed in the costume of the head of the circus and constructed with dark fairy tales, roared like a multi legged reptile, fell on the ground and ran towards him quickly.


    Maybe it''s used to frightening children.


    This first-class fear devil tried to leave Cole''s soul together!


    Grab the iron lock.


    Pull hard.


    Soul level confrontation, direct rolling!


    Even Cole didn''t feel any resistance. In one breath, all evil forces were violently pulled out by him!


    Just a roar.


    The twisted man dragged to the real world shrinks rapidly to the music box.


    Pull it out. It''s noon.


    Pull the trigger.


    The roar of the muzzle was deafening.


    Bang!


    Like a rotten watermelon.


    A large pool of black water splashed on the wall of the bathroom. The twisted human skeleton folded and contracted rapidly, turning into a shadow and submerged into the music box in the water.


    Cole quickly bent over and pulled Billy out of the water.


    Face down.


    Squeeze your abdomen hard.


    "Cough... Vomit -"


    A large pool of water gushed out of his nose and mouth. The little boy coughed violently twice, opened his eyes, and then hugged Cole tightly. His voice was weak and frightened.


    "Mr. Cole, did I have a nightmare..."


    Touch his head, pick up the music box in the water, get up and kick open the door.


    "Margaret, take care of Billy. Stay here and don''t run around."


    "I see."


    Put it away. It''s noon.


    Cole ran out of the house,


    But across the street, Vic waved to him and shouted, "it''s all right here!"


    All right?


    Lorraine took Janet''s hand. Warren and Vic helped Mrs. Hudson, who was covered in water and wrapped in a blanket, come this way.


    After the meeting.


    First, help Peggy and Janet in. Lorraine and Cole are standing outside the door.


    He looked at it and asked, "cole, are you a psychic, too?"


    Took out the cigarette box, but found that all the cigarettes in it were wet with water and couldn''t smoke.


    Crumpled into a ball and threw it on the ground, frowned and said, "it wasn''t before, now it is."


    "Six years... A lot must have happened to you."


    Cole took a breath of air conditioning and sat on the doorstep, ready to cut off the shirt sleeve stained with blood and stuck to the wound with a dagger.


    Lorraine picked up the hem of her coat, sat down next to her, and then said, "you must be hiding something from us about the Hudson house."


    Cole gritted his teeth.


    With flesh and blood, he tore off the cut sleeves, frowned and said, "Lorraine, since you believe in God, you should understand.


    Every elector of God has his own destiny. "


    Just as she said to ED before she came.


    "God let us meet and gave me this gift. It must have a mission."


    Lorraine was silent for a moment and said, "what about you? Aren''t you the chosen one of God?"


    "Me?"


    In the real dream, I rummaged through the boxes and cabinets, and finally found a half smoked, wrinkled cigarette in my old coat.


    Light it and suck it deeply.


    Cole turned to Lorraine with a cigarette in his hand and said, "hell welcomes people like me more than heaven, Mrs. Warren."


    Perhaps in the eyes of young people who like fashion culture, Cole''s remarks are very cool.


    But for Lorraine Warren, who knows the truth about the world.


    What the man sitting next to her said was appalling!