Chapter 1089? Exorcism

Ms. Sloan and the general manager of Littman Publishing rushed back from Springfield City. The educational film plan still has to fall on the governor. His performance in the previous riots has won very good reviews from top to bottom. Donkey Party The internal reputation faintly compares with the less decisive Chicago Mayor Daly Jr.

"What are they doing?"

She saw two rows of black people standing at the foot of Song Ya's hospital bed. Besides Aunt Susie, Connie, Tony, Emily and their friends, Big A and Al also took off their hip-hop costumes and all wore black styles The white choir robe, with a solemn expression.

Goodman and Hamlin, who were watching outside the door with their hands in their trouser pockets, pouted at Pastor William.

I saw William, who was solemnly wearing the priest's full set of equipment, holding the Bible in one hand, crossing in the air with the index finger and middle finger of the other hand, and circling in front of Song Ya's bed while muttering.

"Exorcism?" Sloane asked in a low voice.

"Almost." Hamlin nodded.

"It's ridiculous." Sloan complained: "Why don't you two stop them?"

Goodman and Hamlin stepped aside and made a gesture of inviting you in.

"Hehe..." Sloan didn't go in.

"Maybe it will work?" said the general manager of Littman Publishing behind the three of them.

Goodman, Hamlin, and Sloan looked back at him strangely.

"It doesn't hurt to try..." The old man shrank his neck.

"GOD!"

William put a few drops of holy water on Song Ya's forehead, then suddenly opened his arms and roared out the window, startling everyone outside the room.

"Look here! Save your child!" William turned and pointed to Song Ya on the hospital bed, "Your loyal servant, lost lamb...Alexander!" At the same time, he gestured quietly to Al.

"Papa papa!" Al beat the time with his palms and led the singing: "Daddy hare hare Uriye, don't hare hare hare Amiya..."

Susie and the others sang along in unison, very well.

"I do it in the name of Jesus Christ!"

William took out the silver cross, stepped on the rhythm and continued to shout: "The prophet gave me strength! To you! The devil! Judgment!" One step rushed to Song Ya's bed, "The devil!"

He imprinted the cross on Song Ya's forehead, and sprayed the saliva on the other's face, "I order you, get out of his mind and heart! Get out!"

"I call upon the wind of God! The light of heaven! The hottest and hottest fire!"

"Demon! Ghost! Get out!"

"Get out!" Aunt Susie and the others echoed in unison with tears in their eyes.

"This is my ultimatum!"

"Ultimatum!"

"go out!"

"go out!"

"You cunning devil, cold-blooded killer, filth that brings nothing but destruction and destruction to the earth! Get out! Or I will destroy you in the name of Christ Jesus!"

William seemed to feel something, the hand holding the cross and the whole body were trembling, as if he was in a fierce battle with the opponent.

"Destroy you! Papa Boar, Papa Boar..."

The 'Chorus' even smoothly transposed to another song 'created' by Song Ya: SaaMagni, which still uses Babayetu's lyrics.

"Hmm... Ushaya..." There is also the one in charge of the harmony, which is well-proportioned and really not unpleasant.

"Puff! Puff!" William blew on Song Ya's head, "Get out! Devil! Get out! Get out of this body, this room, this country!"

"Alex..."

Aunt Susie and the others became more and more involved. While singing, they began to use the habit of black folk music, clapping hands, circling, raising their arms high, and screaming.

The ward was chaotic and orderly, and it was extremely lively.

Sloan could only rest his forehead with his hands.

"Let's go! Let's go! Get out of here, you can go anywhere!" William's face was covered with tears, and he found that Song Ya hadn't responded yet, so he began to lower his demands and bargain with the devil, "Go!"

He grabbed Song Ya's chest, "This is not your kingdom! Go away!" Then he waved his arms out of the window, as if he was throwing something out.

"Go away!"

"In the name of Jesus Christ! Devil! You will destroy you like God stomped you underfoot in the Garden of Eden!"

After the time of the two songs was over, William put away the things, and Song Ya was left with a small white cross mark on his forehead, "Look at him again, doctor." He demanded.

The doctor huddled in the corner began to examine Song Ya again, taking pictures, poking, knocking...

Aunt Susie and the others watched intently.

The doctor finally held Song Ya's calf and shook his head at them.

"How could this be..." Aunt Susie burst into tears, "My Alex!"

"I need more strength, more power of faith!" Unwilling, William shouted again, and glared at the people watching the excitement outside the door.

Sloan rolled his eyes, feeling bad.

"You guys! Don't just stand and watch! Don't you want Alex to get better!?"

Aunt Susie rushed out angrily, "Go in! Go in! Let's go together!" She pushed the white elites in suits and ties into the ward.

"Mike!"

She went out to check again, and pulled up the collar of Old Mike who was sitting in the corridor reading the newspaper, "You come in for me too!"

Old Mike didn't care about the black aunt either, and was brought in with his eyes rolled.

"I can't... sing..." Sloan was placed between the buckets of Connie and Emily, so embarrassed that he wanted to find a crack in the ground.

"GOD!"

William couldn't help saying, let's do it again.

"Daddy hare hare Uriye, not hare hare hare Amiya..." Everyone sang again led by Al.

Sloan stood blankly, and was immediately stared back at by Susie, so she could only move her lips to cope with the errand.

"Demon! Ghost! Get out!"

The atmosphere in the room was heated again. She looked at the man lying motionless on the hospital bed, and her mood was unknowingly infected by Susie and the others. She couldn't help but look at other people. Goodman, Hamlin and Old Mike were all helpless. While talking, the old white man, the general manager of Littman Publishing, followed the crowd and sang louder and louder.

"Maybe he's got it right, and it doesn't hurt to try?" Sloan thought.

The repeated Lord's Prayer is not long, and there are only so many syllables, so it is easy to learn. Gradually, a sound came out of her throat, and then she was startled by her own voice, and felt very ashamed to look around. People's reactions don't seem to care? Everyone looked at William, who was shouting and shouting, and sang very devotedly.

Sing a song and clap your hands, take a step to the left, clap your hands again, take a step to the right, line up and circle around.

Clap your hands upwards, spread your arms apart, and look up at the ceiling... Bah bah, I pray to God that APLUS will get well soon.

"Get out! Get out, woo woo woo... woo!"

The chest and back of Father William's robe were soaked. He knelt down in front of the hospital bed exhaustedly, covering his tearful eyes, "Check again, doctor."

"William!" Aunt Susie rushed to hug him distressedly.

"It's still... not good." The doctor reported cruelly.

"This devil is too powerful..." William argued.

"Bring the damn file!"

Susie desperately re-believed in science, snatched the documents from the family members agreeing to the MRI and other examinations, swiped and signed, and threw the pen away after signing, "William, let's go, you need to rest now dear..."

Everyone left the ward in a dejected file.

'Crack, crack, crack...'

Sloan followed Connie out of the door, and when she looked up, she saw the governor's wife who was smiling and applauding, "Good singing, Sloan." Her eyes were teasing.

"God, kill me!"

Sloan's face turned pale in an instant, and he felt that there was nothing to love.