Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 451: Tom failed.

Father Tony was almost frantically rushing out of the second-floor room.

While walking, he hurriedly put on his clothes.

The so-called eye pattern had, by this time, rooted deeply in his mind, impossible to shake off.

Because it represented, another ancient religious organization.

Not a Cult, but the Voodoo Cult, also known as Voodoo.

Previously, the city in Jedecra State that Du Wei went to—its reflection dragged away by the bus, West Gana—was the territory of the Voodoo Cult, but later, because the bus was in motion, Du Wei couldn’t reach the city.

In contrast, this indecent party that Father Tony attended was orchestrated by the Voodoo Cult.

The most important thing was.

Father Tony had not forgotten what that Voodoo Cult member named Emily had said, that they had held this kind of party eighty times already.

This meant that the Voodoo Cult had started infiltrating the church’s influence a long time ago.

"I need to quickly tell Tom to leave and report everything to the church."

While pondering in his heart, Father Tony hastened his steps toward the stairs downwards.

At this moment, in the party hall downstairs.

Men and women were already haphazardly mingling together.

Behaving indecently in public.

Father Tony had never seen such a spectacle, not even in the Red Light District where everyone would still act with some discretion.

His face turning red, he found Tom in a corner.

To his bewilderment, Tom at that moment was sitting alone in the corner, his face displaying conflict and complexity, a cigarette tucked in his Right Hand, slowly drawing from it.

Seeing Father Tony descend, Tom said in a low voice, "You done?"

Father Tony instinctively nodded, then started shaking his head frantically, "No, no, no, I didn’t do anything. We’re leaving now, this party..."

Upon saying this...

Father Tony turned his head to look at the others, saw that no one was paying attention to them, and then lowered his voice to say, "This party, it seems to have been initiated by the Voodoo Cult. Although I don’t know what they really want, but we must leave, otherwise, I don’t know what might happen."

Upon hearing this, Tom’s expression immediately darkened.

"Fuck! I knew something was off!"

Just then.

The mental suggestion Du Wei had previously set for him had worn off.

It needed to be recharged.

This was why Tom had been sitting alone in the corner, smoking the unfinished after-activity cigarette.

He immediately turned to look at the others, his eyes becoming very dangerous.

Father Tony did likewise; the two of them quietly stayed by the corner, sneaking out of the party.

Up in the room on the second floor.

That middle-aged woman from the Voodoo Cult named Emily was sitting on the bed, biting her teeth in dilemmatic decision-making.

"That disgusting old man actually got sick, but from what he implied, he wants to proceed with proper safety measures and continue with me..."

"I couldn’t have caught it from him, could I?"

"The man is over sixty, how could he still get sick? Has he been messing around all this time?"

Emily was very conflicted.

Five years ago, the Voodoo Cult along with some other sects, for reasons unknown, had adopted a mode of infiltration within the church’s sphere of influence, in various forms.

Moreover, the ultimate goal seemed to be to absorb the members of the church.

It appeared as if they were planting undercover agents.

Emily, despite not knowing why the Voodoo Cult had to do this, didn’t let it stop her from resolutely carrying out her assigned task.

It was probably about a year ago.

Emily came to New York to start making arrangements, and only recently managed to expand the situation, organizing special parties to attract some people to join.

But when it came to recruiting church members, she hit a wall.

Now, by chance, Father Tony came knocking on her door, and she wasn’t about to let this opportunity slip by.

"Sick, then sick be it…"

"I’m ready to make the sacrifice, worst comes to worst I’ll just go to the gynecologist for treatment afterwards."

With that thought, Emily gritted her teeth and lay silently on the bed, waiting.

…

Meanwhile.

In the party, no one noticed the moment Tom and Father Tony sneakily slipped away.

This might sound a bit odd.

But after all, it was just a party held according to tradition, not touching the core of the Voodoo Cult’s plot.

That is, the so-called members…

After the two of them got outside, they hurried into the car, stepped on the gas, and left the party scene straight away.

The rear-view mirror reflected the bright lights and revelry; it was clear that behind them was a three-story detached villa, very luxuriously decorated.

It was already the most affluent area in New York City.

In the car.

Tom sat in the driver’s seat, racing at high speed. He drove while he spoke to Father Tony in the passenger seat, "Fuck! I feel like cults are my bane; that stupid Veda Sect last time messed me up so bad."

"And now, here comes this weird-ass Voodoo Cult."

"Are they full or something? Why are they doing this to me?"

God knows, Tom hated cults. After the Veda Sect fell apart, a lot of the shadows in his mind cleared away, but he hadn’t expected another one to pop up so soon.

Father Tony finally came to his senses at this point.

He remembered what Tom had said at the party.

Suddenly, the way he looked at Tom changed, "You can’t do it anymore?"

Is that really true?

Tom’s face darkened, and he quickly waved his hand, "Don’t talk nonsense."

Father Tony didn’t buy it at all; he knew Tom too well.

Tom’s eyes were red, "That’s because I’m tired of it, the joy of youth, you simply wouldn’t understand!"

Hmm…

For some inexplicable reason, Tom glanced at his nose and felt his eyes burn, a tear of humiliation streaking down his cheek.

Seeing this, how could Father Tony not understand what had happened?

He looked at Tom with a very sympathetic gaze and said, "I once ministered to a young woman who was targeted by an Evil Spirit. Her husband was impotent, just like you, but rest assured, I won’t judge you."

Totally incensed, Tom cursed out, "Fuck! You don’t know shit!"

His tone was indescribably angry.

Father Tony chuckled flatteringly and quickly took out his mobile phone, "Alright, alright… I’ll call Mr. Du Wei right now to see what to do. It might be good for him to recharge you."

At present, the highest leader of the church in New York was Du Wei.

Apart from turning to Du Wei, seeking anyone else for a solution was out of the question.

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