Capítulo 222: Chapter 222: Instructions
The complete version of the video was far more chilling and horrifying than the edited version, which was why Amelia needed to edit it in the first place.
"Are you sure you want the complete version of the video?" Tricia asked somewhat apprehensively, looking up from her laptop.
She was bold, and despite her extensive experience, the video still unnerved her.
Saxon nodded, "It's not for me; it's for someone else."
"I see, as long as you're not watching it yourself."
Tricia acknowledged with an 'oh' and turned to press the transfer button on her laptop screen.
Saxon shrugged and glanced over at Amelia, who was conversing with an old monk and a man who had just regained consciousness, looking relaxed.
In fact, he was planning to send the video back to his mother. The most important thing was that his mother would eventually share it with Father York.
He was certain of this.
And indeed, his guess was correct.
Mrs. Camille didn't even have time to complain about her son and instead forwarded the video to Father York.
"Father, this is the video Saxon and his crew just shot," she said.
Father York glanced at Eileen busy in the kitchen, pinching his phone in one hand and frowning at the laptop with the other, "Hasn't Saxon returned to the country yet?"
Mrs. Camille rubbed her temples, "He's booked a flight for tomorrow, but I've been uneasy these past two days, nervous. Father York, do you think Saxon will be alright?"
"Such things are hard to predict. As long as he is in Thailand, danger exists."
In his view, Thailand, a country rich in tales of spirits and deities, was a place where supernatural occurrences were common.
Hearing this, Mrs. Camille firmly resolved, "I'll make sure he comes back tomorrow."
"Well, if you want peace of mind, that's the only way." Father York was non-committal. Since it came to this, he still felt concerned.
"Did you say Saxon always wears the cross I gave him?"
"Yes, he's been wearing it since high school and never takes it off."
That kid.
Hearing this, Father York couldn't help but recall the first day he met Saxon, "If something really happens, tell him to hold the cross I gave him and recite the Lord's Prayer. It will be effective."
The cross was enchanted and blessed by him, different from ordinary crosses, surrounded by divine attributes.
Reciting the prayer would trigger the power hidden in the cross, unleashing its holy energy.
"Alright, Father York," Mrs. Camille said, feeling a huge weight lifted off her chest.
"What did you say Saxon was doing?"
Upon hearing the voice from the phone, she quickly responded, "Bangkok."
"Bangkok?" Father York raised an eyebrow, "If he really encounters trouble, tell him to seek Father Martin at the Huang Bridge Church and say I sent him, asking for help."
Mrs. Camille took note of the church and priest's names, "Okay, Father York."
Father York could hear Mrs. Camille's relaxed tone and remembered her first visit to Pluto Church to talk about her divorce troubles, smiling, "At worst, I can go there myself to bring the kid back. That should put your mind at ease, right?"
Mrs. Camille felt a bit embarrassed for bothering the priest so late.
"Sorry to disturb you at this hour, Father."
"No problem," Father York said kindly, "We've known each other for a long time, and after all, you've donated so much money..."
Hearing this, Mrs. Camille touched her face, showing a sense of time passing, her forehead and eyes lined with wrinkles, while the priest seemed unchanging, as if she had aged but he remained forever young.
"But you still look the same, while I have already..."
"Cough."
The conversation couldn't continue on this note. Father York clicked on the tablet to play the video, "If there's a problem with the video, I'll call you back."
"Alright, Father York," Mrs. Camille chuckled, hanging up and then dialing Saxon's number...
Meanwhile, Father York was already engrossed in the so-called paranormal video.
This time, he watched with great interest.
Unlike American paranormal activities, the Thai version had more ambiance, and he again saw hints of witchcraft.
The symptoms—red eyes, terror, not recognizing people, hallucinations—were clearly witchcraft.
"No wonder it's Thailand. If unprepared, this witchcraft can indeed be hard to guard against."
Father York watched the entire unedited video calmly, and when the old monk began to break the witchcraft, he stopped the video.
To him, the video was like watching a movie, similar to a movie about witchcraft he'd seen in a past life, especially the classic one titled 'Witchcraft.'
"That one even had the most ferocious flying witchcraft..."
Father York shook his head and turned off the device, noting that all these phenomena stemmed from dark forces, which were naturally countered by the holy.
Just like the old monk in the video, who used the power of their gods to perform the exorcism, drawing the power of Rahu onto the man.
"Father, what are you watching?"
Hearing the voice, Father York looked up from his thoughts. Eileen had pushed his dinner over and was now sitting next to him.
"An unusual paranormal event. Do you want to see?"
Father York slid the tablet toward her.
Eileen hesitated, "Can I?"
Father York started on his steak, "Of course. If you can still eat after watching it, go ahead."
Hearing this, Eileen sensed the priest's quirky sense of humor.
"So maybe it's better to watch it after dinner."
Father York smiled, tasting the steak, savoring it without speaking further.
Eileen's culinary skills had indeed improved; the steak was perfectly tender and juicy.
Enjoying the explosion of flavors, Father York seemed very content.
Seeing him so satisfied, Eileen put aside her thoughts and smiled, responding to his earlier comment:
"Alright, Father."
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