Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 373 - : 370. Brother Tom, you... (Fourth update, oh)

Chapter 373: 370. Brother Tom, you… (Fourth update, oh)

Outside the Red Light District…

An old-fashioned Beetle sedan came to a stop.

It belonged to Father Tony.

As soon as he got out,

Father Tony saw Tom standing at the parking area of the Red Light District, smoking and looking somewhat listless.

For some reason,

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Father Tony always felt that Tom was a bit off today…

Uh… seemingly a bit hollow.

But Father Tony didn’t think too much of it.

Today he was very fashionably dressed, wearing a hoodie dress that the youngsters liked.

If you ignore his age, he thought he looked quite cool.

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Father Tony pulled up his hood and walked over to Tom with his head down.

“Hey… I’m here.”

Tom recognized Father Tony immediately, coughed, and after exchanging glances, they walked arm in arm into the Red Light District.

The neon lights cast a long shadow over both of them.

Once inside,

many women at the doors of the sketchy bars and hair salons along the streets of the Red Light District threw flirtatious looks at the two men.

But neither Tom nor Father Tony gave them a second glance.

The two were regulars.

Ordinary women couldn’t catch their eyes.

If it weren’t for Tom, Father Tony might still have an interest in those women, but after getting to know Tom,

his tastes had been sophisticated.

He coughed.

Father Tony looked at Tom and asked, “How late are we partying tonight? You don’t seem to be in a good shape.”

Tom said proudly, “Of course, till the break of dawn. Don’t mind my current state; even if I party from now until this time tomorrow, I can still hold on.”

It had always been this way.

Whenever they came to the Red Light District, it was Tom who paid.

He spent almost 90 percent of his salary here and was somewhat overwhelmed.

Today Father Tony, having had a pang of conscience, decided to treat.

How could Tom miss this opportunity?

And since yesterday morning, after Du Wei told him about “that method,” he tried it himself and felt he was back in business.

Of course…

For this, Tom had paid an insignificant price.

He was a bit drained…

Father Tony had no idea about Tom’s recent experiences and said somewhat enviously, “As expected of a young man, to have such physical strength… Ah, I just can’t compare.”

Upon hearing this, Tom boasted, “Average young people just can’t compare with me, Tom. I can go from morning to night, can they?”

Father Tony agreed, “Indeed, they can’t; after all, they don’t know your personal method.”

As the formidable duo of the Red Light District,

Tom had long shared his personal method with Father Tony.

Otherwise, it would have been too underhanded.

At this moment, the two had entered a basement bar with an OBT sign.

Many acquaintances inside the bar immediately gathered around Father Tony and Tom.

With people hugging them from both sides, Tom and Father Tony walked to a corner of the bar.

There sat a genuine leather sofa.

It wasn’t long before someone brought over cocktails.

Tom waved someone over and whispered to a scantily clad girl, “Old rules, bring two of the older ones, definitely ones who have been divorced.”

The woman laughed flirtatiously and threw him a coy look, “Don’t worry, we’re all familiar here.”

Father Tony’s face bloomed with a smile; he picked up a cocktail and cheered with Tom, drinking together.

Under the influence of alcohol,

Tom quickly found his groove, and his spirits revived.

He couldn’t help but appreciate inwardly, “Having a friend who’s a psychologist is truly great; good brother, I’ll definitely pay you back double.”

As he thought this, a graceful lady took a seat next to Tom, tenderly picking up a glass and sipping gently.

She was dressed very seductively in black,

Every move she made was full of allure.

Tom was thrilled…

But just then, as if Father Tony remembered something, he asked, “Right, didn’t you tell me before that you were going to hire company? How was the experience?”

Suddenly, Tom’s face turned green…

He turned his head and stared at Father Tony in disbelief, as the painful experiences that tormented him flooded his mind…

It was the stuff of nightmares for any man.

The hand holding his glass shook uncontrollably.

His lips, too, quivered, parting several times without uttering a single word.

Tom’s heart was ice cold.

He pushed away the woman who had leaned towards him and looked up, feeling dejected.

Just then, a beam of light shone over.

It illuminated Tom’s face clearly, his expression blank, with tears flickering in his eyes.

Father Tony was looking at Tom as he spoke, so he immediately caught this small detail.

He asked in bewilderment, “What’s wrong with you? Has the call girl made such a deep impression? You haven’t fallen for her, have you? It looks like you’re about to cry.”

Tom’s voice trembled, “You’re seeing things.”

With that, he lifted his glass and drained it in one gulp.

Not again…

Father Tony sighed inwardly, remembering clearly how Tom had fallen for the beautiful neighbor, who, as it turned out, had been hanging dead in the window for three days.

Alas…

Tom was just too sentimental.

As his friend, it was his duty to help him move past his sadness.

So, Father Tony cleared his throat and loudly declared, “Get Tom ten girls, make sure they’re the prettiest ones.”

Upon hearing this, Tom’s eyes widened…

Father Tony waved his hand at him, “Don’t worry, my treat today. Are ten enough, or should we get ten more?”

Tom’s eyes brimmed with tears, “I fucking thank you…”

…

June 16 was an unforgettable day for Tom.

He might remember it forever.

And develop an indelible psychological shadow from the Red Light District.

For Dusk Bell Church, too,

this day was also a shadow.

Everyone had diarrhea…

They were vomiting and defecating, and some people even started hallucinating.

Hunters are still human…

Evil Spirit Transformation could make them indifferent, and the strong-willed might ignore pain.

But that doesn’t mean they could ignore abnormalities in their bodies.

The leader of Dusk Bell, Matthew, was already very old. As someone who lived from the last century to the present, enduring over two hundred years—though abnormal—it didn’t mean he had good physical health.

In the second floor of the church, within the council hall,

Bang…

Matthew slammed his hand on the table, his long hood hiding his aged face, inscrutable.

But his anger was evident.

“Don’t tell me all the hunters of the Dusk Bell have food poisoning. Investigate, I demand a reasonable explanation!”

“This time everyone’s vomiting and defecating, with the severe cases hallucinating. What about next time?”

“Next time will we all just mysteriously die?”

The faces of everyone present looked terrible.

The food for the members within the Dusk Bell Church had always been strictly screened.

There should have been no problems.

But a problem arising was a serious matter…

At that moment, Ryan, who was leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed and head cocked, said disdainfully, “Investigate what? This is a normal reaction to medication. I, Doctor Ryan, prescribed it personally—are you questioning it?”

Matthew glanced at him coldly, “Bishop Ryan, you may remain silent, as I have no interest in playing ‘patient and doctor’ with you.”

Prescription?

Mental illness hunter, why on earth did I allow such a person to join Dusk Bell?

His speech was all nonsensical.

Matthew shifted his gaze from Ryan, noticing that the seat next to Ryan was empty.

Immediately, Matthew frowned and asked, “Where’s James? Why hasn’t he arrived yet?”

Ryan scratched his head, “Oh, him? He’s asleep in his room.”

Matthew heard this and was displeased, but he didn’t say more.

He stood up holding his stomach and looked at everyone, his voice hoarse, “I give you three days to find out who’s behind this!”

The people stood up in unison, “At your command, your excellency!”