"Fuck! You're asking for it!"

When Franklin heard this group dare to insult his mother, he immediately swung his sickle and charged out, striking towards Lauren's face.

Lauren, after all, was a grown man, dealing with a brat like Franklin was incredibly easy.

He kicked out, sending Franklin flying backward.

This house was already dilapidated, and Franklin, being stout, crashed directly through the wall and landed on the muddy grass outside.

The woman hurriedly ran out and helped Franklin up.

"Mom, we have to run."

Ignoring his pain, Franklin grabbed his mother's hand and fled into the distance.

Lauren and his gang, upon realizing what happened, were furious. There was no way they'd give up on Mrs. Franklin, a voluptuous and tall woman, so they chased after them in the wind and rain.

Sun Yan walked outside, watching the scene and couldn't help but fall into thought.

Was this an illusion, or did this really happen back then?

Unable to make sense of it, Sun Yan quickly followed, watching as Franklin and his mother fled while Lauren's gang pursued.

Soon, they reached an old church on the outskirts of Nightingale Town. Franklin pounded on the church door, shouting, "Sister Mary Jane! Open the door, save us!"

With Franklin's vigorous knocking, a horse-faced nun in a white robe soon opened the door, asking in confusion, "What's going on?"

"Someone in town wants to harm us, they're right behind us."

Before Franklin could say more, Lauren's gang had caught up. He kicked Franklin into the church and led his gang inside, shutting the door.

"B***h, think you can run."

Lauren angrily undid his belt. The nun, seeing the situation, quickly realized what was happening.

As a God-fearing clergy member, she immediately stood righteously in front of Franklin and his mother, warning Lauren's gang, "Oh, God, look at what you are doing, you beasts, flee now and do not defile this sacred place or you will surely go to Hell after you die."

She hadn't even finished speaking when Lauren impatiently slapped her.

"Fuck God, God can't send women to us now. Guys, we have two women now, just enough for a whole night of fun, hahaha."

Seeing Lauren approach his mother with evil intentions, Franklin couldn't hold back and rushed forward to protect her.

But Lauren and others drew knives and stabbed him. Soon, Franklin lay in a pool of blood.

Only the pitiful sounds of screams filled the small, rundown chapel.

"You! God will punish you, your souls will be cast into Hell and endure a thousand torments by the Demon!"

The horse-faced nun cried out miserably as Lauren strangled her to death.

"Brothers, we've gone this far, we absolutely can't let this get out, or the sheriff will have us eating lead,

so let's each take a piece of this kid, bury his body in our backyards, that way no one will spill the secret of tonight,

this is our secret, right? As for the woman, I'll keep her in my basement, you can visit anytime you're lonely."

Lauren carried Mrs. Franklin on his shoulder, laughing as he chopped off one of Franklin's hands, walking out of the church with a threatening remark.

"No one who didn't take part tonight gets to leave here alive."

Upon hearing this, the remaining men chopped off a piece of Franklin's body and left the church.

Together, they set the church afire, burning it to ruins. Franklin's broken body was turned to ash in the flames.

Outside the church, Sun Yan silently viewed the charred remains, finding his answer.

The woman appearing in Lauren's house, the horse-faced nun's Evil Spirit around her, and Franklin's actions.

"Are you here to help them, these scums? They deserve no salvation, they should go to Hell after death, suffering the worst torture there."

A vision of the horse-faced nun in a white habit appeared before Sun Yan, her gaze calm as she looked at him. Though her mouth didn't open, her voice echoed in his ear.

"You have your grudges, but I have my principles. No Evil Spirit can exist in Nightingale Town, Franklin must be destroyed." Sun Yan stated.

"But what about those sinners, will they just live in this world, unpunished for their deeds?" The horse-faced nun frowned unwillingly.

She knew she wasn't a match for Sun Yan, so she could only appeal to reason.

Had Sun Yan not been a powerful Exorcist, he might never have known of this deeply buried past.

"Those who wronged you back then, you can have your revenge, I won't stop you, but only tonight and no targeting the children. I assume their fathers are the villains from back then,

you seek revenge, I won't intervene until dawn, and then let Franklin come to me."

Sun Yan stood with arms crossed: "If you agree, I'll pretend I didn't know a thing."

"No, it's not enough to quell Franklin's hatred, those children must die too." The horse-faced nun shook her head.

Having been killed by Lauren's gang, this former clergy had long abandoned her faith and felt no mercy for her former tormentors.

Only by wiping out their descendants could the hatred in her and Franklin be pacified.

"Then there's no deal. As long as I'm here, Franklin can't harm the children. If he dares appear again, I'll see his soul erased, maybe then he'll reach the Hell you speak of."

Faced with Sun Yan's threat, the horse-faced nun fell silent.

She knew well of Sun Yan's power; even if Franklin wasn't a mere Evil Spirit, he was no match for this exorcist before her.

"Alright, I'll discuss it with Franklin and give you an answer by tomorrow morning."

As Sun Yan's vision faded and cleared, he found himself back in the second floor of Lauren's house.

Mrs. Franklin, lips removed and teeth extracted, stood howling, gesturing with her hands.

Unfortunately, Sun Yan didn't know sign language to understand her. Captive for years, the poor woman had suffered countless inhuman tortures.

Though it was unclear how she escaped, he still notified Mr. Beilun with his phone.

The dark case long shrouded in Nightingale Town was about to see light, truth revealed.

What Mr. Beilun decided was no longer Sun Yan's concern.

The next day, Nightingale Town hall.

Sixteen children lay safely asleep in their bedding. As the colorful windows allowed a shaft of morning sunlight, Sun Yan, who'd stayed alert all night, couldn't help but yawn.

It was time for the final ultimatum.

Suddenly, a wave of intense fatigue hit him, and Sun Yan slumped sleepily into the chair.

When his consciousness returned, his surroundings remained the desolate road, and the rundown house beside.

Franklin, in trench coat and hat, quietly stood at the door, watching him.

"Sir, may I ask you for one thing?"