"Let's go, we'll pass through here."
After nodding to Taran beside him, Chu Feng cautiously moved forward, shotgun in hand.
Taran, her Spiritual Power not fully recovered, naturally didn't dare to stray too far from Chu Feng and hurriedly followed, also holding her shotgun.
Reaching the door of the adjacent hospital room and hearing no sound from within, Chu Feng peered inside.
Inside the dimly lit hospital room, the bed was overturned to one side, and the walls were mottled with crimson bloodstains. In the center of the room, a figure sat slumped in a pool of blood, its head hanging low.
His blood-drenched clothes were unrecognizable, but a cross around his neck suggested he might have been from a church in New York.
"It's Mr. Sang Bern! How could it be...?"
Taran, who had followed, recognized the figure in the hospital room at a glance.
"You knew him?"
"Yes, we interacted during an Exorcist banquet before."
Taran looked visibly dejected.
