The sorcerer placed some herbs in the barrel and then stuck a circle of symbols around the edge of the barrel.

The wooden barrel was lifted by two sorcerers and placed inside a large iron pot.

The fire under the steamer was burning fiercely, and as the fire grew stronger, the water in the iron pot began to boil.

Two sorcerers held swords made of copper coins in their hands, waving them and dancing around a wooden barrel, while chanting non-stop.

In the wooden barrel, Zion began to feel extremely hot.

It was so hot and uncomfortable, and my head was even more dizzy.

"It's so hot... Let me out... It's so hot!"

"Help me... Let me out..."

The scream came out of his mouth, and Zion finally remembered the screams he had heard before.

Exactly the same!

So that's how the scream came about...

Zion felt like his flesh was about to explode, but he kept it suppressed. The feeling of wanting to explode but not being able to was terrifying, despairing, and panicking.

"Let me out, I couldn't bear it anymore, I'm going to die..."

The fear of death made Zion suddenly stand up, about to lift the lid of the barrel, he was going to run on his own!

However, as soon as he lifted the lid of the barrel, someone pushed it back down!

Zion tried his best but couldn't lift the lid.

He cried, and he remembered when he and his sister were about to leave just now, the lid of the barrel was like being pressed down by a hand.

Originally, all of this was a scene reproduction.

When I was not inside the barrel, I only felt the scene was terrifying. But when I was inside the barrel myself, it was deeply despairing.

Susie and Mitch looked at each other like this, and Susie couldn't help but grab onto Micky's robe.

Zion was certainly not possessed by a ghost, nor was he a scapegoat.

It was just the time when the female ghost was being steamed, and she pounced on Zion, so Zion would fully experience and relive the process of the female ghost's death.

"Micky, is this really possible?"

Watching Zion struggling in pain on the floor, Susie couldn't help but feel extremely sorry for him.

She didn't want Zion to awaken in such a painful way.

I wanted him to take it slow like Wade...

Mitch, with a heart of stone, said indifferently, "One always has to wake up, and it's better to have a short pain than a long one."

This guy's reaction was really slow. I thought he would have awakened Day God's talent quickly after undergoing surgery, considering he had gone through hell to get there.

Unexpectedly, three years had passed and he was still stuck in the same place, making very slow progress in his talents. Despite three years of accumulation, the only thing he had achieved was a faint glimmer in the palm of his hand after a small slap.

Susie bit her lip and turned her head reluctantly, her eyes slightly reddening.

"Okay... So, will Zion be in pain?"

In fact, she knew better than anyone that Zion wouldn't die in pain, but she couldn't help but ask.

Mitch placed his big palm on her head and gently stroked it, saying, "Don't worry, nothing will happen."

At this time, although Zion was not in the steamer, he behaved as if he was in the steamer.

He was drenched in sweat, with his clothes soaked and his hair sticking to his head.

He felt his face going numb, and his lips also felt a bit numb. What was even more uncomfortable was his chest, he couldn't breathe at all.

But as long as he had strength, he kept struggling, trying to save himself.

But they heard the voice of the sorcerer outside, saying, "Hold the lid, don't let her out!"

During this period, Becky's mother was panicking and wanted to pull her daughter out, but was stopped by the sorcerer.

"It was not your family's Becky who was calling for help now, it was those lonely wandering spirits!"

"The lonely ghost couldn't bear it anymore and was about to be forced out, so it shouted for help through Becky's mouth."

"In fact, it wasn't her shouting for help! If we were to lift the lid now, those lost souls and wild ghosts would run away."

"When we are no longer here, these ghosts will be even more resentful and will still come looking for us..."

Upon hearing the sorcerer's words, Becky's mother dared not to obstruct any longer.

She wiped her tears while listening to her daughter's screams.

Becky's husband heard the cries of "Husband, help me, husband... save me, get me out..."

He was also extremely uncomfortable, but there was nothing he could do. The sorcerer said that everything would be fine, as they were currently extracting the ghost, and pain was a normal occurrence.

"Becky, just hold on a little longer, it will be fine soon, it will be fine soon!"

In the barrel, Zion had no strength left to cry out.

He felt... that he had become familiar.

He watched helplessly as his skin swelled up, just like the steamed buns in his grandmother's pot. Looking from the outside of the transparent lid, the bun's skin puffed up.

Then he watched as his skin turned pale, steam rising from the barrel, the eerie scent of meat mixed with the sorcerer's ingredients of cinnabar and black dog's blood placed in the barrel...

There was no sound in the wooden barrel.

Zion "passed out" in the past, but he was very aware that it wasn't him who passed out, but the previous Becky.

Immediately after, he heard a commotion outside the bucket.

It seems that some villagers came over to stop it.

"There was no sound inside, quickly open and take a look!"

"Don't cause any casualties!"

Becky's mother and husband were still hesitating, "But, Master..."

The sorcerer's resolute voice said, "No! Now is the most crucial time! Those evil ghosts have been forced out, so they cannot scream through Becky's mouth!"

"Becky has already been cured by us! However, to prevent any future recurrence, she must be steamed for another 20 minutes!"

"When all the evil ghosts were eradicated, she would forever regain her health..."