Exorcism with Carbonated Holy Water

My name is Shi Mian. I was unemployed after graduating from the History Department. My second aunt forced me to work as an administrative assistant in the church. Administrative assistant, 9 to 5, including one lunch. I thought I was here to hear people's confessions, but it turned out that I was here to hear ghosts' confessions. I can't do exorcisms. I could only make do with lemon-flavored sparkling water from the convenience store - the color was most like holy water. I stocked up a whole box during the buy-one-get-one-free deal. There is a Buddhist sutra APP on my phone, but every time I play it, I have to watch a 30-second financial ad. The ghosts were silent after hearing this. I also fell silent. After all, I'm here to hear people's confessions. I don't really care whether the client dies or not. But I'm timid. Really timid. The kind that you wouldn't even dare to watch through the trailer of a horror movie. I originally thought that I would just hang around and wait until the old priest came back from vacation and I would continue to be my administrative assistant. Until one day, I met an organization called "The Day Club". The people they killed turned into evil spirits and came to me crying. My second aunt asked me in a strange voice on the phone: "Ah Mian, how did you know about the White House?" The old priest disappeared. Second aunt has changed. The day will be watching me. And all I had in my pocket was sparkling water, a screaming chicken, a roll of plastic wrap, and a song that had to wait 30 seconds for a commercial to air. I'm in a panic now and just want to ask: Old priest, when will you come back? I want to resign! !