Exorcist’s Self-Cultivation

Du Wei was unaware of the strange scene that had occurred in the ward.

Otherwise, when he saw that pair of eyes, he would have found them incredibly familiar.

Because the uncontrollable eyes of James, and his own, or rather, the eyes of the Evil Spirit Du Wei, were virtually identical.

And that cold feeling, it was even more closely associated with the Evil Spirit Du Wei…

…

He parked the car in front of the psychological clinic.

Checking his phone for the time, it showed just past 7 a.m., and he had the whole day to deal with his affairs.

The bishop sent by the church would arrive in North Brook District tomorrow.

He would need to cooperate with the investigation of the two bishops then.

But before that, he had to try and deal with Annabelle, as well as meet with the Evil Spirit Du Wei again.

He took out his keys and opened the door.

Inside, everything was as usual.

The Antique Clock still hung on the wall, its overlapping hands ticking rhythmically.

Annabelle, who had lost her bet, stayed obediently within the display cabinet, unable to leave on her own unless there was an external force acting upon her.

As for the shadow…

Du Wei glanced at the shadowy area near the staircase on the first floor.

In that place, a pair of bloodshot eyes quietly sunk into the shadows, disappearing from sight.

Now it was daytime…

And the Evil Spirits didn’t like to act during the day.

Generally, the three Evil Spirits at home were only active at night and relatively quiet during the day.

Of course, if Du Wei wasn’t carrying a backpack, holding a Black Umbrella now, the shadow would probably still be stubbornly trying to attack him, attempting to kill him.

This Evil Spirit was more paranoid than any others Du Wei had encountered.

With a snap…

Du Wei closed the door, and the light on the first floor dimmed slightly.

Yet the eyes of the shadow came out quietly from the staircase, firmly fixating on Du Wei.

That malicious gaze made no attempt to hide its intentions.

Du Wei couldn’t be bothered with it and went to the sofa, placing the Black Umbrella on the coffee table, then took out two masks and two Joker Cards that were placed separately from his backpack.

He didn’t lack for special items on him right now.

But most of them had some issues.

Staring at the mask full of cracks, his gaze lingered on the eyes.

Du Wei’s expression was cold.

This original mask existed as a medium for the Evil Spirit Du Wei.

Although he later became the master of the mask, in Massas City, he suspected that after wearing the mask, the Evil Spirit Du Wei could also share his vision through it.

"This can’t be all your tricks, otherwise it would truly be disappointing…” Du Wei said indifferently. The mask had been helpful to him many times; as soon as he put it on, he gained the identity of an Evil Spirit.

This identity was very useful, but now it seemed that he had to be careful about the occasion when he wore the mask in the future, as certain information absolutely must not be made known to the Evil Spirit Du Wei.

If he could use this to his advantage, then killing the Evil Spirit Du Wei would be a very simple and deadly effective method.

Even, he could choose to let the Evil Spirit Du Wei know some information selectively, misleading it into making the wrong decisions.

Then, Du Wei turned his attention to the other mask.

Equally dazzlingly white, but this mask had no facial features on it.

And vaguely, Du Wei could feel the constant chill emanating from it.

This thing should more aptly be called the Masked Evil Spirit.

Because within the mask, there exists an Evil Spirit that cannot come out, yet cannot easily be destroyed.

At this moment.

Du Wei’s gaze was drawn to the Joker Card by his side.

It was the wish-granting Joker Card.

On the card’s face, at some unknown time, the figure dressed in a tailcoat had once again undergone a transformation.

This person’s stature was essentially identical to Du Wei’s, but unexpectedly, a white mask without facial features had appeared in its hand and it was slowly placing it upon its face.

At the same time, behind it, on the door that was held shut by numerous decaying arms, three arms suddenly let go the instant the mask was donned.

The next second, under Du Wei’s bewildered gaze, he watched those three arms slowly grasp onto the man wearing the mask.

The three rotting arms grabbed its shoulders and waist, appearing as if they were about to pull it into that glorious golden door.

Seeing this, Du Wei couldn’t help but shake his head, leaning on the sofa as his fingers gently tapped on the glass of the coffee table.

As he tapped, he pondered, “Although the two Joker Cards have different functions, their external manifestations are pretty much the same, with the figure in the tailcoat on the card representing its owner’s state, and the evil wolf and these arms represent the number of uses and the degree to which one has been assimilated by the Evil Spirit.”

"Once killed by the evil wolf, or pulled through the door by these arms, the Evil Spirit will make its move directly.”

"However, I have not used the wish-granting Joker Card, so the figure on it doesn’t just represent me, but also signifies the Masked Evil Spirit I created.”

"The Masked Evil Spirit… it cannot come out from within, and in a certain sense, its safety is second only to the Black Umbrella and the lighter.”

"And to deal with Annabelle, I’ll need to utilize its power.”

As he said this, Du Wei raised his eyebrows, pulled out a lighter from his pocket, and lit a cigarette for himself.

He had been under a lot of stress recently, and his smoking frequency had increased.

"Huh…”

He gently exhaled a puff of smoke.

Du Wei didn’t let go of the lighter button; instead, he turned to look behind him.

In his line of sight were eyes filled with bloodshot veins.

It was the shadow…

But Du Wei’s expression remained unchanged, with his right hand holding the lighter, his gaze serene.

"I could give you the chance to kill me, but the pity is, you’re not capable of doing so,” he said, his voice indifferent, obviously referring to his Evil Spirit clone.

The shadow was the Evil Spirit, of course it could not give Du Wei an answer.

One man, one Evil Spirit, they stared each other down.

The flame of the lighter burned more ferociously.

The shadow stood behind the sofa, staring fixedly at Du Wei who had turned to look at it; it seemed hesitant, but also wary of something.

The whole room fell into silence.

All that could be heard was the ticking of the clock hands.

As for Annabelle, it stayed motionless inside the curio cabinet, like a real doll.

After a long while.

The shadow slowly extended its hand towards Du Wei.

Malice erupted directly…

Du Wei, noticing the direction of the shadow’s reaching hand, his gaze intensified.

He knew, this ghostly thing was planning to twist his head off. Continue your story on Novgo.com

Just as in Massas City, where it tried to twist off the head of the Evil Spirit Mike Stowe.

With that thought, Du Wei sneered, “Looks like before I deal with Annabelle, I’ll have to use you for an experiment.”

The next second, he directly picked up the featureless white mask and placed it upon his own face.

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