Exorcist’s Self-Cultivation

Inside Alvin Dowqui’s room.

After the door had closed.

It was quite a while before the light in the room dimmed several degrees.

Large shadows began to spread in the corners, and under the light, they suddenly twisted into grotesque shapes.

Four elderly men, dressed in black and with withered hair, stood in the corner.

Their eyes conveyed a dead silence and emptiness, devoid of any emotion. With their arrival, the temperature in the room dropped sharply.

The cold malice, like a sticky snake, filled the room.

They were all hunters, from the same era as Alvin Dowqui, but the extent of their Evil Spirit Transformation was even deeper.

Someone asked, “Can we confirm his connection with the Dusk Bell?”

Alvin answered expressionlessly, “That is no longer important. If he is from the Dusk Bell, then they will surely respond after learning this news.”

"If he is not, then he will definitely convey my exact words to them.”

Another person asked, “So you are really prepared to die? The Church still needs you right now.”

Alvin replied numbly, “I will die sooner or later. If I can use this opportunity to eliminate the hardliners inside the Dusk Bell, it will increase the chance of Dusk Bell returning to the Church.”

After these words fell, the room fell into silence.

No one spoke again.

It was not until a good while later that someone spoke with an odd tone, “If we had an undercover in the Dusk Bell who could influence their decisions, that would be great.”

"Unfortunately, we do not have such an undercover.”

…

Meanwhile.

In the basement of Dusk Bell Church in Switzerland.

In the clean room specially prepared for the mentally ill patient Ryan.

Hannibal Lecter was holding a pocket watch, hypnotizing the man in a white lab coat tied to the bed.

"Mr. Ryan, look at the second hand. It’s moving continuously. You’re very tired. You feel very sleepy. Your breath is slowing down, and your eyelids are closing.”

"You’re going to sleep…”

"Once you fall asleep, you will reveal your true self, and then your hunter abilities will also come to light.”

"Show me the surprise, my friend.”

For Hannibal, before setting off to meet the hunter named Du Wei, he had to take care of his own affairs first.

For instance, trying to hypnotize this special patient, hoping to awaken his special power that could nullify hunter abilities.

However.

Ryan looked disdainful; Hannibal’s hypnosis had no effect on him.

He even taunted, “I suggest you give up. I’ve seen too many mental patients playing doctor.”

"Once I cure all the mental illness of Dusk Bell, the director will promote me to be his deputy. I can tolerate your foolish performance for now, but you’d better not go too far!”

Hannibal put down the pocket watch, smiling, “Mr. Ryan, do you trust that director so much?”

Ryan replied as if it were a matter of course, “The director is someone who could point a gun at Headmaster Marilyn Manson. He’s the guiding light of my life. He promised me a promotion and a raise, so of course, I believe him.”

Hannibal licked his lips, his eyes gleaming with a peculiar light, “I’m very interested in this director you keep mentioning. Could you be so kind as to tell me his name?”

On hearing this, Ryan looked at Hannibal with surprise.

He tried to recall the director’s name in his head, but he couldn’t remember it, only that he was apparently of Asian descent.

So Ryan said with disdain, “You? Do you deserve to know the director’s name? Don’t think I don’t know you want to badmouth me to the director. Dream on!”

Hannibal closed his eyes, stretched out his hands, then clenched them.

After repeating this a few times, he revealed a bloodthirsty smile, “Mr. Ryan, given your special nature, I will grant you sufficient leniency, but if after my newly recruited hunter returns and you still refuse to cooperate, I will make you into dinner.”

Before he became a hunter, he was a cannibalistic ogre…

The hunter’s abilities were also related to this.

Ryan, however, was even more scornful, “Are you trying to threaten a psychiatrist? What kind of patient haven’t I seen? Do you think I would be afraid?”

As he spoke, Ryan asked himself, “What’s this about hunters and non-hunters? In the eyes of a specialist like me, it’s apparent you all are sick.”

"Oh, did you say you were going to see another patient? You can introduce them to me, I am a professional doctor, and I am most knowledgeable about treating illnesses.”

Hannibal shook his head, “No need, Mr. Du Wei wouldn’t want to meet someone with a mental disorder like you.”

With that, he turned and left.

The bound Ryan’s eyes widened, his expression somewhat blank.

Mr. Du Wei?

It seemed like he had heard that name before.

Wait, it was the director!!

Immediately, he began to shout, “Director, come find me quickly! There are too many patients at Dusk Bell; I can’t handle them all alone, I need your help!”

Outside the door.

When Hannibal heard this, he closed the door with a swoosh and with a smile turned towards the corner.

There, a vague shadow loomed, but the moment one’s gaze shifted away, one would subconsciously dismiss it.

"Lord Hannibal, how much longer do you need to expend your energy on this lunatic? If you can’t make him behave, I would not mind serving your needs,” the voice was hoarse, as if scorched by fire.

Yet Hannibal’s smile remained unchanged, “Mr. Depp, are you familiar with the story of the shepherd and the sheep?”

From the corner, the shadow called Depp asked in surprise, “What story?”

Hannibal smiled and walked towards him, “It’s a very interesting tale, let me tell it to you slowly.”

…

Elsewhere.

Du Wei was unaware that the hunter sent by Dusk Bell Church to contact him was named Hannibal Lecter, and even less that before becoming a hunter, the man was a cannibalistic ogre.

Of course.

He also didn’t know that someone deeply related to him, an undercover agent, had infiltrated the Dusk Bell Church in a way no one could have anticipated.

And it was the people from Dusk Bell who had personally brought them in.

He had already left the church and was currently with Mrs. Senna. He would be catching a plane back to New York with Alex in the afternoon.

"Mr. Du Wei, regarding your compensation for handling the Mary Shaw incident, it will be transferred to your personal bank account, about a million or so,”

"Of course, when the church needs you to deal with Evil Spirit incidents, we hope you can maintain your current status and fulfill your responsibilities,” Mrs. Senna said, her tone strictly professional.

To this, Du Wei smiled and then asked, “I will do what I need to do, but I lost some special items while dealing with Mary Shaw, I hope to be compensated.”

Mrs. Senna nodded, “Your request is perfectly reasonable, I will prepare an item for you. Speaking of which, the Mirror Evil Spirit you were looking for before, I’ve found it. And the Evil Spirit is quite weak, if you don’t have the time, I can have someone seal it and deliver it to you.”

The Mirror Evil Spirit was part of Du Wei’s original plan to deal with the Evil Spirit.

But with the synchronizing of memories, it might no longer achieve the intended effect.

However, if this Mirror Evil Spirit could reach the same dreadful level as Mary Shaw, it might still produce unexpected results.

With that in mind, Du Wei cleared his throat and inquired, “Are there any more dangerous Mirror Evil Spirits?”

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