Exorcist’s Self-Cultivation

In the suburbs of Scolyn City.

The season was aflame with blossoming flowers, a dazzling array of colors.

The city itself was a tourist hub, and every year when the flower sea bloomed, people came to watch and vacation.

Of course.

The flowers in the suburbs were not forbidden to be picked.

The precondition was to pay money.

It was also a way to profit.

After paying the staff, Du Wei got busy in the sea of flowers.

Picking one of each type, any woman would probably not refuse.

“Time to go back.”

Du Wei wiped the sweat from his forehead and was about to turn and leave.

However, at that moment.

Out of the blue, he saw a figure in the distance amidst the flowers, wearing a mask and clad in attire similar to regular church clothes, standing silently.

A sense of caution surged within Du Wei, his eyebrows rose slightly as he pretended not to notice and merged into the nearby crowd of tourists.

Under the state of Spirit Vision, he didn’t sense anything unusual.

The other party was evidently a living person.

But the strange clothing, and the mask, made it all seem rather unsettling.

Du Wei didn’t want to make more trouble for himself and preferred not to engage, no matter who the other person was.

The earlier situation with Hannibal had already taxed his wits enough.

“I hope they’re not here for me.”

Fate was not on his side.

As Du Wei blended into the crowd, quickly approaching the exit, he suddenly furrowed his brow, feeling instinctively as if he was being watched.

When he looked back.

The masked person was following right behind him, seemingly attempting to get closer.

“Something’s not right…”

Du Wei murmured to himself, his eyes cold and sharp.

One hand even reached inside his coat, grasping the pistol that had three bullets in it.

Seeing this, the other party suddenly stopped, “Mr. Du Wei, I mean no harm, please don’t misunderstand.”

The voice was strange, somewhat muffled, making it impossible to determine the gender.

Bizarre and eerie.

In an instant.

A thought flashed through Du Wei’s mind, the Vanity Sect…

He had previously found a Satan pattern on the roof of the Horror House, and after Father Tony and the church were informed, the command came down to cease further investigation.

It was because it concerned the Vanity Sect.

The sect’s members were extremely mysterious, active only in the last century and had since faded into silence in this century.

The Vanity Sect’s membership always counted only thirteen, characterized by a strong sense of ritual, and they always wore masks, their genders forever a secret.

The person before him just matched the descriptions of the Vanity Sect.

At that moment, Du Wei spoke coldly, “Are you from the Vanity Sect?”

The other replied, “Yes, as you can see, I am indeed a member of the Vanity Sect, Crocker Mercer. You can call me Mercer.”

It sounded like a man’s name.

Speaking of which, Mercer added, “I’ve been watching you for some time. You’re very calm, calmer than anyone I’ve met. Are you interested in joining the Vanity Sect?”

Du Wei frowned and said, “I’m not interested.”

He hadn’t forgotten that the Horror House was created by people from the Vanity Sect.

At that time, at least dozens of people died in the Horror House. The style of this organization was no better than the church; at least the church was relatively positive by comparison.

Mercer nodded and said, “Although I knew you would refuse, I didn’t expect it to be so direct, but honestly, don’t you feel that the church isn’t suitable for you?”

Du Wei responded indifferently, “Sorry, I don’t feel that way.”

The church might have its issues, but for him, it had fulfilled its obligations.

Moreover, his girlfriend’s family had a somewhat special relationship with the church.

In contrast, the church indeed seemed like the best fit for him.

Most importantly, he had nearly died in the Horror House.

Du Wei also noticed that when he was talking with Mercer, the pedestrians around them seemed to have their attention diverted, subconsciously walking around them as if they saw and heard nothing.

It must be the ability of some special item, or perhaps the other person was a hunter, using his Evil Spirit Transformation Ability.

But regardless, it was enough to make Du Wei extremely vigilant around this masked man.

Mercer smiled at Du Wei and said, “Don’t be in a hurry to refuse. I’ve studied your personality and know that you don’t like the Vanity Sect’s way of doing things, but you might change your mind after I finish speaking.”

Without waiting for Du Wei to speak, he continued on his own, “Actually, I’m the one who bought the Horror House. You must have already experienced its horror.”

“But what I want to tell you is, my intention wasn’t actually to kill people.”

Du Wei said coolly, “Sounds interesting, go on.”

Mercer touched the mask on his face and pointed at Du Wei, “At the very bottom of the Horror House, there actually exists a mask, but it had problems by the time I discovered it. I could only put Annabelle in there for a blood sacrifice.”

“I tried to appease it but failed, and it escaped with the mask.”

Du Wei was puzzled, “It escaped? You mean the Evil Spirit?”

Mercer answered, “Actually, it’s a Demon Spirit. The blood sacrifice couldn’t appease it, and it disappeared without a trace. I haven’t found it to this day.”

“But then I discovered you.”

“You have two masks as well but don’t worry, they’re not much related to the Vanity Sect. To be precise, we hate the person who made them.”

“Because the maker of the masks subverted the foundation of the Vanity Sect in an extremely ironic way, and the replicas they created are very high quality.”

Upon hearing this, Du Wei began to think silently.

The part about Crocker Mercer not being credible regarding the blood sacrifice; it was something that couldn’t be easily washed away.

Moreover, whether the goal of the blood sacrifice was to appease or awaken the Demon Spirit was debatable.

The latter part of his speech, however, required further consideration.

If what the other party said was true, then the foundation of the Vanity Sect was the masks, and it seemed to be related to the Demon Spirit.

And yet someone had managed to create a version of the mask infused with the Evil Spirit.

The literal meaning of subverting was to make the impossible possible.

That is, for the Vanity Church, it was impossible for someone to create a mask, or rather they themselves couldn’t do it.

Therefore, Du Wei said, “So what do you want to do? If I don’t join the Vanity Sect, are you going to take action against me to reclaim the masks I have?”

Mercer shook his head, “No, because we acknowledge the two masks you have, as well as your existence, which is why we hope you can join us to fill the void.”

“Void?”

Du Wei’s tone was a bit strange, “Among the thirteen, has someone died?”

Mercer commended, “Correct, the deceased was the owner of the mask beneath the Horror House, but I don’t know who he was. We only contact each other at certain times.”

“When someone dies, someone else must be recruited.”

“If you join us, you will find that the so-called risk of Evil Spirit Transformation is actually no problem for you.”

Hearing this, Du Wei asked an important question, “Then what do I need to do?”

Mercer immediately said, “Bring back that mask.”

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