Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 364: Brother Shadow, it's your turn (third update)

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The sound of footsteps echoed.

On the second floor of the villa, a man wearing a mask and a trench coat arrived.

A faint shadow enveloped him, making the contours of his body slightly blurry.

Moreover, he held a pistol in his right hand and was flipping a coin in his left.

Suddenly, the man turned his head to look behind him.

...

The staircase he had come up had vanished, replaced by the floor and solid walls.

He chuckled softly and then shifted his gaze out the window.

At that moment, signs of spatial disorder had appeared, and the outside world was pitch black in his view.

It was as if night had fallen.

“The first time I left this place, I thought about entering again to take you with me in order to obtain another mask, but then an accident happened, and I learnt the secret of the masks in Massas City, where I got that mask.”

“By now, a lot of time has passed.”

“So, don’t you want to come out and say hello?”

This “you” referred to the Masked Evil Spirit inside the villa.

There were three bedrooms on the second floor, a study with a broken lock, and a living room.

Silence, oppressive.

...

In some dark, cramped space inside the villa, Hannibal opened his eyes once more.

He saw new words had appeared on that letter—[Du Wei seems to have come to the villa before and had contact with that evil spirit. He used an unknown method to leave, but now, he seems to have turned his target to that Evil Spirit, rather than you]

After reading the content of the letter.

Hannibal involuntarily narrowed his eyes.

“It’s a trap.”

He made a judgment in his mind and then thought about the issue—Du Wei didn’t know his exact location, so it’s possible that Du Wei would first encounter that Evil Spirit. �

“I’m becoming more and more curious about why you have so many Evil Spirits attached to you. Is it because you’ve found a way to use them, or is it because of your Evil Spirit Transformation Ability?”

“I tend to believe the latter. I can make Evil Spirits die in my stead, and perhaps you can manipulate them.”

In a sense, Hannibal had made a correct guess, but the information he disregarded was not at all incorrect.

Du Wei indeed first discovered a way to use Evil Spirits, which then led to his Marking Ability.

To put it simply.

Du Wei’s gambit was much like borrowing from loan sharks; the Evil Spirits were his creditors. However, borrowing too much actually made the creditors suffer.

The Mark was nothing more than a controllable switch, preventing Du Wei from constantly walking a tightrope.

Just then, another paragraph of text emerged on the letter in Hannibal’s hand.

The content read:

[Du Wei opened the door of a bedroom and walked in. The distance between him and you grew further. For some unknown reason, the Evil Spirit in the villa took an active interest in him. This may be an opportunity]

A grating, sour creak sounded.

The bedroom door suddenly slammed shut with a thud.

The light in the room dimmed, the candles going out one after another.

Du Wei still looked out the window, hands in pockets, his eyes calm and profound.

The corpse of Kelly behind him also faced away, but in that moment, the rope suspending the corpse slowly turned a full circle.

The corpse turned as well, its hollow, lifeless eyes reflecting Du Wei’s silhouette.

The Evil Spirit was manipulating the corpse,

which eerily hovered, defying any natural posture, facing the ceiling, parallel to it, and silently moved closer to Du Wei.

This was somewhat different from how it had previously tried to attack Du Wei.

Gradually.

The corpse got closer and closer to Du Wei.

Its hands also slowly reached out, aiming for Du Wei’s back.

The precise spot was right where the heart was.

But just then, Du Wei turned his head to look at the weirdly positioned corpse.

In the mask he wore, his eyes—bloodshot—held a hint of malice.

Brother Shadow had been forced into the mask by Du Wei, and now it had encountered its owner.

Above Du Wei’s head, a delicate woman’s arm had appeared out of nowhere at some point, reaching for the mask.

Deathly silence.

Above, on the ceiling, rustling noises began to echo as if rats were scurrying through it.

Du Wei watched this unfold, his hands emerging from his pockets.

In his left hand, he held a flintlock gun and pulled the trigger toward the corpse, while his right hand, as pale as the corpse’s flesh, grabbed the delicate woman’s arm that was trying to snatch the mask.

With a bang.

The corpse’s head burst apart...

Du Wei’s right hand firmly grasped the delicate woman’s arm.

Only at this moment did Du Wei calmly say, “I was going to let you join my forces, but upon reflection, I’ve decided to abandon that plan.”

“Because Brother Shadow is more useful than you.”

“And I don’t need another Masked Evil Spirit.”

Having said that, Du Wei yanked downward harshly, and the body of Mrs. Mina was dragged out in a crude and brutal manner.

The next second.

Du Wei removed the mask with his left hand and placed it over its face.

Matters between Masked Evil Spirits should be left for them to resolve.

Then, Du Wei loosened his grip and looked coldly at the ceiling above.