Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

Inside the carriage, the atmosphere seemed extremely dignified.

Linda hid behind Du Wei, holding the car seat tightly with both hands, unwilling to let go.

Du Wei was carrying a bag, holding a gun in both hands, pointing at the heads of the black couple, his face full of indifference.

Looking at the black muzzle of the gun, the black couple felt creepy all over, subconsciously raised their hands and took a step back.

"Hey... dude, just calm down and put this thing away, okay?"

The man in the couple immediately softened his tone. He never imagined that the Asian in front of him would carry a gun with him.

Even though owning a gun is a very normal thing in this country, generally no one chooses to carry it at all.

Legal possession of guns does not mean that there will be no police control.

Once you are discovered, you will face all aspects of supervision, and you will not be taken care of until you are confirmed that your purpose of holding a gun is not a threat, and you will not make wanton acts of violence.

But even that would be on the record.

Once there is a shooting, it will become one of the first suspects.

The black man scolded fuck in his heart. Looking at Du Wei, who was carrying a bag and looked cold, he couldn't help but think of the cold-blooded killers in some film and television dramas.

"What we just said is true. This woman must go down, otherwise, something terrible will happen."

"I know, so, step back now and go back to your seats."

Du Wei first glanced at the driver who hadn't responded, and then nodded to the black couple. The indifference on his face didn't melt away.

He took a direct step forward, forcing the two of them back.

At such a close distance, as long as the trigger is pulled, they can be killed instantly.

However, his purpose was not to kill people, because that would only bring countless troubles, and he didn't want to spend the rest of his life in prison.

Besides, if he really wanted to kill someone, he wouldn't be able to use such a low-level method.

In his mobile phone, there is the photo taken in Conan Doyle's original post, which was used as a medium for the spread of evil spirits.

Wanting to kill someone silently is simply outrageous.

"Okay, Asian man, you win, but, you're going to kill us."

Seeing Du Wei's cold expression and the gunpointed at their foreheads, the black couple could only retreat to their seats helplessly.

Seeing this, Du Wei ignored them and turned to look at the strange corpse standing outside the rear door.

To be precise, it was the scarecrow behind the corpse that only he could see.

At this moment, the spiritual vision phenomenon on Du Wei's body became more serious. Although the humming sound in his ears had weakened a lot, the faint tingling pain from his heart became more obvious.

The most important thing was that he could clearly feel that in the rain outside the car door, that weird scarecrow was staring at him with malicious eyes.

Obviously, compared to Linda, its target seems to have suddenly shifted from Linda to itself.

Spirit vision is not just a common sense visual effect, but similar to the sixth sense, or intuition.

Du Wei could even feel that the entire outside of the car, the falling rain, the muddy land, and the dark wheat field that made people look very depressed were full of some kind of undisguised malice.

The strongest one is the weird scarecrow manipulating the corpse.

So, under the unbelievable eyes of the black couple and Linda, Du Wei calmly pointed the gun at the head of the corpse, and directly pulled the trigger.

boom……

There was a shot.

Somewhat unexpectedly, the head of the corpse was shot directly, and the recoil of the bullet brought a large piece of carrion to the rear, but there was no trace of blood, as if the inside was hollow.

But then Du Wei frowned,

Because even if the corpse lost its head, the weird scarecrow seen in the spirit vision state was not affected in any way.

"It seems that I misunderstood, the corpse is not your medium."

Du Wei's eyes were cold and he didn't feel surprised.

Last time, at Alex's home, the rotten woman's arm he encountered could be destroyed physically.

Now it seems that there seems to be a big difference between the evil spirits.

But his move angered the scarecrow, who couldn't understand it at all. It opened its legs directly, and then the corpse followed suit, moving in exactly the same way, and walked towards the car door.

The black couple in the car was full of fear. Du Wei shot very decisively just now, and he was stunned for a minute before he realized it.

"My God, what did you do? You crazy, close the door, as long as the door is closed, we are safe for the time being."

Du Wei glanced at them and turned his head, put away his gun, and took out a glass bottle from his backpack.

It contained the holy water distributed by the church to the exorcists in New York, not the poor quality water that Father Tony gave before.

At this time, the body that lost most of its head also walked to the door of the car.

In the car, Linda almost collapsed, her only rationality was to let her cover her mouth, trembling violently, and chose to cry in a low voice.

Contrary to her, Du Wei's face was calm, as if everything was under control, just like the most skilled exorcist.

He unscrewed the bottle directly, pointed the holy water at the corpse, to be precise, it was the weird scarecrow behind the corpse, and poured it on.

He moved quickly without any hesitation.

In the next second, the body with most of its head blown off fell directly on the rear door, and the scary scarecrow, as if seeing the most terrifying thing, got out of the body and rushed into the dark wheat field.

Seeing this, everyone was stunned.

"Oh my god... this..."

"how did you do it?"

"Ability? Magic? Are you a superman?"

Neither the black couple nor Linda could see the weird scarecrow. In their eyes, it was the corpse that caused the trouble from beginning to end.

Therefore, when Du Wei took out a bottle, poured the water on it, and easily dealt with the corpse, they were all confused and couldn't understand what happened.

"I'm a psychiatrist."

Du Wei kicked the corpse away indifferently, and then closed the car door calmly.

In an instant.

The bus seemed to have received the signal and began to drive forward slowly.

On the spot, a peaked cap was blown up by the wind and drifted towards the dark wheat field, and finally landed on the head of a scarecrow, covering most of his face.

...

The bus runs smoothly in the rain.

In the carriage, Du Wei walked up to the black couple, who were so frightened that they leaned back and looked at him with fearful eyes.

Compared with the corpse, this mysterious Asian man is even more terrifying.

After all, a person who can carry a gun with him is definitely not a good person.

"Now, can we talk about this bus?"

Du Wei sized up the two of them, looking down at them.

"You... what do you want to know?"

After finishing speaking, the black man said again with a trembling tone: "I mean, I will tell you everything I know."

Du Wei pointed to himself and Linda who was still immersed in fear behind him, then pointed to the two, and said, "Now we can be sure that we are all human, so you don't have to be too scared."

"Now, tell me how you got into this car and everything you know."