Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

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New York suburbs outside the painting.

In the deserted cemetery of Hill Psychiatric Hospital, the three sarcophagi in the interior docked quietly.

And below.

The reflection of the whole city has already overlapped with New York.

The bus and the horror house did not appear in reality.

Instead, the two did not know what was going on, and fell into a deadlock.

The conflict and hatred between the two weirdos is no longer a day or two.

From schools, to evil spirit students, to city reflections.

Since the two sides collided together, they have launched an unknown number of confrontations.

The bus no longer picks up the evil spirits.

House of Horror doesn't wreak havoc on one side, either.

Now, they have entered a very awkward situation.

The two hold each other back again.

It's not like Du Wei thought before, to let New York fall, but to pull New York, a second- and third-tier city, into the city's reflection.

That's where they belong.

in a certain sense.

These two weirdnesses can be seen as a contradictory whole.

Their actions and purposes are exactly the same.

Just more selfish.

Du Wei looked at everything outside, and suddenly felt a sense of tension in his heart.

"Something's wrong, the three sarcophagi inside the break, it's weird..."

"Bonei has been killed. Although I don't know who did it, since it doesn't exist, the three sarcophagi should not be so attractive to the weird."

"Is there something wrong with it that I haven't noticed?"

In fact, Du Wei also wanted to get the three sarcophagi in Bo Nei, because it was the closest and most harmless item related to the demon god.

Just now, the appearance of the bus and the horror house was really too abrupt.

Forced him to hide directly in the oil painting.

There was no time to take away the three sarcophagi in Bo.

Now if he wants to get it, he has to get out of the oil painting first, as soon as he gets out, he will be targeted by the bus and the house of horrors.

These two weird...

To be honest, as long as Du Wei dared to show up, they would definitely put down all their hatred and give priority to killing him.

Happily.

Now Du Wei is in an embarrassingly weak period again, and the evil spirit Du Wei has not yet awakened.

"this……"

"Am I going to start walking on the brink of death again like before?"

Tightrope walking is a decision made only out of necessity.

To be absolutely safe, Du Wei was unwilling to risk himself.

can now.

His intuition told him that the three sarcophagi in Bo Nei might still hide some kind of secret that he hadn't discovered.

If let the bus and horror house get.

When they become more terrifying, they will only make themselves more dangerous.

He couldn't be sure when the evil spirit Du Wei would recover.

But I can be sure that if I play all my cards, it is impossible to force two weirdos.

Capitalizing on the enemy is not advisable.

Think about it.

Du Wei gritted his teeth: "I'm fed up with this kind of life, besides, it's not an inevitable end."

talking.

Du Wei turned his head to look at the shadow.

The latter pulled out the sharp knife from Gascoigne's chest without hesitation, and walked behind him.

Envelopes are not far behind.

【Master, the envelope requests to die for you. 】

Du Wei said indifferently: "You stay in the oil painting, keep an eye on Gascoigne, bleed him every ten minutes, and don't let him wake up."

【ah? Master, the envelope doesn't want to stay here, the envelope has already learned your methods of persecuting evil spirits, the envelope can help you. 】

Du Wei shook his head: "You will help me even more if you stay. As my most loyal subordinate, you should know that I treat you differently than I treat Sombra."

He sees it through.

If you want Envelope to do things for you wholeheartedly, sometimes you have to be moody, neither too nice nor too oppressive.

When the envelope heard this, it was about to cry.

[My envelope, He De He Neng, was actually approved by the master,

Master, don't worry, as long as I still have the envelope, Gascoigne won't wake up. 】

Du Wei hummed, and pulled out the clown card representing the wish from his pocket.

He now needs to add some prerequisites to himself.

That is, make a wish.

But the black shadow instinctively turned into a thin layer of mist, covering Du Wei's body.

Before.

No matter what method is used, the price paid will be resisted by Sombra.

Now that Du Wei is going to use the clown card, it seems to be acting subconsciously according to the habit.

have to say.

Being able to live with Du Wei until now, from an evil spirit to a demon spirit, Sombra is indeed very different in a sense.

Du Wei was not surprised either.

He said in a deep voice: "I make a wish as a black shadow. From now on, when the three sarcophagi in the broken room enter the oil painting, I will return to the oil painting in an instant."

The clown card was slightly chilled.

But the wish came true much faster than before.

Perhaps it was because the existence of wishing had changed from an evil spirit to a more terrifying demon spirit.

yay...

The door of oil painting opened.

Du Wei instantly appeared in the cemetery.

And at this very moment.

In the reflection of the city that overlaps with New York, the buses and horror houses that are holding each other back suddenly stopped.

The lights of the bus went out instantly.

The house of horror exudes terrible malice, wrapped in gray mist, rushing up like crazy.

The same goes for buses.

The two weird sharks seemed to be smelling blood, and directly locked on Du Wei's existence.

This feeling is extremely strong.

Du Wei even felt a shivering sensation of scalp numbness. Just as he put his hand on one of the three sarcophagi inside the sarcophagus, the gray mist seeped out of the ground.

"Damn it!"

He cursed secretly, immediately put the sarcophagus into the oil painting, and then quickly rushed to another sarcophagus.

I can hear the sound of the bus horn, which has already urged me.

He used oil painting again, but at this time in front of the third sarcophagus, most of the front of the bus had emerged from the reflection of the city.

Behind him, the house of horrors also rose from the ground.

Two oddities caught him in the middle.

The last sarcophagus has no chance to get close.

and.

The two weirdos didn't bother with the last sarcophagus anymore, but stared at Du Wei firmly. The thick malice had already forced the surrounding temperature to plummet.

Thin black silk thread, like some kind of living thing, oozes from the driver's seat of the bus, forming a human-shaped outline, as if it is the source, and then spreads out along the front door.

The door of the horror house opened slowly, and there seemed to be a translucent human silhouette inside, waving at Du Wei.

"You really want my life that much?"

Du Wei remained calm and rushed towards the bus without hesitation.

The bus was always silent, but those fine black silk threads surged more swiftly.

It's a house of horrors.

It seemed to be irritated and ran directly over.

boom……

Du Wei whispered, "Black Shadow."

next second.

The black shadow flashed past with the oil painting, jumped over the bus, and landed on the last sarcophagus.

Du Wei's right hand was entangled by the fine black silk threads of the bus.