Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

11:33 in the middle of the night.

The first floor of the psychological counseling clinic.

Du Wei sat on the sofa and looked up at the antique clocks and Annabelle hanging on the wall.

Surrounded by bone meal, holy water, a lighter that can deal with evil spirits, and Andrew Doquay's silver cross dagger, and the white mask.

He has maintained this position for a while.

Early tomorrow morning, the exorcist sent by the church will arrive.

According to Father Tony, they carried some special items collected by the church, which could be used to limit the spread of nuns, or even seal them again.

Of course, when the time comes, they will first come to a psychological consultation clinic to solve the troubles on Du Wei—that is, the two evil spirits that Du Wei only vaguely mentioned.

But anyway, that's for tomorrow.

In other words, for Du Wei, these colleagues of his can't help him for the time being.

Um……

This temporary refers to the present.

Du Wei's biggest trouble is the nun's unsolvable curse. Every time he falls into a dream, he will contact the nun. First of all, he can't open his eyes, like a ghost pressing a bed. Even if he is conscious, he can't get rid of it. He can only wait until the last moment when the dream wakes up It was only when I opened my eyes that I met the nun's eyes for a while.

Of course, after entering the third stage of spiritual vision and successfully turning his right hand into an evil spirit, Du Wei had a slight chance to resist in his dream and was able to manipulate his right hand.

but……

Every time he fell into a dream, Du Wei found that the distance between himself and the nun was shortening rapidly.

At the beginning, the nun was suspended on her body, her body was parallel, about two to three meters high.

But the second time, the distance was shortened by a third.

And yesterday, for some unknown reason, my right hand was touched by a nun, and I could clearly feel the horror of sharp nails scratching on the back of my hand.

"It's weird."

Du Wei stopped looking at the antique clocks and Annabelle hanging on the wall, and turned his attention to his right hand.

White and clean, with distinct knuckles.

Before entering the evil spirit, this right hand is no different from before, it is a normal hand.

After entering the evil spirit, it is like turning into a corpse, losing all senses.

However, now Du Wei can't understand it. In his dream yesterday, he felt a feeling in his right hand that also entered the evil spirit...

It's like a mutation happened.

Dreams and reality seem to be gradually confusing...

And tonight, as long as he enters the dreamland, he will definitely stick with the nun.

In reality, Du Wei can protect himself against evil spirits through analysis and some items of the exorcist, and even counterattack.

But in the dream, he didn't have any chance to resist at all, and he couldn't even get rid of the dream.

So, he prepares for the night.

Of course, some people call this "cultivating immortals".

Moreover, Du Wei had no intention of going back to the bedroom. He planned to stay on the first floor. Although antique clocks and Annabelle were dangerous, there was nothing safer than nuns.

The evil spirits that Du Wei disliked very much in the past seemed extremely at ease at this moment.

Even Annabelle, an ugly doll, gave Du Wei an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

Nuns are higher than evil spirits and are more dangerous existences, and the next level is evil spirits and other things.

Further down is Du Wei.

At this time, I took out my mobile phone and looked at the time. It was 12 o'clock in three minutes, and there were still six hours before dawn.

So Du Wei took out his lighter and lit a cigarette for himself.

There is little smoke...

Suddenly, he stared at the smoke he exhaled, and smiled self-deprecatingly: "If I don't die in the hands of evil spirits in the future,

Then maybe he will die of lung cancer. "

In fact, he didn't like smoking, and even less at home, but the nuns put too much pressure on him.

It's like walking a tightrope at a height of 100 meters. If you are not careful, you will fall down, and you will be smashed to pieces.

"call……"

After smoking a cigarette, Du Wei looked at the time again and found that it was twelve o'clock.

Then, slightly relieved, he lit another cigarette.

Six hours is not a short time.

However, when the cigarette was finished again, Du Wei frowned.

"There seems to be something wrong, I seem to have forgotten something?"

He stood up suddenly and looked at the first floor of the psychological consultation clinic.

There was nothing unusual happening around. The antique clocks were hung on the wall, and Annabelle was quietly placed in the framed cabinet.

There were no shadows, no knocking on the door, no flickering lights, no jumping of the TV set, and no running water was heard from the faucet in the bathroom on the second floor.

"It's very wrong."

Du Wei glanced at the time again, it was now 12:03.

According to the previous rules, the two evil spirits at home will become active after 12 o'clock. Although the activity level has decreased a lot after the addition of antique clocks and Annabelle, I can still feel the abnormal depressive atmosphere. .

But today, they seemed to have an appointment, and there was no movement at all.

Even the mask that I just brought into the psychological consultation clinic was quiet and scary.

Ordinary and ordinary...

Du Wei's eyes were instantly indifferent, and he directly entered the third stage of spiritual vision.

In the next second, his face froze immediately, and his breathing stopped.

The nun in the dream was sitting opposite her.

At this moment, Du Wei was standing in front of the sofa, and the nun was sitting in the patient's position, as if the doctor was trying to explain something to the patient.

"Is this a dream? Or reality?"

Du Wei asked himself in his heart, he forced himself to calm down and stay rational.

Then, he faced the nun directly, and his eyes met.

In the past, nuns only existed in dreams, and Du Wei couldn't see them very clearly, but now at such a close distance, he can see them all.

In Du Wei's eyes, the nun wore a uniform similar to that of a clergyman, with her head covered by a hood and an inverted cross hanging on her chest. What was exposed outside was only a pair of ashen wrinkled hands with sharp nails, and the Zhang has a face that makes people tremble from the heart just by looking at it.

Its face is very strange, its skin is also gray and decayed, like the face of a person who has been dead for a long time, its facial features are out of balance, its mouth is tightly closed, showing black and purple, its nose is like an eagle's beak, but it is very tall.

The most intrusive thing is its eyes, the eye sockets are deeply sunken, and the eyelids are almost invisible, as if they have been burned by fire, they are frighteningly black, and their eyes are also different from normal people.

The whites of its eyes are dark yellow, and the pupils are like small black dots, cold and heartless, filled with deep malice.

Du Wei took a deep breath, fine sweat dripped from his forehead, then he thought for a while, lit a cigarette for himself, and sat down.