Exorcist’s Self-Cultivation

The footsteps were slow.

The Bald Man walked toward his target—a man wearing a mask, in the midst of transforming into an “Evil Spirit.”

As he walked, he said, “Come, let me end your suffering.”

"Every hunter, after death, becomes an Evil Spirit, but you won’t have this chance because I brought the Holy Nail. Once it’s driven into your heart, you’ll be nothing but a corpse, decaying gradually into foul liquid.”

"For a hunter, this is your ultimate destination.”

Grasping the sharp silver cross Dagger, the Bald Man approached the bastard he despised so much and stabbed directly into his heart.

But when he pulled it out again, there was no blood as he had imagined.

The Bald Man suddenly realized something, and his face turned pale.

But before he could react, he heard a loud bang of a gunshot.

Behind the man wearing the mask, or rather, the Evil Spirit.

Du Wei slowly retracted his handgun, switched on the safety, and put it away.

His expression was cold as he quietly said, “What does it take to kill an Evil Spirit? Caution, preparation of every available means, half of it calm and the other half wit…”

"But killing a hunter is not so troublesome.”

"A trap, a bullet, plus a touch of suggestion.”

"Compared to dealing with Evil Spirits, I’m better at dealing with people.”

As he spoke, Du Wei removed the cracked mask, revealing the face of the Evil Spirit, Mike Stowe, with blood already coagulating around his eye sockets.

After entering the street, Du Wei prepared to find a safe place.

The Evil Spirit Mike Stowe was about the same size as him, and since he couldn’t move…

This was an opportunity.

Thus, Du Wei put his own mask on it, while he stood behind it with the Evil Spirit Squad.

In this way.

With it drawing the Bald Man’s attention in the front, he could wait for an opportunity to arise from behind.

To lower the Bald Man’s guard.

Du Wei also casually used the walking stick as material to set up a fire.

Light can bring comfort, and at the same time, its reflection can occupy a person’s line of sight, making them overlook things hidden in the shadows.

Of course, this was dangerous.

With light, there are shadows.

When the delay between shadows and bodies isn’t too significant, both humans and Evil Spirits can move.

But the Evil Spirit Mike Stowe wasn’t included in this, as its shadow was already restrained and couldn’t budge an inch.

The danger was the Evil Spirit Squad, but fortunately, as long as Du Wei didn’t lose his status as the leader, the spirits would only stand behind him.

…

Walking up to the corpse with a gunshot through the neck.

Du Wei squatted down, pulling out the Joker Card from the pocket of the corpse.

"The power to grant wishes? Sounds pretty unsolvable.”

Just now, as Du Wei hid behind the Evil Spirit, he overheard the Bald Man saying that making a wish upon this Joker Card would grant something.

But concerning the Joker Card.

Du Wei had always been cautious.

He absolutely wouldn’t use it unless it was absolutely necessary.

Especially after having been tricked by the Evil Spirit Du Wei, he didn’t plan to use it again anytime soon, whether it was for gambling or making wishes, for both methods were gradually drawing him closer to becoming an Evil Spirit.

Of course…

It wasn’t Evil Spirit Transformation.

But becoming a part of an Evil Spirit, even more miserable than transformation.

At this moment.

Du Wei frowned as he noticed the pattern on the card starting to change.

The bald man in the tailcoat slowly began to twist.

The pattern was chaotic… all a blur.

When it became clear again, the background was still the palace entrance, but the self in the tailcoat looked very strange.

The whole face was half his own, and the other half was that of the bald man.

Behind him, the young girl Evil Spirit holding an umbrella suddenly shuddered.

The Joker Card in his own pocket also turned extremely cold.

After thinking for a moment, Du Wei took it out as well, one card in each hand.

A sudden impulse arose in his heart to put the two Joker Cards together.

This urge seemed to stem from instinct.

But it carried with it a sense of evil.

Yet this impulse was not strong, as if something was preventing the urge from developing.

Du Wei looked down at the corpse of the bald man for a while, focusing on his neck.

Then, he turned back to stare at the Joker Card with a very strange pattern on its face.

"Is it because you will gradually become an Evil Spirit after death, which is why this card shows such a strange situation?”

"Can I take it that you’re not completely dead yet?”

Du Wei was a bit surprised, but his tone remained calm.

When the two Joker Cards are combined, the Evil Spirit should come out again.

Although he could ensure safety, it would be better not to let the Evil Spirit appear at all.

Therefore, he had to make sure the bald man could “come back to life,” even if it was in the form of an Evil Spirit.

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So.

Having thought it over, Du Wei placed the featureless white mask over the bald man’s face.

Whoosh…

The corpse began to twitch eerily.

Yet Du Wei remained expressionless, casually taking off his backpack and started to remove some items from it.

First was a palm-sized mirror, followed by a bottle of water for drinking.

Next, Du Wei took out a Dagger wrapped in white cloth.

This thing was much sharper than the silver crucifix dagger held by the bald man, and was a special medium in itself.

After doing all this, Du Wei moved his fingers, looking at the twitching body on the ground with a very complex expression.

Knowing that Evil Spirit Du Wei was not dead, Du Wei subconsciously regarded it as his most important trump card.

To ensure the appearance of Evil Spirit Du Wei and to reclaim his body, Du Wei thought of many ways.

The mirror served as a mechanism for the face-changing process.

He had thought about using this again to deal with Evil Spirit Du Wei.

But after realizing he was being influenced, he gave up on the idea.

He even abandoned the trump card of Evil Spirit Du Wei, vowing not to let it come out again through gambling, unless he was absolutely certain to die.

However, his preparations were not in vain.

At the very least…

With another mask at hand, Du Wei could do something else…

Like creating a Masked Evil Spirit.

Not the kind like Mike Stowe with a mask-wearing Evil Spirit, but an Evil Spirit parasitizing inside the mask.

And at that moment, there was a dead hunter transforming into an Evil Spirit.

"I hope you turn into an Evil Spirit quickly, don’t make me wait too long, or else I might not be able to hold on until then, and have to leave this place.”

Du Wei held the Dagger in one hand, tracing it across the masked face of the bald man’s corpse, applying slight pressure after finding a suitable entry point.

The sharp blade pierced directly into the skin.

At that moment, the body’s tremors suddenly became extremely intense…

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