Exorcist’s Self-Cultivation

Creak…

A foot stepped on a baseball cap that had been burned to ash.

Bishop Slivka, along with others, carefully walked through the destroyed cornfield with flashlights in hand.

The downpour continued.

This turned the recently dry ground into a quagmire in the blink of an eye.

The ashes of the burned corn mixed with the rainwater, slightly impeding their movement.

"I’ve never encountered such a horrific incident in my life…”

Bishop Slivka looked at the charred traces around him and, at the center of the cornfield, at the man facing away, his eyes full of shock and caution.

"Everyone be careful, our companion might be a bit off.”

The exorcists all took a deep breath, becoming noticeably tense.

Bishop Jon, however, continued to keep a stern face, holding a red-covered book, silent yet resolute in his steps.

A peculiar, chilling sense of oppression made him enter the state of Spirit Vision.

Through “seeing,” he perceived the suffocatingly cold aura emanating from the right hand of the man…

At this moment.

The man in front of them suddenly turned his head, calmly looking at them.

"There’s no need to be afraid, I’m in good condition right now.”

Du Wei’s tone was strangely elegant, with a touch of cold detachment beyond the norm.

Memory synchronization was mutual.

Du Wei, transformed by the Evil Spirit, now had all his memories, and he in turn possessed all the memories of the Evil Spirit Du Wei.

Of course, as a cost, his plan to find the Mirror Evil Spirit and kill his other self was exposed even before it had begun.

But this wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

At the very least, he now knew very clearly what Evil Spirit Du Wei had done.

It was as if he had experienced everything personally, even the events that occurred to James and the words spoken by Mrs. Senna and Bishop Thompson at the hospital room door were crystal clear to him.

And the reason he said his condition was good

Was because the unusable Gamble Card had been destroyed by Evil Spirit Du Wei and was being assimilated in reverse.

For a short time, Evil Spirit Du Wei would not appear again, which gave him a chance to catch his breath.

But when it did reappear, it was very likely to possess the abilities of the Gamble.

At this thought.

Du Wei looked down at his right hand, now transformed by the Evil Spirit, and the chilling feeling intensified.

The transformation into the Evil Spirit deepened once more.

He felt very conflicted right now.

He had thought it would be a simple exorcism, or at worst he would emerge unscathed, but instead he stepped right into a huge pitfall.

Who would have thought that a single Evil Spirit, Mary Shaw, would kill thousands of people in Yard City, and those people would act normally during the day, becoming horrifying only at night?

With all cards on the table, it was hard to say whether this was good or bad.

"Huff…”

Du Wei exhaled deeply, placed the dagger, two masks, and the last Joker Card that could grant wishes back into his backpack, and then walked towards Slivka and the others.

The transformation into the Evil Spirit was not undone.

Therefore.

In the eyes of Slivka and the others, as Du Wei, holding a Black Umbrella, took one step at a time toward them, that extremely gloomy oppressive aura was virtually indistinguishable from an Evil Spirit.

"Mr. Du Wei, please don’t come any closer, stand where you are!”

Bishop Slivka, even in his admiration for Du Wei, could only make the most rational decision at that moment.

Without clarity on the situation, he had to remain fully vigilant.

The other exorcists, their faces stern, also focused on the man before them, each pulling out various odds and ends from their bodies.

Some had jewelry, rings, and other quaint ornaments like pocket watches, and one even pulled out a broken fork.

These things might appear ordinary, but in fact, they were once items that could combat Evil Spirits.

Some were mediums through which vanquished Evil Spirits had acted.

Others were similar to Du Wei’s lighter.

Regardless, it was clear they all regarded the man before them as an Evil Spirit, and they wouldn’t hesitate to strike if he showed any malice.

However.

Bishop Jon suddenly raised his hand, stopping them, “Everyone calm down, he seems to be undergoing an Evil Spirit Transformation.”

Slivka was stunned, saying in disbelief, “Evil Spirit Transformation? You mean a hunter? How is that possible?”

On the other side.

Yet Du Wei didn’t stop, his pace steady and unhurried as he quickly approached the group of Exorcists.

Wariness and the fear of the unknown made Slivka and the others’ hearts tighten.

The next second.

A chill emerged uncontrollably in everyone’s heart, and it seemed that some sort of illusion had appeared before their eyes.

Some even started to tremble, “There’s… there’s something on me.”

"It’s a snake…”

"No, an Evil Spirit…”

"So many corpses…”

"Ah…”

It was unclear what happened, but immediately someone screamed in terror, falling to the ground and retreating backward nonstop.

"Heh heh heh…”

A laugh brimming with malign intent rose in the darkness, as a red balloon slowly floated up, and within it, the silhouette of a Clown became increasingly distinct.

A palm covered in white paint grasped the string of the red balloon, appearing before everyone.

Its hair was orange-red, it wore a grey circus Clown suit, and its face was contorted into a gruesome visage with red and white paint.

Just one look was enough to raise goosebumps and invoke an involuntary fear of it.

Pennywise, which fed on fear, and grew stronger with it, set its sights on adults for the first time.

And it seemed to have quickly regained its strength, even its body solidifying.

But just then, Du Wei’s voice suddenly rang out, “Shut up!”

His voice was devoid of any emotion, filled with a scolding tone.

As his words ended,

The dreadful laughter of Pennywise stopped abruptly.

It twisted its head fiercely, as if it had gained the confidence to confront Du Wei with more fear to feed on, giving Du Wei a look full of malice.

It didn’t try to hide it.

Yet Du Wei coldly said to it, “You think they’re afraid of you?”

"Such a ludicrous thought.”

As he spoke, Du Wei took the original white mask from his backpack and put it on his face.

His demeanor turned cold instantly, with a faint suggestion of the Evil Spirit Du Wei.

Pennywise, as though frightened, screamed sharply and immediately tried to flee.

"No matter where you run, you won’t escape me.”

There was a cold look in Du Wei’s eyes as an unusual aura wrapped around Pennywise.

It moved forward at an incredibly slow pace.

This was the ability of the Evil Spirit Du Wei to immobilize a target; using characteristics increasingly similar to those of the Evil Spirit Du Wei, Du Wei temporarily employed this technique in a cunning manner.

But it clearly wasn’t as dominant as the Evil Spirit Du Wei, and this ability was only temporary.

One could think of it as borrowing on credit.

Then, Du Wei walked up to Pennywise, not even glancing at it, and extended his Evil Spirit-transformed right hand, snatching the red balloon.

"You see, how powerless it is to flee…”

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