Exorcist’s Self-Cultivation

Thud…

The wooden door crashed to the floor, scattering the dust that covered it, plunging the basement into even deeper darkness.

Slivka let go of the handle and dove headlong into the silhouette-shaped passage.

In an instant, he had disappeared, swallowed by the darkness…

His movements were so swift that there was no chance to react.

Du Wei had just reached out to grab him when he grasped at thin air.

Du Wei and Jon looked at each other, shock and confusion evident in their eyes.

Neither had anticipated such a sudden turn of events after moving the door.

Things had just gotten complicated.

"Mr. Du Wei, you wait here; I’m going in to bring him back right now,” Jon said, clenching his teeth, ready to let go of the door and charge in.

Although he appeared reserved and more composed than anyone else, his so-called rationality quickly dissolved after his long-time friend Slivka disappeared into the passage.

However, Du Wei sighed and said coldly, “Give me the flashlight; you going in will only complicate matters further. Wait outside, I’ll handle it.”

He hadn’t sensed the presence of an Evil Spirit in the passage, the situation shouldn’t be too dangerous.

Moreover, he still had a Joker Card; in a critical moment, he could just make a forced wish, to prevent things from getting worse.

Jon’s eyes reddened as he spoke with difficulty, “Thank you…”

Du Wei responded emotionlessly, “It’s what I should do, and you’re a bit too emotional right now. I don’t want you to encounter any anomalies either. After I go in, block the passage with the door immediately, and when you hear me knock, then you can move it away, understand?”

Jon nodded firmly, “I will!”

Without further ado, Du Wei cautiously approached the passage.

He first entered the Spirit Vision, stretching his right hand in to feel around; after assuring there was no danger, he entered halfway, then withdrew again.

He could leave safely…

Having made up his mind, Du Wei rushed in without hesitation.

After all, his relationship with Slivka was quite good; although not friends, they were not strangers either.

Most importantly, Slivka was a bishop and Du Wei, the only hunter present.

Both ethically and logically, he was doing the most fitting thing for his identity by ensuring safety; there was nothing wrong with that.

"I hope he’s alright…”

With that thought, Du Wei turned on his flashlight and walked into the passage.

The bright white light was glaring inside, revealing clear signs of artificial construction along the passage.

The stone-bricked walls on either side were covered in moss and mildew, evidently built in the last century.

Furthermore, the entire passage was deliberately carved to resemble a human silhouette, allowing only one person to pass at a time; turning required one to stop, or else risk scraping injury.

The further he went, the space slightly expanded but remained very narrow.

The air was even more turbid.

Luckily, Du Wei always carried a backpack, and quickly pulled out a cut piece of white cloth, covering his face but leaving his eyes exposed.

But suddenly…

Du Wei froze, his detached gaze slightly congealing.

Ahead, a weak light appeared as if nearing an exit, with a person’s silhouette seen faintly with his back towards him.

"Bishop Slivka?”

Du Wei asked tentatively, not expecting a response; instead, he cautiously drew his gun from his pocket and pointed the flashlight in that direction.

The figure’s silhouette was still blurry.

Yet based on the clothes and the outline of the body, he could make out the identity.

Du Wei thought for a moment, then walked over with a flashlight in one hand and a gun in the other.

If something unexpected and dangerous were to happen, like Slivka completely losing control, he would definitely shoot and break the man’s limbs and forcibly drag Slivka back.

The footsteps were slow and steady.

Perhaps having heard Du Wei’s steps, Slivka, who stood in that faint light, suddenly shuddered and jerked his head up.

His posture was very odd, as if he’d forcefully twisted his neck backward in an arching fashion, with his back protruding forward, as though he was looking at something.

Unexplainably, there was an atmosphere as if a mysterious ritual was taking place.

Above, only half a meter away, was the top of the tunnel.

Du Wei, remaining vigilant, glanced around with his peripheral vision. Only after confirming that there was no danger in his state of Spirit Vision did he quicken his pace.

"I need to hurry and get him out of here…”

Although this section of the tunnel didn’t appear dangerous, it was far too eerie, and Du Wei still had no idea why Slivka, who had been talking normally just a second ago, seemed to have been possessed the next, insisting on rushing into the tunnel.

Just like a completely illogical madman.

Soon.

Du Wei arrived behind Slivka, less than a meter away. With just one more step forward, he could grab him.

At this distance, Du Wei could even see Slivka’s neck tilted back, making his head level, in an odd angle; he saw his face.

First the hair, then the distinct high bridge of the nose typical of a Caucasian.

"Heh… heh…”

It sounded like Slivka had phlegm stuck in his throat, causing his voice to waver and change.

Eerily frightening…

This scene was the most bizarre Du Wei had ever witnessed—no Evil Spirits, no evil spirits were present, and his Spirit Vision did not detect any abnormalities, yet a person was undergoing a transformation.

After a moment’s thought, and taking a deep breath, his right hand, transformed by the Evil Spirit, was holding the flashlight when he poked Slivka’s shoulder.

Buzz…

For an instant.

An irritating buzzing sound erupted in Du Wei’s ears, but the Evil Spirit Transformation made him completely ignore the pain, his expression not changing in the slightest.

Crack crack crack…

As if bones were snapping back into place, Slivka twisted his head around in an uncanny manner, his back facing Du Wei.

What came into view was an excessively pale face, covered with sweat and with bloodshot eyes.

Slivka opened his mouth, baring a ghastly smile, his eyes sparkling with an indescribable weirdness as he emitted a “heh heh heh” laughter.

"Mr. Du Wei, I have opened the door… I have opened the door…”

"I see it beckoning to me, I’m calling its name, I call it Lord…”

The words were illogical, and his thinking was chaotic, reminiscent of a mental patient…

Du Wei quickly made a judgment and said in an emotionless tone, “Yes, you’ve opened the door, so you’ve seen the Lord, and I have seen the Lord too. Do you know where It is?”

Slivka, like a madman, drooled at the corner of his mouth, “My Lord is above, I’m worshipping It…”

Du Wei narrowed his eyes and said, “My Lord is outside. Why don’t you go and see It?”

Slivka seemed to be awakened by Du Wei’s words and with confusion said, “But the Lord is above, there’s only one Lord in this world.”

Du Wei responded, “Then why don’t you come outside with me, to see how the other Lord differs from the one you’ve seen?”

The smile on Slivka’s face froze, and he suddenly turned his head back around.

Then, he turned to face Du Wei, his facial expressions as if they had solidified, and said in a light tone, “Then why don’t you look up and see my Lord?”

"It just told me, everyone sees a different Lord. The Lord I see is a woman, with rotting flesh and silver withered hair.”

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