Exorcist’s Self-Cultivation

Downstairs.

Du Wei knocked on the coffee table and leaned on the sofa, his eyes somewhat unfocused.

Next to him, Bernard hugged young Reagan, soothing his own daughter’s emotions.

The thing called Hoddy claimed to know that he was an Exorcist, but the credibility of this statement was not high; it could have been misleading him.

But…

About the door…

That was somewhat intriguing.

There was indeed a door.

And it was just last week, Du Wei remembered it vividly.

However, once the door was opened, some bizarre entities would emerge from behind it.

The most important thing was.

He had seen an eye through the crack at the very end of the humanoid passage behind the door…

Could it be Hoddy?

Du Wei thought about it but couldn’t provide a definite answer.

Because Hoddy had appeared before he encountered that door, which was hard to explain on the timeline.

If it was something from behind the door, it implied the door had been opened before, which would allow it to appear.

But if the door had been opened, there shouldn’t have been just one of them.

With that thought.

Du Wei asked, “What exactly happened, can you tell me?”

Reagan raised her head to look at Du Wei, her big eyes red from crying, and she sobbed, “Then… Hoddy just appeared.”

Du Wei noticed she said “we.”

“So, were you four kids playing the Spirit Summoning game?”

Reagan nodded and said, “Yes, Uncle.”

Bernard, hearing this conversation, opened his mouth as if to speak but hesitated.

It looked like he had something to say, but had some reservations.

Du Wei glanced at him and immediately understood it might have to do with Reagan, so he spoke softly, “Reagan, your dad and I need to talk, can you stay here by yourself for a while?”

Reagan looked afraid, “Uncle, can I go upstairs to find my mom?”

Du Wei paused for a moment, “Of course you can.”

Reagan immediately turned around and ran upstairs, wiping her tears.

It was then that Bernard spoke helplessly, “Mr. Du Wei, besides Reagan, there were three other kids playing…”

This…

Du Wei had a bad feeling, “How much do you know about those kids, or have you had any contact with their family background?”

Bernard regretfully said, “No, they just seemed to pop up out of nowhere. If it wasn’t for the video we found later from that day, we wouldn’t have known about it at all.”

“We have no clue about those three children or their parents.”

“Even where they live is unknown to us.”

Hearing this.

Du Wei felt a headache coming on.

They appeared mysteriously and disappeared quickly.

It all seemed premeditated.

Someone was scheming in the shadows.

Therefore, Du Wei sighed and said to Bernard, “This world is actually very dangerous in the dark, some people always harbor ill will towards life.”

“Someone is trying to use your daughter as a medium to connect her with something behind the door.”

“It’s a ritual… but with malice.”

The voice abruptly stopped.

Du Wei was all too familiar with this kind of ritual—

“Crazy women…”

Du Wei cursed inwardly.

Looking up at the Antique Clock on the wall, this Exorcism elicited no response from it, and the same went for Annabelle.

It only indicated one thing.

From beginning to end, it’s possible that Hoddy was only a split personality, or perhaps an extension of some will.

An evil spirit with a name, and seemingly intelligent at that, this creature is by no means a simple entity.

It’s possible, it is not an evil spirit as well.

Bernard had no idea what Du Wei was thinking.

He asked cautiously, “Mr. Du Wei, what should our family do now? Should we continue to stay at your place, or wait for the church to make arrangements?”

Turning his head, Du Wei said, “I suggest you go to the church and stay there for a few days, until this matter is over.”

In fact, his home was the safest place.

But that was only if he was at home; if not, who knows what kind of trouble could arise…

Especially that mischievous child, if he accidentally released Annabelle, then things would really get troublesome.

Bernard nodded heavily, “You mean the church in New York, right?”

“Yes, and first thing tomorrow morning, I will accompany you there,” Du Wei answered.

This matter had to be reported to the church.

In other words, he needed some help.

The door had to be closed…

…

At this very moment.

In the basement of the Dusk Bell Church headquarters in Switzerland.

Hannibal stood emotionless in front of the door holding Ryan, blocked by two people.

One of them was James, and the other was an old hunter of Dusk Bell, clad in black garb, looking overly aged, as if he might breathe his last at any moment.

However, beneath the decrepit exterior lay an uncontrollable cold malignity.

“Mr. Hannibal, James has taken charge here. If you have nothing else, please return to your own room,” the old man spoke with an ancient voice, yet his tone was very firm.

Hannibal’s gaze swept past the old man and lingered on James for a moment before suddenly smiling, “I’m just used to interacting with Ryan every day, please forgive my impudence.”

With that.

He turned and walked away, the smile on his face growing ever more intense.

Watching Hannibal leave, the old man turned emotionlessly to James and said, “Dusk Bell is never stingy, but you have to do your job well.”

James pounded his chest with his remaining left hand, “I will.”

He knew this was both a warning and a test of himself.

A hunter from the church, having just joined Dusk Bell and given the critical responsibility over Ryan, carried a profound implication.

If it were before, James might have been unable to see through it, but ever since becoming a hunter, he always felt his mind had become clearer, as if his intelligence had grown by leaps and bounds.

Thinking sharply, and more inclined to contemplation.

Just like a friend he would never forget in his lifetime.

Now, with this change in mindset, James was very aware that in places he couldn’t see, there must be many people surveilling him.

Any slight deviation would expose him and make him a pawn in someone else’s game.

Contemplating this, James took a deep breath, nodded to the old man, then pushed the door and went inside.

Behind the door.

Ryan was squatting on the ground, writing some crooked letters with a paint pen.

Upon hearing the door open, he looked up at James.

Then, his eyes lit up, and he said excitedly, “Director… Director, is that you?”

James was taken aback, “What director?”

Ryan scratched his head, stood up, looked James over, and stared into his eyes, murmuring, “Eh, I thought you were the director, seems I was mistaken.”

James was a bit lost following Ryan’s train of thought and replied, “Mr. Ryan, from now on I will be the one dealing with you. You might not know, but I’ve also been to Hill Psychiatric Hospital, the same one you were at, although we never met.”

Ryan snorted, “Don’t try to get chummy with me. I’ve heard too many similar things from the Dusk Bell lunatics, do you think you can fool me?”

“I’ll tell you, your condition is very serious, do you know that?”

James’ face darkened, “I really have been to Hill Psychiatric Hospital.”

Ryan was puzzled. As a psychiatric “doctor,” he could easily determine whether the other person’s words were true or not.

Realizing this.

Ryan had an epiphany and pointed at James, “I know now, me being a famous doctor, I have to meet with so many patients every day. You must have been transferred to our Hill Psychiatric Hospital from another institution.”

“Don’t worry, patient James, I will prescribe your medication right now.”

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