Exorcist’s Self-Cultivation

When Du Wei fired the flintlock gun and killed the transformed Joanna.

He keenly noticed that the temperature around him suddenly dropped a lot.

In a state of Spirit Vision, he could even feel a chilling gaze sweeping over him.

Unconcealed.

In a sense, this was a threat, trying to oppress him, to make him resort to the method of leaving, or to achieve “its” purpose.

It could also be taken as a warning.

Du Wei pretended to be surprised, his eyes somewhat frantic, mixed with intense vigilance.

Even, he deliberately said, “What’s going on, why do I feel like something is watching me?”

At that moment, an Evil Spirit also appeared behind Du Wei.

It was wearing black Priest’s attire, its entire head missing, as if it had been gruesomely chopped off from the wound on the neck.

The clothing was stained with many patches of brown, coagulated blood.

Its skin was full of wrinkles, excessively pale, like the abnormal whiteness of having been drained of blood.

From its appearance, one could imagine the image of an old man.

It was the Evil Spirit residing in the flintlock gun, standing behind Du Wei as soon as it appeared, shrouded in shadows, exuding an extreme chill.

Du Wei turned his head, looking at it calmly, and said with confusion, “Could the gaze I felt be yours?”

Uh… intentional.

Right after that.

Du Wei frowned slightly and began to reload the flintlock gun, completely ignoring the Evil Spirit behind him.

After he finished loading the bullet, the Evil Spirit disappeared as if it had never been there, mysteriously vanishing.

However, Du Wei could feel that it had simply returned to the flintlock gun.

After firing the gun, a connection was established.

Every time he fired the gun, it hastened the time the Evil Spirit in the gun would act.

Of course…

Du Wei didn’t care at all, for if he wanted to possess the gun, he would certainly have prepared himself mentally for it.

There were too many Evil Spirits wanting to kill him.

What difference does one more or one less make?

“However, there is something off about this Joanna…”

Du Wei said softly, then walked along the artificial lake towards the school’s academic building.

…

After arriving at the academic building, Du Wei walked while pondering in his mind.

Based on the information revealed by Joanna.

In the real world, she also left the school at this time point.

If what he has seen and learned is indeed the school from ten years ago.

Then he could boldly speculate that he was now in a time node of ten years ago, which of course, is illusory, merely a projection, or rather, a fixed script.

And the school would organize students to watch a certain videotape, forcing them to learn the rituals contained within.

It sounds very much like the modus operandi of the Veda Sect.

Every three days this would happen, psychologically tormenting the students, and thereafter, some terrifying events occurred, causing the school to completely vanish from reality.

No related information could be found.

The students, all turned into Evil Spirits.

Thinking this, Du Wei suddenly laughed.

He said, “And then there’s Hoddy, the diary says he’s the principal, so is this his doing?”

This was a question.

Without having seen the video-watching event organized by the school, Du Wei could not know.

Nor had he seen the “principal”.

If he follows the script laid out in the diary, Du Wei should meet Principal Hoddy tomorrow.

At this moment, Du Wei had just arrived at the office door.

His voice was somewhat deep, “I don’t want to wait any longer…”

Creak…

He pushed open the door.

In the office, all his “colleagues” were busy with their heads down, no one looked at Du Wei, completely ignoring his presence.

Du Wei didn’t mind either.

He casually walked over to his workstation, opened his journal, took out a pen, and added a paragraph to the last page.

[Combining the entries I wrote previously, it’s clear that Principal Hoddy is definitely up to something, so I plan to shoot it on sight when I encounter it tomorrow]

That Hoddy seemed to possess intelligence and could communicate with humans. If it was the mastermind, Du Wei wouldn’t mind provoking it.

If it didn’t show up tomorrow, it would prove that it could read the information in the journal.

By that logic, it would definitely think that I might have discovered the journal is fake.

Mutual concealment, mutual deception.

Then it would mainly do one thing: actually show up tomorrow and deliberately leak some information to maliciously guide me, or take action against me, forcing me to leave.

However, no matter what it did.

Du Wei didn’t mind at all; as long as he didn’t leave, whatever it did was just posturing.

The most important thing was, this approach would drag things out until tomorrow.

He wrote in the journal about taking action tomorrow, so the puppet master would surely be thinking about tomorrow’s events.

But in reality, Du Wei was already making preparations today.

He didn’t feel like continuing the script with the so-called puppet master—it was just too boring.

Be more direct.

Break the school’s game.

The more the other side wanted to maintain the status quo, the more he would make it impossible for them to do so.

In the end, the exposed flaw would either be that door or its Achilles heel.

Du Wei’s thinking was very clear.

He closed the journal, stood up, glanced at his “colleagues,” and suddenly burst into a smile, approaching them.

“Everyone has been working so hard for so long, you must all be tired, right?”

The colleagues could no longer ignore him; they turned their heads one by one with varying expressions to say, “It’s working hours now, you should be doing your job.”

Du Wei said with a smile, “Work is a very monotonous affair, which is why I’ve always hoped to make it more interesting. It would boost work efficiency, wouldn’t it?”

Someone asked, “So what?”

Du Wei took out the flintlock gun and said calmly, “So I want to play a game with you all.”

Someone asked, “What game?”

Du Wei replied, “Guess whether there are bullets in my gun. If you guess right, I’ll shoot you; if you guess wrong, tell me where those videotapes are. I want to give all the students a lively and interesting outdoor lesson.”

After he finished speaking.

All his colleagues became calm, each looking at him with an incredibly eerie gaze, not uttering a sound.

The atmosphere was very oppressive.

The air seemed to be filled with a rotten stench, a bit fishy…

Du Wei frowned in disgust, it was the smell of decay…

The colleagues also underwent abnormal changes, inhuman…

Each person’s body showed varying degrees of decay, or limbs were missing.

This was the critical point…

From here on, they would turn into Evil Spirits…

All the people in this office seemed different from those students; their behavior was more mechanical, like Puppets.

After a good while, those changes suddenly vanished.

As if it had never happened, someone said to Du Wei, “Those videotapes are all kept in the principal’s office. If you want the students to watch them, then you go get them yourself.”

“Also, the third day is the time to watch the videotapes.”

“Teacher Du Wei, if you don’t follow the school rules, you might be fired.”

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