Exorcist’s Self-Cultivation

Bang…

Du Wei closed the door and walked out expressionlessly.

He had found out the location of the principal’s office and also noticed some problems.

If his guess was not wrong,

the teachers in this office were different from all the Evil Spirits outside in a drastically different way of existence.

The Evil Spirits in the office were almost warning him, hinting at him.

In other words, the office was controlled by an entity lurking in the shadows.

But now, Du Wei and it were both adhering to some bottom line, allowing the script to continue unfolding.

On one hand, it was creating terrifying suspense and atmosphere.

Still within its bottom line.

But Du Wei knew that what he was going to do next would definitely make it break that bottom line.

By then, it would be a matter of who was more cunning.

He was going to completely mess up all the student Evil Spirits in the whole school…

…

The principal’s office was in another teaching building.

This demonstrated its superior status.

As Du Wei walked, he checked the items on him.

Joker Cards plus Coins, Masks, Flintlock Guns, Lighters, Holy Nails, Daggers, all these things were specifically against Evil Spirits.

Well… And a pair of white gloves.

As he walked, Du Wei took out the mask from his backpack.

Under Spirit Vision, two blood-red spots were faintly visible on the mask, indicating the shadow.

It was recovering very slowly.

“Don’t worry, I’ll use you soon, and I’ll charge you up then, of course, that might require you to pay a little price.”

Du Wei smiled inexplicably and hid the mask inside his coat.

The shadow had been turned by him into a new Masked Evil Spirit, wearing the mask was equivalent to putting on its shell.

Before taking off the mask, all Evil Spirits that locked onto him would lose their target.

The things Du Wei did would not be attributed to the shadow.

At this moment,

he arrived at the principal’s office.

The entire floor’s corridor was empty, and the lighting was very dim.

The rain outside was getting heavier, and the sky was gradually darkening.

The passage of time was excessively fast.

Du Wei paused for a few seconds looking out the window, then turned his head and reached out to twist the doorknob of the principal’s office.

Click…

The door was locked.

A cold breath slowly crept up Du Wei’s arm along the doorknob, extending upwards.

Thump thump…

Eerie knocking sounds came from behind the door.

“Has it finally started?”

Du Wei revealed a mocking smile, until now, nothing particularly scary had happened.

But now, that entity writing the script seemed to want to create danger and make him feel fear.

Thump thump…

The knocking persisted.

Regular, yet mechanical.

Oddly, it reminded Du Wei of the shadow, it also liked to knock on doors, but its oppressive feeling was much stronger than this.

But suddenly, Du Wei felt a sudden drop in temperature around his ankles.

He looked down.

A greenish, rotting hand reached out from underneath the door trying to grab him.

“So should I be scared?”

Du Wei said this and directly fired a shot.

Bang…

The sound of the gun, along with a whisper of smoke, dissipated, and the hand was blasted into pieces and disappeared.

Immediately afterward.

Du Wei stepped back a few steps and took another gun out of his pocket.

The Flintlock Gun could only fire one shot at a time.

But not his gun.

Boom…

This shot was aimed at the door lock.

Du Wei kicked the door open with one foot.

He didn’t care at all about the impact of such an action.

If shooting would cause trouble, then trouble should have arisen when he pointed the gun at those student Evil Spirits and his colleagues in the office.

With a mastermind backing him, this situation was ridiculously excessive.

Inside the principal’s office.

At first glance, there was luxurious decor, with the overall tone being dark, but those genuine leather sofas and the solid wood desk gave an unreal impression.

Even more bizarre was an old-style projector on the desk, the kind made for inserting video tapes.

On the wall opposite, hung a white screen for projection purposes.

Du Wei squinted his eyes with some enlightenment; it seemed that this principal often watched these tapes in his office.

This was already strange enough….

Besides showing them to students, why would the principal need to watch them too?

Inside the room, the owner of the hand from before had also vanished into thin air,

Everything was normal.

But under the state of Spirit Vision, Du Wei felt an oppressive sensation from deep within.

Something was off…

Du Wei’s expression remained unchanged as his gaze stopped on a cabinet to the right of the desk.

The wooden cabinet had a Hexagram pattern carved on its surface.

The entire cabinet emitted an intense chill as if concealing something horrific within.

Yet, it wasn’t locked, as though someone often used the cabinet.

Du Wei furrowed his eyebrows: “Veda Sect…”

He really disliked this Cult.

Especially those cultists who acted like madmen.

He walked up to the cabinet.

Du Wei took a deep breath as he entered the state of Evil Spirit Transformation.

At the same time, he reloaded the flintlock gun with another bullet.

Click…

He opened the cabinet door.

Inside were many videotapes, piled up in a disordered fashion, appearing very chaotic.

“Am I overthinking it? Could the danger be the tapes themselves? Perhaps there’s no Evil Spirit in the cabinet?”

Du Wei said with feigned puzzlement and stretched out his Right Hand toward a tape.

He was testing.

But nothing happened.

So Du Wei no longer hesitated, taking out a tape without any abnormal occurrence.

So he took another.

Still no abnormalities, but the oppressive atmosphere thickened.

He continued in this manner.

Soon, only the last tape was left in the entire cabinet.

There were thirteen in total.

By this time, under Spirit Vision, the cabinet had turned hazy, and a misty fog, visible to the naked eye, had appeared.

The sounds heard by the ear also became dead silent.

Du Wei held the flintlock gun in his left hand and slowly extended his right hand towards the final tape.

The next second.

A trace of coldness flashed in Du Wei’s eyes.

He grasped the tape, but his right hand was also caught by a bizarrely appearing, rotting hand.

That hand was pulling Du Wei, trying to drag him into the cabinet.

Feeling the dragging force, Du Wei’s expression was unchanged, and his left hand holding the flintlock gun also reached into the cabinet.

Thud…

The cabinet shook violently, cracking open in many places.

The force pulling him slackened.

Du Wei slowly withdrew his right hand, taking out the last video tape.

Blood dripped…

Firing a gun in such a confined space was bound to result in injury from the scattered wood splinters.

But thankfully it was nothing serious.

“You’d better not keep me waiting too long…”

Du Wei wiped the area on his right hand that was grazed by wood splinters, his tone as cold as ice, devoid of any emotion.

He took the thirteen video tapes, walked over to the principal’s desk, and sat down in the leather chair.

“Let’s see what secrets hide within these tapes you care about so much…”

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