Exorcist’s Self-Cultivation

June 12th, around five in the afternoon.

After saying goodbye to Tom and Father Tony, Du Wei returned to the psychological counseling clinic.

He didn’t have much to do these past two days, so he decided to select the appropriate Evil Spirit Mark after his father-in-law, Lawrence, delivered the antique.

Recently, he wanted to give himself a break to avoid constantly being tired and tense.

Hmm…

At the very least, relax during the day, and make contact with the Evil Spirit at night.

After all, according to his plan, before too long, he would need to start addressing the curse problem to prevent it from escalating and causing even more trouble.

However, before that, Du Wei planned to probe the curse and explore what exactly his dreams were all about.

Only in this way could he accurately determine how much time the nun had before leaping from the dream into reality.

…

In the bedroom on the second floor of the clinic.

Du Wei wore a pale yellow trench coat, gazing at the bright sun outside the window, his usually somber demeanor swept away.

He felt very comfortable.

Everyone dreams, and known causes of dreams are divided into physiological and psychological aspects, but even in these areas, no one can explain the mechanisms and principles that form dreams.

Everything in a dream is based on one’s memory and cognition, including elements of the five senses, among others.

When a person has intense fantasies, in some cases, they can dream of whatever they desire.

Illusory, yet real.

“But when I’m in a dream, I can’t move anything but my Evil Spirit Transformed Right Hand…”

Du Wei looked out the window at the sun and began to ponder.

He hadn’t forgotten the experiences he had in his dreams so far.

Once he dreamt, he would likely find himself in a difficult situation, only able to endure until the dream ended to open his eyes and see the nun.

To Du Wei, dreams and reality were essentially opposites.

In reality, with his Right Hand transformed by the Evil Spirit, it would become numb, like a corpse.

But in a dream, his Right Hand could regain sensation, and the line between human and Evil Spirit became very blurry—except he couldn’t move his body.

“I can’t be passive like before, at the very least I need to be able to do something in my dreams, otherwise, merely confronting the nun head-on isn’t particularly meaningful.”

Du Wei whispered to himself, then turned his head to look at the backpack on the bedside and the painting hanging above it. He hesitated for a moment, then drew the curtains and walked over slowly.

“I could use the Joker Card to make a wish, the darkness now should last a bit longer, making three or four wishes shouldn’t be a big problem.”

“Moreover, if only the Evil Spirit can move freely in dreams, I can put on the mask and wear the shadow’s shell…”

Du Wei said, organizing his thoughts.

He took a mask from the backpack and put it on his face, immediately the light in the room dimmed.

The shadow emerged from the dark corner, its outline much clearer than before, like a colored-in sketch, deep and dark…

On appearance, it gave Du Wei a look filled with familiar malice, unmasked.

Even after becoming the Masked Evil Spirit, categorized as harmless, it still harbored the thought of killing Du Wei.

Obstinate and rigid.

The next second, the shadow overlapped with Du Wei.

Under the Spirit Vision state, he saw his body enveloped in a layer of murky stuff, and a surge of malice flooded his mind.

It was more dreadful and intense than before.

But Du Wei ignored it completely, he was accustomed to it by now.

Pulling out the Joker Card from his pocket, Du Wei whispered, “Once I enter the dream, I will be free, and the items I have in reality will also be brought into the dream with me.”

After finishing.

The Du Wei wearing the mask on the Joker Card started to rot on another leg, leaving not even the bones intact.

But strangely, that version of him didn’t fall. Instead, it floated in the air with both legs missing.

Seeing this, Du Wei couldn’t help but say, “Two legs, two hands, then the torso, finally the head. When I on the card completely vanish, that’s when you break out, isn’t it?”

“The ‘you’ here refers to the Evil Spirit inside the Joker Card.”

Although Du Wei was asking, his tone was very certain.

It seems that enhancing the shadow to fight against the Evil Spirit’s assimilation could only be used once.

Next time, it will come out of the card and begin a killing spree against Du Wei.

But for Du Wei, this had no significance whatsoever because, by then, he would surely have marked plenty of Evil Spirits and could easily kill this one.

What he needed was always the wish-granting ability, not to resolve the Evil Spirit itself.

“Time to sleep.”

Du Wei spoke calmly and then lay down on the bed, pulling the blanket over himself.

The current time was 5:10 in the afternoon.

The sun hung high in the sky, showing no signs of setting.

Du Wei slowly closed his eyes, knowing this would be a daydream.

…

Meanwhile.

In various districts of New York, at various places, some strange things were happening.

Some were at work in the office but suddenly closed their eyes and slumped over their desks.

Some were at home praying, but once their eyes shut, they fell straight into sleep.

The nightmare was beginning.

…

Drip-drip…

Tick-tock…

The sound of water droplets hitting the floor reached his ears, perhaps a tap in the bathroom not tightened properly or the kitchen sink leaking.

The air he breathed through the mask felt slightly moist.

Beneath him, he could feel the soft bed sheets.

“Huff…”

Du Wei suddenly opened his eyes, taking a deep breath.

The sight before him was quite strange; the location was his home, but the colors he saw were much reduced.

It was somewhat like the visual experience when color televisions were first developed and seen.

Very dim…

It was still the bedroom, but everything around him was utterly different.

The walls were cracked, with large spiderweb-like fissures spreading out, dust everywhere, even the windows appearing neglected and hanging outside, fixed by only one screw, ready to fall at any moment.

On the ground, there were even some dark brown clots of congealed blood.

Du Wei looked at the familiar yet strange bedroom expressionlessly and sat up from the bed with an outstretched hand.

By the bed, his backpack was placed.

But the mysterious oil painting did not appear in the dream.

Du Wei frowned, casually picked up his backpack to check the contents, and then slung it over his shoulder.

Things were slightly different than he expected; after entering the dream, he should have seen the nun.

But in reality, he had not.

“Let’s see where you really are,” Du Wei said as he touched the mask on his face and walked out of the bedroom.

Downstairs.

A strange hue flashed in his eyes.

The display cabinet was hanging on the wall of the living room, with Annabelle inside, trembling slightly as if afraid of something.

And next to it, where the Antique Clock should be, there was nothing at all.

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