Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

at dusk.

Across the street from the Counseling Clinic.

After Du Wei got out of the taxi, he carried a black umbrella and carried the printer to the door.

But after putting down the printer, inserting the key and turning it, his body paused.

"There seems to be something wrong..."

During the day, the clinic was indeed very quiet, with the presence of antique clocks, Sombra and Annabelle would stop a lot.

Even if there is an extra evil corpse, the sharp knife used as a medium is on him, so it shouldn't have any effect.

They only become active at night.

And now, it's evening...

Du Wei became slightly vigilant. He held the black umbrella in one hand and opened the door with the other.

As far as the eye can see, the antique clock is hung on the wall, and the hands are overlapped, still turning as usual.

And there is Annabelle's framing cabinet hanging next to it, and it fits perfectly, as if there is nothing wrong with it.

As for Sombra...

It hides in the shadows most of the time except when it intends to make a move. When it doesn't appear, Du Wei doesn't know where it is in the house.

"It seems that there are some troubles, we have to solve them first..."

Du Wei said something in a low voice, picked up the printer and walked into the room.

After walking a few steps, the door behind him automatically closed.

In the whole room, the light gradually dimmed, as if quickly entering the night.

Whether it is a window or a door, all places where light can pass through are quickly occupied by shadows.

A sense of oppression that cannot be described in words slowly surfaced in Du Wei's heart.

And this is much more dignified than before, second only to the time when the nun jumped out of the dream.

It's just that Du Wei didn't react much.

To put it in an inappropriate word, that is-it becomes natural from habit.

So, he put the printer on the coffee table, didn't use it, just sat on the sofa, took out the lighter and lit a cigarette for himself.

call……

Gently exhaling smoke, Du Wei leaned back on the sofa, staring at the antique clock and Annabelle hanging on the wall with a cold expression.

The atmosphere is extremely dignified...

Du Wei didn't care, and said to himself: "After getting out of the car and coming back this time, my degree of evil spirit has increased a lot, and I even lost control."

"So I originally planned to go to contact Father Tony in two days, but what I didn't expect was that after I got home, the transformation of the evil spirit seemed to skip the process of losing control."

"It's like, something is helping me? Hmm... this sentence is not appropriate, maybe something should be used to absorb some power from me?"

"From the very beginning, I knew that I was different from other hunters. When my right hand transformed into an evil spirit, I was completely unconscious, as if its owner was not me."

"Then, in the Goliath Winery, I saw the death scene again. I have always been very wary of this ability. The more I believe, the easier it is to be misled."

"And the death scene is because of spiritual vision."

"So what do you two want to do?"

As soon as the voice fell, Du Wei took out a pistol, and pointed the black and hollow barrel directly at the antique clock.

His voice was indifferent: "You should be the same thing as the mask, holding the ring alone, and the two masks together can hold the golden brooch."

"In every mask, there is an evil spirit, but you hide it very deeply."

"Either I force you to come out, or you come out by yourself."

There was a click.

Du Wei directly opened the insurance. He planned to test the antique clock. This thing is really weird. Every time the death scene appears, it is foreshadowing something, even with a hint of guidance.

It seemed that it wanted to keep itself alive, and it didn't want the evil spirit Du Wei to occupy its body, but in a sense, it didn't have good intentions.

Evil spirits,

No matter what you do, the ultimate goal is to kill.

In the face of unknown horrors, one should always be vigilant.

But to Du Wei's disappointment, the antique clock didn't respond at all, and it was still turning mechanically and regularly.

Du Wei squinted his eyes, but at this moment, the mounting cabinet hanging next to the winning bid for the antique suddenly trembled.

Click... the spring springs.

The lock opened directly and hit the wooden floor, but there was no sound.

yay...

The door of the framing cabinet opened, and the evil spirit doll Annabelle turned her head, and her plastic-like eyes stared directly at Du Wei.

It's obviously not real eyeballs, but you can feel that kind of cold and spiteful gaze.

The malice on it is deeper than before.

In other words, it has not returned to its original horror until now.

The temperature in the room plummeted, and Du Wei felt chills all over his body, and goosebumps ooze from the surface of his skin.

This moment.

Except for the range illuminated by the little flame of the lighter, the whole house was completely dark.

in the dark……

There was a rustling sound.

Du Wei didn't even need to enter the spiritual vision state to see figures appearing in the room one after another.

Among them were men and women, with different skin colors.

But everyone's face is gray and defeated, and their eyes are dead and empty.

full of ghosts...

They first appeared in many places in the house, next to the walls, doorways, stairs, and in front of the TV.

There are even two ghosts sitting on Du Wei's left and right hands sitting on the sofa.

A man and a woman are both white - Bob and Lisa who died in the house of horrors.

Immediately afterwards, all the ghosts turned their heads blankly and stared at Du Wei.

And his right hand also entered the state of evil spirit uncontrollably, and his complexion became paler, giving him a completely strange feeling.

The flame of the lighter shrank instantly.

A large shadow spread over Du Wei's back, a pair of bloodshot eyes filled with strong malice, and at some point, a black shadow stood behind him.

Du Wei stared at his right hand, took a few glances, and suddenly smiled.

"So it's like this... When I caught you for the first time, you already left something on me, and used it to nourish and grow, or are you recovering?"

He was speaking to Annabelle.

It seems that I underestimated it too much.

It should not be a simple evil doll, with the ability to gather ghosts.

Thinking of this, Du Wei put on the mask directly.

Then, he tried it, and directly lifted the evil spirit on his right hand, stood up and looked at the shadow.

The black shadow seemed to be a little tangled, it stretched out its hand and grabbed at Du Wei's armpit.

There is hidden a sharp knife wrapped in a white cloth.

It seems to want to get that sharp knife...

The mask blocked Du Wei's face, and the whole person felt even weirder. When the shadow was about to touch his clothes, he took out the clown card.

The self in the tuxedo on the card suddenly turned his head and showed a malicious smile at the shadow.

The next second, the black shadow paused, and continued to reach forward with some reluctance, but gave up.

Du Wei shook his head, and under the blank stares of all the ghosts, he walked in front of Annabelle who was standing on the ground.

He said softly, "Want to gamble?"