Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

? The flames are hot.

Temperature dry.

It's 10 o'clock in the evening.

The weather in New York has become a little gloomy, and the moon and stars that can be seen just looking up are all covered by cloudy clouds.

At the entrance of the psychological counseling clinic.

Du Wei turned on the gold melting furnace and calmly looked at the puddle of molten gold.

To the naked eye, everything is as usual.

But in the state of spiritual vision, Du Wei saw a letter appearing in it——.

"Is that really your real name?"

Du Wei asked himself silently, wanting to get an answer.

Then, he said: "According to the conclusions drawn now, it seems to be..."

Obviously he has always wanted to verify this matter, but he wanted to deny it when the juncture was approaching.

He couldn't figure out the question of the demon's real name.

Therefore, I instinctively want to give a negative answer, so that I can subtract a plan and choose the dream-in-dream plan.

Making choices is a difficult thing.

But if you are forced to a dead end, there are few conditions to choose from, and you can go on more steadily.

Snapped……

The three-layer heat insulation cover of the gold melting furnace was closed heavily.

The faces of two children formed by the mist in the spiritual vision state wrapped around him maliciously, screaming and threatening that only he could hear.

They tried to scare Du Wei.

"It doesn't make sense."

Du Wei said something coldly, took out the mask from the windbreaker and put it on his face.

next second.

A sharp knife appeared strangely in the mist, and with a light swipe, the two ghosts were completely dispersed, and the mist returned to the melting furnace.

This so-called gold itself is a cursed object and a prisoner.

It plays a double role.

When Du Wei saw the complete letter, he could feel that the curse on his body was extremely active.

In addition, Du Wei's vision was affected to some extent.

Ghosting... phantoms.

Some ferocious caterpillar-like shadows were erratic in front of his eyes.

"Like having floaters."

Du Wei showed a sarcastic smile, and walked firmly into the house.

In the rear, the gold melting furnace has not changed in any way, only the remaining temperature is still reminding what happened just now.

...

inside the house.

The breath also became very oppressive.

Antique clocks hang on the walls, and the hands spin faster than ever.

Annabelle remained motionless in the framing cabinet, as if she was dead. Only when Du Wei looked at it did it tremble undetectably.

His gaze returned to the antique clock.

Du Wei didn't bother to take off his mask, so he just stood in front of it and said calmly: "When I met that piano, you had a very strong reaction."

"But when I got two golden bottles, you didn't fluctuate."

"I sometimes suspect that you may have an independent will.

"

"Sometimes it doesn't feel logical."

"I can't mark you, is it because your master is not me?"

"Is it because you want me to do something because you want to use me for your purpose?"

"Freddie was an inspiration to me."

"I think you are alive..."

No response, the antique clock remains the same.

Du Wei didn't care, just looked at it like this, his eyes became calmer.

"I used to think that the mask was an imitation of you, but what I experienced later made me feel wrong."

"Oil paintings, gold bottles, and gold brooches, these three things belong to one category, while you and the mask belong to another category."

"I have been in contact with people from the Vanity Sect, and they told me that a long time ago, someone made imitations of their masks, which are the two I got."

"Regardless of whether you are an imitation or the original clock, I really want to know if the person who made the mask has any relationship with you."

"You first appeared in the 18th century. Is the person who made you and the person who made the mask the same person?"

When it comes to this.

Du Wei took out the clown card from his pocket, held it between his hands, and put it in front of his eyes: "Let's treat you as a living person, no matter what you want to use me for, you still have to accomplish your purpose. After the curse, I will do everything possible to deal with you."

from the beginning till now.

Antique clocks and black shadows are the witnesses of Du Wei's growth. If they have their own will, it is impossible not to know what it means.

Since Du Wei dared to say such a thing, he must have the confidence and ability to do it.

Not empty talk...

It's that he really intends to destroy the antique timepiece, no matter the cost.

He's betting...that the antique clock will give him a response.

But like a person talking to himself, the antique clock did not reveal any useful information from beginning to end.

But according to all its manifestations, it does have some kind of will.

It is even possible to have a deep connection with Du Wei.

Du Wei took a deep breath and made a wish on the clown card: "When I close my eyes, I will start dreaming, and I will retain the rights of dreamers. This right will not be completely lost until I solve the nun."

"And the realization of this wish will have a prerequisite, that is, I died in a dream."

His voice was calm, and the expression revealed in his eyes became extremely gloomy.

Then Du Wei closed his eyes.

...

Everyone dreams.

Everyone is also the leader of dreams.

Everything in the dream is to serve the master.

In a dream, the world revolves around you.

You are the protagonist of the world.

...

It seems like a century has passed.

It seemed like just a moment.

Du Wei slowly opened his eyes, and his blank gaze quickly regained his composure.

The lights were dim.

This is his home...

As for time...

Du Wei looked up at the position of the antique clock, and the pointer seemed to have returned to its original state, pointing to the minute.

"That's not what it is in reality."

Du Wei shook his head, turned around, walked to the door, and pushed the door open.

It was gloomy outside, and it was still late at night.

"Is this my dream? It doesn't look any different from reality, it looks like it was deliberately fabricated."

Du Wei suddenly laughed and touched the mask on his face.

"But why does the shadow actually exist?"

"I'm dreaming, not entering my dream. Those things of mine shouldn't be able to be brought in."

"So, these are my dreams."

His voice was not the same as before, a little hoarse, and there were even some emotions that subtly disappeared from him and could only be imitated.

"It's really interesting..."

Du Wei shook his head, stretched out his right hand, and directly entered the evil spirit transformation, and then he said in a cold voice: "!"

He wanted to verify the claim of the devil's real name in his dream.

This is the safest place. If it succeeds, the curse will disappear. If it fails, the matter will not be serious.

After all, "he" planned to die in the dream.

suddenly……

When Du Wei's words fell to the ground, the whole dream world suddenly became different.

The dark clouds in the night sky collapsed downward, forming a hideous face.

It was the nun...

According to the information Du Wei has explored before, it has not yet reached the level of becoming a demon, and it will take a week.

But when Du Wei recited that sentence, he suddenly felt that something was wrong with the nun.

It got really scary.

Moreover, he stared directly at himself.

It may not be accurate to say that, after all, Du Wei itself is its target.

But in fact, he was being targeted.

For example, the nun stared at Du Wei before, but it was not intuitive. It was like wearing dark glasses, and only saw the outline of Du Wei, knowing Du Wei.

But when Du Wei read its real name, it took off its glasses and saw everything about Du Wei.

Chanting your real name is equivalent to exposing everything about yourself.

Du Wei said clearly: "No wonder, some people try to erase the letters on those things. This is a trap, a trap with absolute malice."