Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

? When Ryan finished his last sentence, he hung up the phone excitedly.

This is not the first time he called Du Wei in his dream.

But every time I make a call, I can get affirmation from Du Wei.

Lane's happiness is as simple as that.

Freddy, in the dissecting room, was not happy at all.

It was so angry that it couldn't control itself, and all the mist boiled up.

"I remembered, this voice..."

"This voice...Lian Hamel, the damn bastard, the bastard who seduced my mother!"

Its reaction seemed to be half a beat slow, and it roared loudly after Ryan hung up the phone. I don't know if it was afraid or because it was really thought of at this time.

When Du Wei heard this, he frowned: "He is Ryan Hamel? The exorcist who has disappeared for twenty years?"

Freddy roared and said: "Give me the phone, I will kill him, he is the one who caused me to become like this, he must pay the price."

Du Wei's tone was a little deep: "Are you sure?"

If the Ryan I knew was the genius exorcist Ryan Hammel twenty years ago, things seemed very wrong.

Ryan and Du Wei are about the same age, both of them are young people.

If Ryan is that person, he is almost fifty now, how is that possible?

Freddy shouted ferociously: "I will never forget his voice in my life."

Du Wei had a headache, and he no longer wanted to continue communicating with Freddy, because the marking ability had been activated.

The atmosphere in the dissecting room was extremely suppressed.

Ghosts appeared all around, the temperature in the room plummeted, and the lights above the head flickered...

in the corner.

At some point, a doll suddenly appeared, it was Annabelle.

But what made Du Wei feel unbelievable was that the moment Annabelle appeared, she didn't touch him at all, but was trembling crazily, as if she was afraid of something.

"Are you afraid of the nun? It shouldn't be. It's right now in the dream outside the anatomy room. It can't come in without my permission."

Du Wei found it unbelievable, Annabelle's behavior was really strange.

It stands to reason that it should attack itself immediately.

But it turned out that it was in fear, as if it had experienced unspeakable terror like a person before launching the marking ability.

"Did something happen at home?"

A thought flashed in Du Wei's mind, but then he heard the horn of a car outside the dissecting room.

All the marked evil spirits and those strange existences all appeared in Du Wei's dream.

It's just that it seems that the location of the launch mark is not right, and the time of appearance is a few minutes away.

As for the black shadow, it has appeared behind Du Wei, standing in his shadow.

A pair of bloodshot eyes flitted past Annabelle's body, and finally landed on Freddy's body.

"Devil...you are really a devil, you can summon evil spirits, you are not human at all!"

Freddy was also stunned by this scene,

Its ability is completely useless to Du Wei. Among all the evil spirits in this dissecting room, only it is the weakest.

The weak have no say.

Du Wei was also confused by this scene.

After clearly marking, the evil spirits will attack him. Even the evil spirits he carefully selected should not be so safe...

"My luck shouldn't be so good."

Du Wei laughed at himself, and grabbed Freddy's neck with his evil right hand.

Then, in an unusually soft tone, he said to Freddy, "Look into my eyes."

"You devil, Freddy won't listen to you."

Freddy was so frightened that he screamed, and turned his head away, not daring to look at Du Wei.

But it doesn't do anything at all.

Because this sentence itself is to make it think that it is absolutely impossible to look at Du Wei.

This is a psychological suggestion.

The more it doesn't want to look at Du Wei, the more it will strengthen this image in its mind.

The more time passes, the more it becomes convinced of this.

Immediately afterwards, Du Wei's voice sounded slowly: "Your name is Freddy Gruss, your mother is a nun, you grew up on Elm Street, and the person you hate the most is Ryan Hamel .”

Freddy struggled crazily, unwilling to listen to anything.

Du Wei continued to say regardless: "You want to avenge Ryan Hamel, and I am his boss. The call just now can prove this."

"I can give you a chance to meet him."

"But here it comes at a price, and I need you to do one thing."

"Of course, it is not difficult for you, that is to kill me."

Freddy was not an evil spirit, he could understand Du Wei's words, but he was driven even crazier by these words.

It growled loudly.

Du Wei was still talking: "You can understand it as a deal. No one else will know about the deal between you and me. Ryan is my stupidest subordinate. I don't care about his life or death at all."

"So you don't have to worry about it being a trap."

During this process, Freddy's struggle gradually weakened.

In the end, it cautiously asked tentatively, "You didn't lie to me?"

Du Wei smiled and said, "Of course not."

Freddy gritted his teeth, looked at Du Wei and replied: "But I can't be sure that what you said is true, and after I kill you, you are all dead, how can you help me avenge?"

Du Wei said calmly: "It's not important, the important thing is that you saw my eyes."

...

In New York, outside the dreamland, it was almost dawn at this time.

Everything experienced in the dream may be very short, but in reality it may be a long time.

That's why people have the feeling of gaping when they open their eyes but it's daytime when they've just had a dream for a while.

North Brook.

The torrential rain remains.

A black car stopped at the entrance of the psychological counseling clinic.

Hannibal and the others got out of the car, everyone's eyes were filled with a look of certainty.

"I smell his scent, the fragrance of flesh and blood..."

Hannibal stood in the rain, with his arms outstretched, and the corners of his mouth raised, making his voice seem inaudible.

"I can feel that he's here."

"Do it, bring him back to Europe and become its carrier."

When Hannibal lowered his head, his clothes were already wet from the rain. In the darkness, his shadow was refracted, and there were three shadows in total.

Other cultists broke in.

And Hannibal stood in the crowd. He was a hunter. In the state of spiritual vision, the whole psychological consultation gave him a cold and strange feeling.

"There is something wrong with this house, like a lair that nourishes evil spirits."

He knew that Du Wei had the power to control evil spirits, but he was not worried. As long as there were evil spirits, he would immediately attack them and eat them all.

But what puzzled Hannibal was that after those cultists broke in, there was no movement.

A cultist who enters a counseling clinic is like entering another world.

Everything is isolated.

Behind the door is a dense fog that can only be seen in the spirit vision state, like an abyss, deep and dead.

"You have no right to resist."

Hannibal shot a glance at the others.

Those cultists took out their tranquilizer guns one after another and stood behind Hannibal.

They wanted to capture Du Wei alive.

Hannibal lowered his head, his eyes were bloodshot and scarlet.

He raised his legs and walked into the fog.

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