Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

When Hannibal stepped into the psychological consultation clinic, he suddenly felt a sense of mental oppression.

There was a dense fog in front of him.

His spiritual vision was completely covered, and he couldn't see clearly what was in front of him.

The cultists who had just walked through the door were all gone.

Disappeared without a sound.

It's like stepping into a world that doesn't exist in reality at all.

"Mr. Du Wei, are you still there?"

Hannibal's voice was a little strange, and he also took a few steps back. He had only taken two steps since he entered the door, and logically he should have already retreated by this time.

But both the feet and the back felt empty.

can not go out……

Hannibal narrowed his eyes, but didn't care.

"Mr. Du Wei, I know you want me to die here, but I have to say, you are very wrong."

"Even if you are an evil spirit, it is impossible to kill me at once."

"You have seen my ability with your own eyes. I don't care about wasting my life here."

"I brought a lot of news, such as you about the evil spirit, that you are about to come out of the mirror."

"Aren't you worried?"

Hannibal's voice sounded conversational in every word, as if the fog in front of him was Du Wei.

He could feel that Du Wei was in this room, but he couldn't determine the location of the other party.

The mist was very strange, blocking his perception.

Hannibal's face was a little ugly. The reason why he said this was actually to determine Du Wei's position.

As long as he finds Du Wei, he has the confidence to get rid of the current predicament.

Sudden……

Hannibal heard a strange noise.

Click... click... click.

It's like a mechanical gear is trying to turn, but it's stuck for some reason...

like an old clock...

Hannibal walked in the direction of the sound, and at the same time he took out the tranquilizer gun from his pocket.

According to the request of the evil spirit Du Wei, what he wanted was a living Du Wei, not a corpse.

Hannibal is happy to help his kind achieve their goals.

He enjoys it.

soon……

through the fog.

Hannibal saw an old-fashioned clock hanging on the wall.

The face of the clock is engraved with angels, as well as some patterns representing divine meanings.

However, in the state of spiritual vision, Hannibal noticed that the source of the fog was precisely the antique clock.

The pointer just kept trembling at the 12 o'clock position, and it couldn't move forward no matter what.

The main thing is...

In front of the antique clock, there is a vague figure.

It happened to be facing away from Hannibal.

It looks exactly the same as Du Wei.

"I said, you can't kill me."

Hannibal sneered,

The tranquilizer gun was fired directly.

The tail feathers of the anesthesia needle disappeared into the figure, but it seemed as if it had penetrated a phantom.

next second.

The hands of the antique clock turned backwards, and Hannibal's body swelled up like a balloon, and with a bang, it exploded into blood mist...

The blurry figure became clearer and clearer.

But if you look carefully, you can find that the whole body looks exactly the same as Du Wei, but in fact it is formed by the gathering of countless fine black silk threads.

With the reversal of the hands of the antique clock, part of the black silk thread disappeared inexplicably.

Hanging in the empty framing cabinet next to it, a vague silhouette of a doll appeared.

The antique clock seems to use an incomprehensible force to try to bring Annabelle, who should have disappeared, back to reality.

And this power seems to be related to time.

...

outside the house.

In the darkness, a painful muffled sound suddenly sounded.

Hannibal walked out of the shadows expressionlessly, and of the three shadows behind him, only two remained.

"That clock...is wrong."

"That figure that looks like Du Wei is not right."

"Its smell is exactly the same as that of Du Wei, so what I smell is actually it, not Du Wei."

"So where is the real Du Wei?"

Hannibal was puzzled.

He couldn't understand the current situation at all. Even the most experienced hunter would be helpless if he saw what happened in the psychological counseling clinic, and he couldn't even find any useful information at all.

Du Wei used the clown card to disappear inexplicably and entered a dream.

But his items are not in the dream, only the ability to mark can be used.

No matter how you look at it, it is unreasonable.

After Du Wei disappeared, the antique clock fell into a frenzy, making the entire psychological counseling clinic also show a terrible face.

When there is Du Wei in this room, it is the safest place in New York.

But when Du Wei is not around, the most dangerous and terrifying place is also here.

The information is intertwined, like a mess of threads, and it is impossible to make sense of it.

Hannibal wasted a chance to die, and the amount of information exchanged was pitifully small.

All he knew was that the clinic was abnormal, that the antique clocks were horrific, and that there was a fake Du Wei inside.

"Could it be, this is a trap you specially prepared for me..."

Hannibal whispered and walked to the door of the clinic.

When those cultists saw him, they all showed strange eyes.

"Mr. Hannibal, you just didn't..."

"Hush..."

Hannibal made a booing gesture to them: "It doesn't matter."

With that said, Hannibal took out an envelope from his pocket.

After opening it, there was a blank sheet of paper inside.

next second.

A line of text automatically appeared on the paper: [Five minutes ago, you entered the clinic, but you saw a terrifying existence, so you died]

【You got some information, but you couldn't find Du Wei, even though he was in the clinic】

Hannibal glanced at the contents of the letter, turned his head and ordered to the others: "Prepare to set fire to this clinic."

The envelope was taken by Hannibal from the Church of Evening Bell.

In the letter, there is an evil spirit.

It's not powerful, but it can show what happened ten minutes ago and give useful information.

The current situation was beyond Hannibal's control. Although he believed in his own mind, he would refer to the letter when there was insufficient information.

If Du Wei is really in the clinic, as long as he sets the fire, he will definitely come out.

Otherwise, you can only die in the fire.

As for whether this would cause the antique clock to get out of control, Hannibal didn't care about that at all.

He has the ability to die for him, and he is not a good person.

As long as the goal can be achieved, all means can be used.

Hannibal whispered, "Things are getting more and more interesting."

...

ding ding ding...

Tap the piano keys with your fingertips, and the sweet music sounds dense.

"Du Wei" sat in front of the piano, playing that lullaby.

Behind him, the black shadow stood silently, never moving half a step away.

Annabelle squatted in the corner of the dissecting room and shivered. Since it appeared, it has been in a state of fear, and some black and fine silk threads appeared on its body.

Those parts with silk threads have become very blurred.

But "Du Wei" didn't notice it at all. He played the piano intently, acting strangely.

His clothes are also a bit bloated, under the windbreaker, a red and green turtleneck sweater can be seen faintly.

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