Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

crunch...

The fangs bit on "Du Wei"'s head, tore through the flesh and crushed the skull.

Pooh...

A sharp, cold steel right hand pierced into the heart of "Du Wei" and crushed it.

At this moment, no matter what, "Du Wei" couldn't die anymore.

The nun stood in the bedroom and devoured "Duwei" completely. It was cold and hideous as if enjoying a delicious meal.

The devil's lies end here.

It got a real name that was fabricated by lies, and at the same time reaped the "fruits" that it had cultivated for a long time.

But in this dream, there is something discordant.

That was the oil painting hanging on the wall, and the expressionless "Freddy" stretching out his hand from it.

The nun looked at Freddy with a sarcastic smile on his blood dripping mouth.

Its yellow eyes reflected pure evil.

it is……

it's the nun...

It is The Nun...

I don't know when, its legends and information have been circulated in this world.

The more you fear it, the more determined its existence will be.

People have searched for many ways to try to solve this existence, but nothing has worked.

The devil's real name is the biggest lie.

Du Wei was caught in it from the very beginning, and his thinking mode couldn't jump out of this information gap, just like he couldn't deny himself.

But he used his own method to verify this lie.

At this moment……

Nun, no...it should be the devil nun.

It looked at the oil painting, put its hands on the frame, and raised it up...

This is its coronation.

The entire dream world has become weird and evil.

There was a crack in the pillow next to the bed, and it was full of fangs.

An eye drilled out of the wall, looking at the world curiously.

Ridiculous.

Even the craziest painter can't describe this scene. The world has come to life because of the devil nun, or it has become an extension of its will.

When the dream started, it was recognized by Du Wei, and it had a real name.

When the dream ends, it will use this dream as a springboard to wake up from Du Wei and reach reality.

From the psychological consultation clinic to the whole dreamland of New York, the color seems to have been taken away, leaving only black and white.

...

In real psychological counseling clinics, chaos is also happening.

During the torrential rain, the Vader Cultists poured gasoline all over the house.

Hannibal stood in the darkness, watching the scene with a smile on his face, he said: "Let me see how long you will hide in there, that clock will not be affected by the fire, but you are human, you only need to If you don’t want to die, you have to come out of it.”

"Give up struggling."

"Let me take your body back, you are not qualified to use this body at all."

"Only you of evil spirits,

It is the most perfect and most powerful existence. "

"I am eager to see my kind come into the world and make the world more interesting."

"And then... I'll eat it again."

At the last sentence, Hannibal put his hand over his mouth, resisting the urge to laugh maniacally.

He knew he was playing with fire.

If you are not careful, you will die in the hands of the evil spirit Du Wei.

But Hannibal didn't care at all, as long as he thought of the moment when the evil spirit Du Wei took away his body, an evil spirit named Du Wei would appear in this world, and then take advantage of that threshold to eat him, he would be excited trembling.

There is nothing more interesting than this.

Hannibal's ability is to eat evil spirits, and the evil spirits eaten by him will become his scapegoats.

This ability is buggy, but the cost is also obvious.

Hannibal's mental state has always been unstable, extremely crazy, he doesn't care about life, but he doesn't want to become an idiot-like evil spirit.

Yes……

In Hannibal's eyes, an evil spirit without intelligence, memory, and consciousness is an idiot.

He wanted to become an existence like the evil spirit Du Wei.

The reason why Du Wei was admired so much at the beginning, and now he is contemptuous and disdainful, is also related to this reason.

Hannibal felt that if he were Du Wei, he would give his body to the evil spirit Du Wei without hesitation.

Same memory, same personality, same name.

What's wrong with being a ghost?

"Hahaha... Evil Spirit Hannibal, just thinking of this name makes me tremble."

Hannibal whispered, but he didn't notice that there was a trace of extreme coldness and calm in the depths of his eyes.

Sudden……

The cultist from Vader came over, and he immediately showed a gentle smile, very friendly.

"Mr. Hannibal, everything is ready."

Hearing this, Hannibal nodded and said, "Then, let's set the fire."

The cultists raised their hands and waved vigorously.

Immediately someone ignited gasoline.

In an instant, the entire psychological consultation clinic was covered in flames, and even in the rainstorm, it was still burning.

The firelight reflected the faces of Hannibal and the others, making them look more ferocious and evil.

But at this moment.

Suddenly someone exclaimed: "Look quickly, what's going on in this clinic, why is there a double image?"

When Hannibal heard this, he immediately turned his head and looked towards the past.

In the next second, his expression became very exciting.

The entire psychological counseling clinic was covered by fire, but it was the gasoline that was burning, and the house itself was not affected in any way.

At the top of the psychological counseling clinic, there is another projection of the clinic that is exactly the same.

But this projection is black and white, blurry...

From top to bottom, this projection seems to overlap with the real clinic.

Hannibal's eyes widened. He saw an oil painting on the projected window on the second floor, but because of the distance, he couldn't see what the specific painting was. He could only see a pair of hands with sharp nails. , holding oil painting border.

"This... what is this thing?"

Hannibal's face was gloomy, and he suddenly had the urge to run away.

The existence in this projection gave him the feeling of death.

As long as this existence comes to reality, everyone will die.

But before Hannibal turned around and left, the projection suddenly became distorted, followed by some unknown piano music...

Tranquility and silence.

Hannibal was terrified, and immediately backed away frantically.

The moment he heard the sound of the piano, he suddenly found that the evil spirits he had eaten had also gone silent.

...

Inside the clinic.

The hands of the antique clock hanging on the wall are turning backwards.

The blurry figure in the room, which was the same as Du Wei's, became very dim at this moment.

In the framed cabinet at the side, Annabelle appeared in it at some point. It slammed against the cabinet door frantically, and its aura was extremely violent.

What is more violent than it is actually an antique clock.

It is calm and mysterious, and every time the pointer is reversed, the extremely repressed atmosphere becomes more dignified.

It tried to rewind the time in the clinic to a certain point, but it was still too slow.

When Du Wei closed his eyes and began to dream, the time lag between him and Annabelle was too long.

Every time the pointer is reversed, there will be a clicking sound.

If someone appeared in the house, they might be killed by this weird atmosphere in an instant.

...

And at this time.

It was still the dissecting room.

Wearing a windbreaker and a red and green turtleneck sweater inside, "Du Wei" took his hands off the piano...

The black shadow stood just behind the piano seat, motionless.

next second.

He covered his head and slammed on the keys frantically, boom... the sound of the piano was manic.

Then, he stretched out his hand to tear off the windbreaker. The whole windbreaker was like the skin sticking to his body. When it was torn off, it was dripping with blood.

The one exposed under the windbreaker was Freddy with burn scars all over his body.

"The devil... the devil..."

Freddy screamed in horror, but when he saw the surrounding scene clearly, he shrank back into the corner tremblingly in fright.

"It's started again, it's started again, you madman, what have you done to me?"

"Is this really your dream?"

On the dissecting table at the side, at some point, it was covered with a white cloth.

Under the white cloth, there seemed to be a corpse.

Then, a hand reached out from under the white cloth and pulled it away.

Du Wei sat up from the bed. He looked at Freddy and said calmly, "This used to be my dream, but it's not anymore."

It sounded like he was giving Freddy an answer.

But this made Freddy's reaction even more irritable: "Impossible, if it wasn't your dream, then why did you appear, and what happened to me? Who just died?"

Du Wei said calmly: "These are not important. The important thing is that the ones who died just now are of course Du Wei and Freddy."

Freddy was about to be driven crazy, shaking his head vigorously...

Seeing this, Du Wei couldn't help shaking his head, and gave it a signal to release the psychological suggestion.

"look into my eyes."

Freddy looked over subconsciously, and his eyes immediately became extremely dazed.

Du Wei stood up and walked in front of it, whispering: "According to our deal, you will become me in my dream, and then I will create you in my dream and kill me."

"And now, the deal is done."

Freddy's face became extremely ugly: "You...you can hypnotize me..."

Du Wei stared at it and said: "This is not the first time."

Freddy was stunned, and wanted to ask Du Wei when he would fulfill his promise to make a deal—to help him avenge Ryan Hamel, but he didn't dare...

For the first time, it created fear for a person.

Just like what Du Wei said earlier, he will be Freddy's nightmare, and no matter how much time passes, Freddy can't get rid of him.

At this time, Freddy suddenly thought of something, and it screamed in horror: "You said this was your dream, so whose dream is it now?"

Du Wei replied, "Of course it's yours."

Freddy broke down: "Then you should also be a dream, so where is the real you?"

"I've been in the car..."

As soon as the words fell, Du Wei's body became darker and darker.

At the same time, the dissecting room also became dim.

It was like a bubble, refracting colorful colors in the sunlight, but it quickly disappeared into nothingness.

...

June 16, at 7 o'clock in the morning.

A vintage bus pulls up at a New York platform.

The body is brand new, the lights are dim.

After the door was opened, a man in a windbreaker and a white mask was seen sitting in the driver's seat.

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