Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

Late at night, in the villa.

When Du Wei returned to reality, his right hand trembled.

Not scared, but overwhelmed.

The bug of the marking ability is that as long as it is touched, it can be marked. After the marking is activated again, all the marked beings will appear in front of Du Wei instantly...

Then, kill him.

However, when Du Wei basically activates the marking ability, he is always in a dangerous situation. As long as he activates it, he will either be forced to the limit, or he can hide himself, looking at the marked existence and wanting to kill himself stuff melee.

Most of the time, the marking ability is his core hole card.

but now……

He felt that he had only marked it once, but as long as he activated the mark, the number of beings that appeared in front of him might reach an extremely exaggerated number.

More than hundreds of thousands.

It is estimated that if the mark is really activated, the existences that appear may turn the entire New York into a dead city.

"What I marked should only be the black silk thread in the antique clock, why is it like this..."

Du Wei was puzzled.

He looked at the back of his right hand, stared at it for a while, gritted his teeth, and walked out of the villa.

...

The nights in New York are very quiet.

This is not a city that never sleeps. In most districts, there are very few pedestrians at night. After all, this is the west, and guns are free.

There are only red light districts where the lights are feasting.

That's the place where you can get high until dawn.

Du Wei looked at the neon-lit red-light district from a distance. It was already two o'clock in the morning. He frowned and said, "They should be asleep by this time."

They meant Tom, Father Tony, Ryan.

Tom made a guarantee before that he would never take Ryan to the red light district.

Du Wei is still very relieved about Tom's character.

Although he didn't know, his good brother's wine quality and character were simply incomparable.

turn around.

Du Wei then drove towards North Brook.

His car was the McLaren GT, which had been consigned back to New York.

The place to go now is the previous psychological consultation clinic.

The ability to mark makes him feel that the closest thing to him is the psychological consultation clinic.

...

Ten minutes later.

On the street opposite the psychological counseling clinic, Du Wei parked his car.

Through the car window, he saw that the psychological counseling clinic was covered in darkness at night. An earthquake had occurred in New York, which was not in the earthquake zone, because of the antique clock.

And the source is the psychological counseling clinic.

Cracked roads have been repaired and collapsed street lights restored, but not the counseling clinics.

When Du Wei rented the psychological consultation clinic, he didn't spend much, because the housing prices in Northbrook were very low, and if the landlord chose to repair it, it was equivalent to rebuilding.

It's better to buy a house again.

It is not a vintage house, basically the price is not too expensive in the West.

Under the night, Du Wei could see the cracks on the wall of the psychological consultation clinic. The whole clinic had become a dangerous building, which might collapse at any time, and some houses next door were not too bad.

And it felt a little strange to him here.

The last time he came back was before he bought the villa. It had been a long time since he had been in the clinic for a long time, and he had already gotten used to the coldness and eerieness of the clinic.

Coming back after a long time, what this clinic reveals is an inexplicable horror.

It's even scarier than a villa, more like a lair that nourishes evil spirits.

"It seems that my last home was more troublesome than I thought..."

Du Wei opened the car door and looked up blankly. The entrance of the psychological counseling clinic was put on a isolation tape, which was done by Tom before.

On the back of the right hand, the pattern of the pointer was slightly cold.

In the house in front of him, there are many things that have been marked as successful, but he has not marked them.

Now, Du Wei suspects that the countless marked things this time may be a whole with the black silk thread inside the antique clock.

He goes to the door.

The wooden door of the house was ajar, and it couldn't be closed because of the deformation, so it wasn't locked at all.

Gently pushing the door open, there was an ear-piercing babbling noise.

But Du Wei didn't go in, he just stood at the door, looking at the scene inside the house.

At this moment, what appeared in front of him was coldness and darkness, as well as some sparse voices.

His arrival disturbed the existence in this room.

If it is an ordinary person, what they see should be a normal scene.

But his eyes are dark shadows, so what he sees is the essence of this psychological consultation clinic.

Du Wei saw it.

The cracks in the walls revealed a permeating atmosphere.

He looked along the crack that spread like a spider's web, and saw something looming slowly flowing and permeating the entire house.

That is black silk thread.

"I actually lived in this kind of place before, and I haven't noticed anything wrong yet."

Du Wei felt his scalp tingle.

Habits really make people comfortable with the status quo.

It will also make people ignore some exceptions.

Now, he fully understands that what he marks is the whole black thin line, except for those in the dream, those that exist outside will also be marked by himself.

And then there is a problem.

"It's not just the things in the clinic that I marked... there are other places, I even feel that in other countries, across thousands of kilometers, there are also marked black silk threads."

"Why are there such things in those places?"

"Could it be that it is a product left by the owners of ancient clocks and watches?"

Du Wei remembered that when he asked Alex to investigate antique clocks, there was a record in the information Alex gave, and the earliest records of antique clocks were in the 18th century.

And the masters of the past generations who got the antique clocks and watches did not end well, basically they all died miserably.

Going forward, the previous generation owner was Ryan Hamel.

However, even if this information is deduced, it is of no use to Du Wei, and instead causes problems with his marking ability.

As long as he activates the marking ability, wherever he is, wherever he is, it will become a dead city not inferior to Massas city.

If you don't activate it, the marking ability will be useless.

All in all, he may have lost out.

Thinking of this, Du Wei stretched out his hand and touched the wall of the house. On the back of his right hand, the pattern of the pointer was giving off a slight chill.

Moreover, the black silk thread of the house itself is also swimming along the wall, as if it wants to integrate with Du Wei and return to the source along his palm.

That is, in a dream.

"Wait...The connection between these black silk threads and the antique clocks does not seem to be severed."

"If this is the case, doesn't it mean that if the flower that never fades devours the antique clock, it can escape from my dream through the connection?"

Du Wei frowned, and then a bold idea appeared in his mind.

"But if I think about it from another angle, I seem to be able to use these black silk threads as bait to lure the never-fading flowers and achieve the results I need."

"No, it's not to lure the never-fading flowers, but to use black silk thread to fish. As long as I have a strong enough fishing rod and bait in my hand, I can treat the demon god who wants to kill me as a fish and get it into my dream." inside."

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