Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

Stand at the door.

Du Wei withdrew his gaze. Behind him was the interior of the psychological counseling clinic, which was disorganized, littered, and the walls were cracked.

Countless black silk threads are floating in it, like living things.

In his vision, these silk threads are fishing lines, and he himself is the bait, a bait that can lure demon gods, provided he finds the "fishing rod".

Only in that way can he catch the demon gods in the dream and give them to the unfading flowers to devour.

However, the flower that does not wither at this stage is definitely unable to kill a demon god that only exists in concept.

It's still very young.

It needs the careful care of Du Wei, the gardener.

"Now, I have one more hole card."

Du Wei said something silently, and he walked towards his car. The information has been checked almost, so there is no need to stay any longer.

He has been really tired recently and needs time to recuperate.

In addition, the plan to trick people into wearing armor to become gods, so as to kill the devil god, also needs to think about the specific operation process.

He had a premonition that Lamer's crisis this time was just the beginning, because it was one of the demon gods. Now that it had started to fight, it meant that the battle between the demon gods and him had begun.

According to other people's statements and the information Du Wei learned, the cycle had already started when he appeared.

And he negated the cycle.

This should be the last game.

...

Under the night, a McLaren GT slowly drove away from the psychological counseling clinic, left North Brook along the repaired road, and rushed towards the city center.

It's been a long time.

The moon hangs high in the New York night sky, and suddenly, a dark cloud floats over, which plunges the psychological consultation clinic into darkness.

At the window on the second floor.

Thin black silk threads are wriggling.

They gathered together, faintly forming a human silhouette.

Once, the dead Hannibal entered a psychological counseling clinic. At that time, Du Wei was dealing with the demon nun in his dream.

Lamer's bell stormed once.

What did it do, and after Hannibal entered the psychological counseling clinic, he saw Annabelle's phantom and another blurry silhouette made of black silk threads.

That silhouette was exactly the same as Du Wei, but the body was made up of black silk threads.

Later, when Du Wei returned to reality, Lamer's Bell never brought out that Black Du Wei again.

but now……

It appears.

And it seems to have been in the psychological counseling clinic.

in the dark.

The outline of the human figure made of silk threads became more and more clear. From the limbs, to the face, to the clothes, Du Wei was perfectly reproduced.

Du Wei didn't show any expression.

A pair of eyes, dark and cold.

Let's call it Heduwei.

Compared with Hei Duwei, Duwei who lost his original eyes now looks more like a fake.

Hei Duwei glanced down at his clothes.

It is wearing a suit.

It was the second gift Alex gave Du Wei, and it also wore a Patek Philippe watch on its wrist, which was also a gift from Alex.

It seemed to hesitate for a moment.

It turned around, and when it walked into the house again, its clothes had turned into windbreakers, the style of which was exactly the same as what Du Wei was wearing now.

"Not quite like him."

Hei Duwei's tone was unusually calm, exactly the same as that of Du Wei in the past.

and.

It can talk.

When I walked to the door of the bedroom on the second floor.

It stretched out its hand, grabbed the doorknob, and pulled it open again, revealing darkness inside.

only.

When He Duwei walked in with one foot, the darkness completely dissipated, and what was replaced was a complete psychological consultation clinic that was no different from the earliest one.

And the time here seems to be afternoon.

On the first floor, sat a young white woman with a haggard look on her face.

Seeing Hei Duwei walking down, the white woman quickly stood up and said in a low voice, "Dr. Duwei, I..."

He Duwei made a hissing gesture.

Then, it walked up to the white woman, sat on the sofa, and reached for the paper and pencil on the coffee table.

Immediately afterwards, it held the pencil, stopped on the paper form, looked up at the pale white woman opposite, and whispered: "Ms. Aisha, now you can continue the topic just now."

"Okay...Okay, Dr. Du Wei."

...

On the far side, among the snow-capped mountains.

A tall tower stands in it.

At this time, a blizzard was falling.

The whole sky turned dark and gray.

A total of eight people from the Vanity Sect were waiting in front of the tower.

They are not afraid of the cold.

Everyone wears a mask.

As for the remaining twelve people, that is, Faerun, Brand, Gascoigne, and Mercer, they had left a few days ago and went to Voodoo.

Eight people.

Alphalia stood in front of the tower, and he sat in the snow. It seemed that some kind of force was at work. Since there was a piece of dry ground around him, when the wind and snow blew, he would automatically avoid it.

Resisting the urge to sneeze.

Alphalia took a deep breath. He didn't know what happened recently. He felt as if he had been affected by some kind of force majeure, and he always felt that his body was about to decay.

In the beginning, it was not conspicuous and had no effect on him.

Can progress over time.

Alphalia felt that his body was getting heavier and heavier, and some impossible symptoms also appeared on him.

Although, right now it's just a sneeze.

But it is likely that after a while, he will fall ill.

"I am already inhuman, why do I still have the signs of a mortal?"

Alphalia asked herself silently in her heart.

Then, in his consciousness, a voice appeared.

The voice told him that there is an immortal being who has been cursing him endlessly, from the past to the future, and has never stopped.

In a trance.

Alphalia saw a darkness, and in the darkness, there was a hideous and painful voice shouting: "Alphalia, I curse you, I curse you to die badly."

"You devil, you will never stop tormenting me, and I will curse you until the end of the world."

The one who dares to curse Alphalia like this is naturally the lock ghost Puton.

Alphalia didn't know why she was cursed by existence.

I don't know why the other party knows his name.

After all, his past has been blurred.

There are no more than three people in this world who know his name, and the people of the Vanity Sect cannot be counted, because they are a whole.

However, this is not an unsolvable problem for Alphalia.

He stretched out his finger and tapped the mask on his face.

An invisible force isolated the curse and bounced it back.

Finish these.

Only then did he ask the others in a low voice: "Has there been any news from Faerun and the others? When will the stone tablet of Voodoo be brought back?"

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