Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

Even if Moser is unwilling, he can only listen to Gascoigne and the others right now.

Choosing to close his eyes and enter the voodoo room through dreaming, a sentence appeared in his mind: "I might as well be called Luthor rather than Mercer."

This is very real.

Although it was self-deprecating, Moser also knew clearly that he might be synonymous with strength in the eyes of outsiders, but in fact, he was a weak chicken of the Vanity Sect.

Except for the rookies, any random one would be much better than him.

He is a younger brother.

...

And the other side.

Du Wei also returned home.

It was very quiet at home at midnight.

He was sitting alone in front of the sofa, with an ashtray on the coffee table, a cigarette in his left hand, and a tap on the glass surface of the coffee table with his right hand, making a thumping sound.

On the coffee table, several things are placed one by one.

They are, a yellowed envelope, a coin, a dice, and a clown card.

Yes……

Now, the items in Du Wei's hands are basically these, and he has used up the rest as consumables.

Looking at the envelope on the coffee table, Du Wei's mood was a little complicated.

Envelope, who had been active like a dog licking, was seriously injured when he helped him control Mapa's pen and dealt with the demon god Lamer.

No matter how indifferent Du Wei was, he still had to admit Envelope's loyalty and some touches brought to him by Envelope's Savior.

For Du Wei.

After this time, the status of the envelope in his heart was almost equal to that of Sombra.

Even if you raise a dog, you will develop feelings over time.

What's more, the envelope can communicate with Du Wei.

"How can I save you?"

Du Wei asked the same envelope as dead,

It's like asking yourself again.

It's not that he didn't try to wake up the envelope, but no matter what he did, the envelope never gave feedback, and Du Wei could feel that the breath of the envelope had almost disappeared.

The aura refers to the eerie feeling inherent in being the envelope of evil spirits.

Du Wei had a bad idea that the envelope was dying.

It will no longer be like before, and it can be resurrected even after being burned to ashes.

"I can't accept this result."

Du Wei's tone was very cold. He had promised like an envelope that as long as he got Mapa's pen, he would open the envelope and let it become what it should be.

Moreover, several times in a foolish way, he promised that the envelope would be the number one strategist of the Evil Spirit Legion, and that he would be his right-hand man.

It used to be fooling around, but not anymore.

Thinking of this, Du Wei opened his clothes and took out Mapa's pen from inside.

There are not many opportunities for Du Wei to use this pen. Fortunately, he does not use Mapa's pen to describe the answer he wants like Matthew. Otherwise, he will pay an irreparable price, and the information he gets will not Not necessarily true.

more likely to be fooled.

"Envelope, even though you are now dying and cannot give me any feedback, I still want to tell you that I may not be able to save you."

"If you are a product that exists in human form, I can find your consciousness through dreams, and even change a carrier for you, but you are not."

"I can only fulfill my promise and use Mapa's pen to lift your restrictions. This may be the only way, but if you still can't wake up, then I can only say sorry."

"But I will always take you by my side, and when I die, you will surely turn into dust with me."

When Du Wei said this, he no longer hesitated.

He reckoned that he could only use Mapa's pen three more times, and by the fourth time, this pen would definitely get rid of his influence.

Fortunately, there is only a limit to opening envelopes, and the number of times will not be wasted.

Holding Mapa's pen in his right hand, Du Wei tapped on the envelope.

Mapa's pen is a quill, about thirty centimeters long.

But when the tip of the pen touched the envelope, a drop of ink appeared out of nowhere and blended into it in the blink of an eye.

The restriction is lifted in an instant.

The yellowed envelope trembled, and the seal opened automatically, but some gray mist came out from inside, instead of the familiar piece of paper with words coming out.

Du Wei frowned, and instinctively entered the evil spirit transformation, his shadow was also squirming, it was the shadow protecting him.

But he was already mentally prepared, so he didn't panic.

The gray mist didn't come out too much, and after it appeared, it surged on the coffee table and gathered into a ball.

But what happened next left Du Wei stunned.

The mist actually formed a man's face. The man's facial features were three-dimensional, about the age of middle age, and he looked extremely fierce, but his eyes revealed a flattery and humbleness that did not match his appearance.

It's Carlos...

At the end of the Victorian era, Du Wei saw Earl Carlos with his own eyes. He was a top hunter in the Victorian era and claimed to be his most loyal subordinate.

"Are you really the predecessor of the envelope?"

Du Wei asked subconsciously.

Carlos' face changed slightly, as if he heard some voice, he turned his head, but he opened his mouth in vain as if he couldn't see Du Wei, as if he was calling for something.

Du Wei didn't understand lip language, he just noticed that Carlos's mouth shape kept repeating, as if he was saying a single sentence.

"What do you want to tell me?"

While speaking, Du Wei stretched out his hand to grab it, but he passed through a void, unable to touch the face formed by the mist at all.

"Carlos, I am your master, answer me, what do you want to tell me?"

That face kept turning, it seemed to have some consciousness remaining, and it also wanted to find Du Wei, but it couldn't be found at all.

Sudden……

The envelope placed on the coffee table was suspended, and Carlos's face seemed to be blown by the wind, turning into a gray mist, and returned to the envelope again.

Then, a blank sheet of paper appeared.

But the words that emerged on the paper were rows of strange symbols, including pointers, oceans, and eyes, densely covering the entire envelope.

"This is what happened when the envelope touched the stele of the Wittbach family for me. Why did it appear at this time?"

Du Wei guessed that maybe he was resurrecting the envelope, and the information and symbols hidden in the envelope appeared again.

In the past, when the envelope was conscious, it tried to convey some information to itself, but it couldn't say it, it could only ask itself, and it answered yes or no.

But even then, the envelope won't last for a few minutes, and it will change back to its original shape, and it will forget everything that happened before.

At this moment.

All those symbols began to disappear and gradually disappeared, but the envelope was trembling, and some mist appeared, as if Carlos or the envelope were struggling.

In the end, a line of weird patterns mixed with words appeared.

Du Wei glanced over those weird patterns, and the rest of the text was: It's here... Victorian era.

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