Exorcist’s Self-Cultivation

How strong is the shadow?

That was a question…

It had a strong propensity to spread; merely seeing it would trigger it to act.

As it killed more people, the shadow grew even more fearsome.

In dealing with some comparatively weaker Evil Spirits, it could play an overwhelmingly effective role.

Additionally, it was quite convenient to use, which was the main reason Du Wei could tolerate it.

After all, even if he were to create another Masked Evil Spirit, it would still need time to be nurtured.

In Du Wei’s strategic plan for his Legion of Evil Spirits, the shadow was a central member.

At this very moment.

The same was true from the mask to the corpse.

The already pitch-dark bedroom became even more gloomy and oppressive, with the temperature dropping precipitously.

The chill was dense.

The shadow and the real Masked Evil Spirit began their struggle.

The Masked Evil Spirit met the shadow’s murderous mechanism.

At the same time, the Masked Evil Spirit also sought to reclaim its mask.

The situation was explosive, yet there was no grand spectacle as imagined; apart from the faint sounds made by the trembling corpse as it contacted the ground, there were no other abnormalities.

The battle between the shadow and the Masked Evil Spirit was unfathomable.

Standing in the darkness, Du Wei silently stared at the ceiling, his gaze carrying a bone-chilling indifference, as if he were looking at a corpse.

The rustling sounds from just a moment ago had come from within the ceiling.

And now, all had returned to calm.

The layout of the villa’s second floor was chaotic. Since Hannibal was here, and Du Wei had deliberately made footsteps when ascending the stairs, the other party couldn’t possibly be unguarded.

Therefore, he had concealed himself.

However, Du Wei made no move, simply watching placidly, the flintlock gun he held in his left hand stuffed into his pocket.

In the meantime.

Hannibal, hidden in some cramped space within the villa, looked increasingly troubled.

He realized he had underestimated Du Wei.

This man was not at all worried about the Evil Spirit; he seemed to have dealt with Evil Spirits for so long that he completely disregarded the Church’s Exorcism Rituals.

He did not follow the beaten track.

His methods of dealing with Evil Spirits were simple and crude, yet deadly efficient.

Hannibal’s plans had been thoroughly disrupted.

He saw the words on the letter, which now read—[A few minutes ago, Du Wei placed the mask on the corpse’s face. His Evil Spirit minion embarked on a one-sided suppression, and it will soon kill the other Evil Spirit.]

[Upon the death of the Evil Spirit, the villa will return to normal.]

[By then, your death is certain, so you must hurry before then, either find a way to interrupt all of this, or come up with a new plan.]

[You cannot treat Du Wei as a human being, he is no different from an Evil Spirit.]

The words appeared a bit too frequently this time…

At this moment, the corpse and the mask stopped trembling simultaneously.

The battle was decided.

The shadow was the victor…

Simultaneously, the scene outside the window became clearer; the rain was heavy, and moisture gradually wafted into the bedroom.

Meanwhile, the corpses of Madam Mina and her daughter slowly vanished.

It was very illogical.

This vanishing, accompanied by the changes in the scene outside the window, was akin to the rise of the sun and the disappearance of night.

Hannibal, feeling the slightly dazzling light, had an increasingly intense sense of crisis.

He knew he had entered a deadlock.

But if he could kill Du Wei, consume the Evil Spirit Du Wei would become after death, or consume that shadow, he still had a chance of survival.

“I can’t wait any longer.”

Hannibal told himself this, taking out a tranquilizer gun from his pocket, and crawled along the ventilation duct backwards.

He remembered that the villa’s ventilation ducts led directly to the outside of the second-floor walls, where one could crawl out and then cause some noise. If Du Wei wanted to kill him, he would surely go outside.

At that time, if he acted first, his chances were not small.

He was the nemesis of Evil Spirits. Once faced with Du Wei, the only valid tactics the two had were physical fitness and marksmanship.

Hannibal had personally experienced Du Wei’s marksmanship.

In this area, he was a master.

It was way too strong.

For a moment,

the noise from the ceiling became increasingly shrill.

And it kept moving.

Standing by the window, Du Wei watched as the strange noise moved from the edge of the ceiling to inside the wall, silently drawing a pistol and a silver coin from his pocket.

At the same time,

he bent down to pick up the mask, wiping it disdainfully a few times before placing it on his face.

The shadow had possessed him…

A surge of malice rose in his mind, but it was much weaker than before.

Although Du Wei didn’t know how the shadow had killed the Masked Evil Spirit, it had obviously expended some of its power.

Ding…

The coin was tossed into the air.

It showed tails…

A scythe appeared behind Du Wei, and the shadow possessing him dimmed a bit.

He even felt as though he was stepping on air, nearly slipping.

The shadow’s luck didn’t seem very good.

Du Wei frowned and tossed the coin again.

This time it showed heads.

The scythe was replaced by a skull-faced evil spirit…

Luck was on his side.

Du Wei hesitated for a moment, then aimed his gun at the wall, knowing Hannibal was inside and also what Hannibal was planning to do.

Both men were psychologists.

They had a basic understanding of each other’s thoughts.

In a sense, their minds were connected.

However, for some reason, after encountering Hannibal this time, Du Wei felt that the state of this Cannibalistic Ogre doctor was a bit strange.

To be precise, it was somewhat unlike the original Hannibal.

Both the methods and style were somewhat wanting.

As if he had been influenced…

Therefore, Du Wei couldn’t be bothered to play games with Hannibal. Using the simplest method to take care of him was what he wanted.

But shooting through the wall to hit Hannibal hidden in the ventilation duct seemed a bit unrealistic.

So, Du Wei tossed the coin once more.

This time, the shadow was lucky.

Still heads.

The next second, without any hesitation, Du Wei pulled the trigger.

Meanwhile, Hannibal in the ventilation duct had already moved outside, loosening his grip and plunging down to the damp ground.

A forward tumble dissipated the force of the impact.

Hannibal was unharmed and even wore a mocking smile, aiming an anesthetic gun at the second-floor window.

“You really are careless, Mr. Du Wei,” he said.

At the second-floor window, Du Wei’s figure was clearly visible.

But just then, a bullet that should have been avoided by Hannibal somehow hit a roadside billboard.

The pole of the billboard bent directly down, crashing towards Hannibal.

Hearing the noise behind him,

Hannibal’s face changed, and he immediately dodged to the right without bothering to shoot.

But it was useless.

A bolt of lightning streaked down from the overcast sky along the pole of the billboard…

It was like magic…

Hannibal only saw a flash of white before he completely lost consciousness.

White smoke billowed from his body.

The body, or rather the corpse, was charred like coal…

Click…

A bullet head fell to the ground, bounced a few times, and came to rest on Hannibal’s chest.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and the letter on Hannibal’s body, miraculously unscathed, was lifted by the wind. It floated for a moment then slowly, leisurely covered the bullet head.

The only words written on the letter were: “You’ve been influenced too deeply by it, what you see is only what it wants you to see.”

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