Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

at dusk.

On the street opposite the counseling clinic.

After Du Wei got out of the taxi, he held the black umbrella and walked to the door with the printer.

But after putting down the printer, inserting the key and turning it around, his body paused.

"It seems something is wrong..."

During the day, the clinic is indeed very quiet, there are antique clocks, so Sombra and Annabel will disappear a lot.

Even if there is an extra corpse, the sharp knife that can be used as a medium should not have any effect on him.

They will become active only at night.

And now, it's evening...

Du Wei became vigilant slightly. He held the black umbrella in one hand and pushed the door open with the other.

You can see that the antique clocks are hanging on the wall, the hands overlap each other, still turning as usual.

And Annabel's mounting cabinet hung next to it, and it seemed to fit perfectly, as if there was nothing wrong with it.

As for Sombra...

Except when it was going to be used, it was hidden in the shadows in most cases. When it didn't appear, Du Wei didn't know where it was in the room.

"It seems that there is some trouble, we have to solve it first..."

Du Wei whispered, then picked up the printer and walked into the room.

After a few steps, the door behind him closed automatically.

In the whole room, the light gradually dimmed, as if quickly entering the dark night.

Whether it is a window or a door, all places that can transmit light are quickly occupied by shadows.

A sense of depression that could not be described in words slowly emerged in Du Wei's heart.

And this is more solemn than before, second only to the time the nun jumped out of her dream.

But Du Wei did not respond much.

To put it in an inappropriate sentence, that is-habit becomes natural.

So, he put the printer on the coffee table, didn't use it, just sat on the sofa, took out the lighter and lit a cigarette for himself.

call……

With a sigh of smoke, Du Wei leaned back on the sofa, staring at the antique clocks and Annabelle hanging on the wall with a cold expression.

The atmosphere is very solemn...

Du Wei didn't care, and said to himself: "After getting out of the car this time, my evil spirits have increased a lot, and I even lost control."

"So I originally planned to meet Father Tony again in two days, but what I didn't expect was that after I got home, the demonization seemed to skip the process of losing control."

"It's like something is helping me? Hmm... This sentence is not appropriate, maybe something should be used to absorb some power from me?"

"From the beginning, I knew that I was different from other hunters. My right hand was completely unaware when it became evil, as if its owner was not me."

"Then, in the Goliath Winery, I saw the scene of death again. I have always been very wary of this ability. The more I believe, the easier it is to be misled."

"The death scene is because of Lingshi."

"So what do you two want to do?"

As soon as the voice fell, Du Wei took out his pistol, and pointed the dark hollow barrel directly at the antique clock.

His voice was indifferent: "You should be the same thing as a mask, holding the ring alone, and the two masks together can hold the gold brooch."

"In every mask, there is an evil spirit, but you hide it deeply."

"Either I force you out, or you come out by yourself."

With a click.

Du Wei directly opened the insurance. He planned to test the antique clock. This thing is really weird. Every time a death scene appears, it indicates something, even with a little sense of guidance.

It seems that it wants to live on itself, and it does not want the evil spirit Du Wei to occupy its own body, but in a sense, this is not with good intentions.

Evil spirits, no matter what they do, their ultimate goal is to kill.

In the face of unknown horrors, one should always remain vigilant.

But to Du Wei's disappointment, the antique clock did not respond at all, still rotating mechanically.

Du Wei squinted his eyes, but at this moment, the mounting cabinet hanging next to the antique winning bidder suddenly trembled.

Click... The machine spring bounced.

The lock opened directly and hit the wooden floor, but there was no sound.

Oh...

The door of the mounting cabinet opened, and the evil spirit doll Annabel turned her head, and her plastic eyes looked directly at Du Wei.

Obviously it wasn't real eyeballs, but he could feel the cold and bitter look.

The malice on it is deeper than before.

In other words, it has not recovered its original horror until now.

The temperature inside the house plummeted, Du Wei only felt cold all over, and goose bumps were oozing out of the skin.

At this moment.

Except for the area illuminated by the lighter's ignition, the whole room was completely dark.

in the dark……

A rustling voice came.

Du Wei didn't even need to enter the state of spiritual vision, he saw that one after another, figures appeared in the room.

Among them, there are males and females, with different skin colors.

But everyone's face was gray, and his eyes were dead and empty.

All ghosts...

At first they appeared in many places in the house, beside the walls, at the door, on the stairs, in front of the TV.

There were even two ghosts sitting in the left and right hand positions of Du Wei sitting on the sofa.

A man and a woman are white—Bob and Lisa who died in the horror room.

Immediately after ~www.NovelMTL.com~ all the ghosts turned their heads blankly and looked at Du Wei stubbornly.

And his right hand also went into a state of evil spirits uncontrollably, his skin color appeared paler, and he felt completely unfamiliar.

The flame of the lighter shrank instantly.

A large shadow spread over Du Wei's back, a pair of bloodshot eyes, full of strong malice, I don't know when, the black shadow stood behind him.

Du Wei stared at his right hand, looked at it a few times, and suddenly smiled.

"It turned out to be like this... When I caught you for the first time, you already left something on my body and used it to nourish and grow, or are you recovering?"

He said to Annabel.

It seems that I underestimated it.

It should not be a simple evil spirit doll, it has the ability to gather ghosts.

Thinking of this, Du Wei put on the mask directly.

Then, he tried, and directly removed the evil spirit of his right hand, stood up and looked at the dark shadow.

The shadow seemed to be a little tangled, and it stretched out its hand to grab Du Wei's armpit.

Where is the sharp knife wrapped in white cloth hidden.

It seems to want that sharp knife...

The mask blocked Du Wei's face, and the whole person felt even more weird. When the shadow was about to touch his clothes, he took out the clown card.

The self in the tuxedo on the card suddenly turned his head, and showed a malicious smile to the dark shadow.

The next second, the shadow paused, and continued to stretch out his hand unwillingly, but gave up.

Du Wei shook his head, and walked to Annabel, who was standing on the ground, under the dumb gaze of all the ghosts.

He whispered: "Do you want to bet a game?"