Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

Quiet at midnight.

Du Wei carried his bag and held a black umbrella and hurried towards the direction he came.

Passing through the area of ​​rusty barbed wire is considered out of the city.

The unexpected situation in the imagination did not happen.

After all, although Du Wei stayed in Massas City for about eight hours, the scope of exploration was not very large, and the evil spirits he encountered were all trapped in the streets.

Business as usual...

…

To the west of Massas City.

after an hour.

Du Wei came to a remote roadside.

Looking around, the surrounding area is dark, deep and quiet.

The McLaren GT stopped quietly.

Du Wei took out the key and swiped to the position of the car door. The scissor door lifted automatically and the car's headlights flashed.

In the dark, light always brings people a sense of security.

"call…"

Slowly exhaling a suffocating breath, Du Wei took the black umbrella and got into the car.

The backpack is placed in the position of the co-pilot and can be easily touched.

Close the door, and once again looked up at the location of Massas City.

The whole city has been plunged into darkness, even the vague outlines can not be seen, as if the whole city has been erased from the horizon.

In the sky above the city, it is even stranger.

I can see the clouds, but it seems to be stained, as gloomy and dark, like a sign of the rainstorm, but this situation has lasted for a long time, and it looks very strange.

There was no rain and no abnormalities happened.

The city seems to be brewing, and when it erupts, it will be terrifying beyond words.

Du Wei took a deep breath, retracted his gaze and started the car to leave.

He didn't want the crisis in Massas City to erupt, but at this stage, he couldn't solve it at all with his ability, and he could only protect himself.

People are at a disadvantage when facing evil spirits.

Passive and desperate.

Although Du Wei is a hunter, his level of evil spirits is not so deep, and he is a little far behind against the Andrew Dauquinian generation of hunters.

This time in Massas City, the ability of evil spirits is also very tasteless, and it is not even as effective as black umbrellas and other things.

The car drifted away, but the speed was not fast.

While driving the car, Du Wei was thinking about the delivery of his own operation.

First, I got the remaining Joker card and another mask.

But the clown card is related to evil spirits, so it's better not to use it.

The other mask was used as a medium by himself without knowing its abilities, and the hunter of the church of Twilight Bell was locked in.

The role of the new mask evil spirit is to wedge an anchor point in the clown card so that the evil spirit cannot appear temporarily, but I don't know how long it can last.

Moreover, that ability to make a wish seems to have been affected a bit.

When Du Wei thought about this, he couldn't help showing up the new Joker card.

"Wishing can be regarded as wishing to evil spirits, but there has never been a so-called unearned gain in this world. It can be regarded as a transaction."

"But this transaction is not fair."

On the clown card, the person in the tuxedo behaves strangely. Its face is a bit like a fusion of Du Wei and a bald man. Its facial features are more three-dimensional and deep, its eyes are deep concave, and its eyes are cold and gloomy.

Du Wei frowned: "I can feel the connection with it, but it's not close, and it's not the same as my original card. In other words, its owner is me and the hunter of Twilight Church. "

"But the hunter has turned into an evil spirit, and has been locked in a mask by me, and will never be able to come out, but I feel that it is looking forward to my wish, so what is this?"

Du Wei's tone was a little weird, he thought of a very funny term-two surnamed domestic slaves.

"But I won't use it for the time being. Even if I use it, I will try to make a wish in another way, such as letting the evil spirit in the mask make a wish for me, so that it is the trader, not me. "

"The problem of the sacred nail and the evil spirit Du Wei is also very difficult."

"Also, my demonicization is not the same as others. It seems that something is missing... The problem is with Annabel. This evil spirit doll is not as simple as I thought..."

Speaking of this, Du Wei's eyes fell slightly indifferent.

There are many things to be solved, but they all have to be the same.

The Holy Nail had to find a safe place to hide. As for the evil spirit Du Wei, as long as he didn't encounter extreme danger and didn't use the clown card to let it out, it would be safe for the time being.

But it should not be that simple.

After all, from a certain sense of injury, it is indeed another self.

Memory, personality, and thinking logic are all the same.

The greatest enemy of man is himself.

The only person who knows himself best is himself. For Du Wei, he knows how terrifying the evil spirit Du Wei is. In this invisible duel, he did not win and the evil spirit Du Wei did not lose.

"So who is the loser?"

Du Wei sneered and stepped on the accelerator to the end. The car speeded up and quickly turned into a highway. Massas City behind him got farther and farther until it disappeared.

…

And this time.

In the city of Massas.

A 70-year-old man with gray hair and some bald heads was wearing a priest's uniform, standing still with a slightly hunched back.

His name is Alvin Daokui, UU Reading www. uukanshu. Com is one of the hunters of the church. Unlike Du Wei, his demonization has reached its limit.

The whole person's complexion was ashen, like a corpse, and the whole body exuded a frightening maliciousness.

More like evil spirits than evil spirits.

On the opposite ground, there is a huge hole with no bottom.

The whole big hole is about 100 meters square, and it is pitch black, and the whistling of the wind can be heard faintly, as if an evil spirit is whimpering in a low voice.

The more I look down, the more terrible I am, the urge to jump down and into the hole.

But Alvin completely ignored this feeling. In addition to his appearance and name, he had so few human characteristics that he was pitiful, numb and silent, and did not have the slightest emotion.

At this time, a burst of regular footsteps suddenly sounded.

Accompanied by the vicissitudes of life, there was an old voice: "Alvin, although I know that the church will send you over, I still feel surprised that you are not much different from the evil spirits and should not be involved in this matter."

Alvin slowly turned his head and looked behind him silently.

It was a "young man" who was about forty years old. The huge scars started from the middle of his forehead and spread to the left chin.

He has only one eye.

Those scars seemed to be caused by some kind of sharp claw tearing. Although it had been a long time, they still showed an abnormal bright red color.

"Fedek, since you joined Twilight Clock, we haven't seen each other for thirty years, right? Your appearance hasn't changed in any way, which is really enviable."

It seems that after seeing an old friend, Alvin's eyes have a touch of remembrance and complexity, but there is only such a trace, and those who come and go are fast.

He has no humanity...