Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

1:20 pm on June 1st.

Northbrook District, the heart consultation clinic clinic.

Du Wei opened the door and walked in.

Everything in the house is business as usual.

Antique clocks are hung on the wall, and the overlapping hands rotate regularly, making a mechanical click.

Annabel was motionless in the mounting cabinet.

It has settled a lot recently...

Only the black shadow remained the same as before, hiding in the shadow of an invisible corner, staring at Du Wei firmly.

It is very persistent.

But when Du Wei put the backpack on the sofa, opened the zipper and took out a thing wrapped in white cloth from the inside, and opened it to reveal a red balloon, his malicious gaze stopped.

There is another evil spirit in the house.

Du Wei held the tied red lead with his left hand, and took out the first clown card with his right hand.

He walked directly to the surface of the antique clock and said lightly: "Actually, I really want to bet with you."

call……

Inexplicably, a cold wind blew through...

The dark shadow in the corner hesitated for a moment, and slowly faded into the shadow, disappearing.

Annabel in the framed cabinet turned her head slowly and just happened to meet Du Wei.

Only the antique clock, it is just like a normal clock, nothing happens.

Du Wei glanced at the Joker card.

The face in the tuxedo on the card was very gloomy.

The gambling is not established.

But Du Wei was not surprised. He just wanted to test the antique clocks. It was normal if there was no response. If there was a response, it could only show that something went wrong.

But in this way, Du Wei also felt a lot more at ease.

He stared strangely at the red balloon held in his left hand.

In the state of spiritual vision, the entire balloon has a ghastly sensation, red like blood, very dazzling, people can't help but feel scared when they see it.

And inside the balloon, a clown face can be seen faintly, but it is very dim, and it is difficult to find if you are not paying attention.

Du Wei looked at it and said softly: "In this case, let's take a bet. Whether you win or lose, you will get antique clocks. In addition, we will not add any chips."

"There is no loss for you."

however.

Pennywise didn't respond, no nourishment of fear, and he didn't even have the qualifications to make a gambling game.

Immediately.

Du Wei frowned. Although he had thought of this a long time ago, he was still very disappointed when the gambling couldn't proceed.

"If you have nothing to do with me, then what is the point of me taking you home?"

If it were simply to solve the evil spirit incident in Dre Town, it would be easier for Du Wei to kill the Clown Pennywise on the spot.

Du Wei's eyes were cold: "You are a bit tasteless to me..."

The red balloon trembled undetectably.

Ordinary people are afraid of things like evil spirits.

The same is true for exorcists, even no matter how firm the will is, they will have emotions such as fear.

But Du Wei died of Capane Wise.

This also makes things very troublesome.

He has to support Pennywise.

But what Du Wei hates most is trouble...

So, he went back to the sofa, and after sitting down, he took out the mask without facial features.

It started with a trace of shade, and there was an evil spirit inside.

Du Wei put the mask on his face while holding both the Joker cards in his hand.

Two joker cards, one representing the game.

One sheet represents the ideal wish. Although the result will always be presented in a strange way, in a sense, it is indeed very useful.

Of course, this ability must have an upper limit, and it is not free. Every time you use it, you are dealing with it, or evil spirits.

"When I make a wish, Pennywise will make a bet with me on a voluntary basis."

He is now wearing a new mask.

It is the evil spirit in the mask that bears the price of the wish, not himself.

Next second.

Du Wei looked at the red balloon and said calmly: "Now, we can proceed with the gambling."

After speaking, he rubbed another joker card with his thumb and said the rules of the game.

"The chips are provided by me. Whether you win or lose, you will only get antique clocks."

"The rule is to see who says the other person's name first."

When playing gambling with evil spirits before, Du Wei would also play text traps to dig holes to deceive evil spirits.

But in the face of Pennywise, he has been perfunctory to the extreme, and he is too lazy to cheat.

Suddenly.

An extremely evil gaze flicked over Du Wei, and finally stayed on Pennywise in the red balloon.

On the card, Du Wei in a tuxedo showed a weird smile.

The bet is established.

Pennywise was already attached to the balloon, and he was so reluctant to tremble, it was impossible to say Du Wei's name.

But Du Wei would not be polite, he shouted Pennywise directly.

"Congratulations, you won!"

With the voice landing.

The hands of the antique clock on the wall stopped.

The clown card in his hand became extremely cold, as if it were ice cubes, and Du Wei subconsciously threw it away.

"Crack..."

"Crack..."

"Crack..."

The pointer beats again and again, and the sound is regular but inexplicably horrified.

Du Wei turned his head abruptly and looked at the antique clock.

"This……"

His face sank directly, and in the state of spiritual vision, the entire antique clock exuded a terrifying maliciousness, and it surged over like a tide.

This kind of malice is purely outrageous, and even stronger than the pressure that the nun met at the Hill Psychiatric Hospital on Du Wei.

Annabel in the framed cabinet shivered and twisted her head, as if in fear...

Accompanied by this extremely suppressed breath, it is getting stronger and stronger.

The speed of the pointer is getting faster and faster.

The whole room was plunged directly into darkness.

Click...

The voice is getting louder and louder.

boom……

The red balloon held by Du Wei's left hand, as if unable to withstand this pressure, burst directly!

At the moment the red balloon burst.

The turning speed of the hands of antique clocks stopped immediately.

The house regained its brightness~www.NovelMTL.com~ as if nothing happened.

Du Wei slowly took off the mask he was wearing on his face, his voice was cold without any emotion: "It seems that I can't get rid of you except death."

"You are holding a ring, and I am cursed because of that ring, and I have worn it once."

"Can I understand that you are imprisoning me?"

"So what the **** are you? Even if you are not as terrible as the source of the curse, you are at least as terrible as a bus."

no respond……

But Du Wei knew that he was right...

next to.

The fragments of the red balloon that burst into pieces floated up, seeming to have life, piece by piece, but the speed is very slow.