Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

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In the living room, Du Wei looked at the place on the wall, which should have belonged to the antique clock, and kept thinking about it.

Before entering the dream, he made a wish with the clown card.

I brought masks and other items into my dreams. Logically speaking, antique clocks and oil paintings are my own things, and they should also appear.

But in fact it didn't.

Du Wei couldn't help but wonder: Are antique clocks and oil paintings actually not mine? Their relationship with me is not what I thought? Or in other words, they are incompatible with my dreams and can't be brought in?

Antique clocks may not belong to Du Wei, but Du Wei belongs to it.

But oil painting is different.

At that time, Du Wei used the clown card, and his wish was to obtain the right to use the oil painting.

The power of idealism is the most buggy.

There is no reason or logic at all.

Only results, no process.

Therefore, the answer may be the latter.

"Dreams are reflections of reality. Dreams related to curses may indeed be inconsistent with antique clocks and oil paintings."

"If they do enter the dream, maybe the dream will not be formed."

Speaking of this, Du Wei looked at the Annabel evil spirit doll who was aside.

Perhaps it was a dream problem. A layer of dust fell on the entire mounting cabinet, which made Annabel's doll body a little fuzzy.

But Du Wei could feel it, turning his head to look at himself.

呲...

Du Wei wiped the glass door of the mounting cabinet, and said to Annabel lightly: "Welcome to my dreamland. When I need to go out, you will return to reality. Stay at ease for a while."

The joker card is on Du Wei, he wants to leave the dream, either wait until the dream is over naturally, or use the joker card to get out in advance.

It was easy for him to leave.

But for now, Du Wei didn't want to leave. At least he had to find the nun and confirm the status of the other party before choosing to leave.

"It's just, where are you?"

Du Wei said to himself, and walked towards the door, and placed his black umbrella on the shelf by the door.

The whole house gave him a bad feeling.

It is not dangerous, but a strange sense of strangeness.

There are mottled coagulated blood clots everywhere on the ground, and moist green moss crawling on the walls. The home in my dream is like being washed by decades of time.

If Du Wei didn't know that this was a dream, and dream and reality were the opposite, he would doubt whether he would have passed through decades later.

Oh...

The sour sound of the door opened.

Du Wei opened the door, but the sight outside the door suddenly shrank his pupils.

He said in a complicated tone: "Is my dream so strange?"

outside.

The sky is gray, and all the scenes seen by the naked eye, from roads to buildings, are completely gray. Some buildings belonging to Du Wei's memory are very vague, with only one outline.

Deeper, it was pitch black, and there was nothing to be seen.

This is because Du Wei did not subconsciously pay attention to those buildings.

Just like a person eats and drinks water every day, he can't remember how many mouthfuls he ate and how many mouthfuls he drank today.

Even if I remember it very clearly, it is impossible to recall it after a few days.

Fragmented memories will be selectively forgotten by the brain.

It just makes Du Wei feel strange, but it's not that, but it's raining outside...

When he was in the bedroom, he had seen the scenery outside the window, whether it was the sky or the buildings outside, except for the slightly distorted colors, everything else was normal.

It didn't rain at all...

"Couldn't, my dream is connected with other people's dreams, right?"

Du Wei's face was a bit ugly, he took the umbrella on the shelf in his hand and hurried back to the house.

When he rushed to the bedroom on the second floor, everything he saw through the window in the bedroom became what he saw at first.

To be precise, it was the scene he saw outside the window before he entered the dreamland.

"So you are in someone else's dream right now?"

Du Wei said, frowned and left home step by step.

Whoosh...

Hold up the umbrella.

The fine raindrops ticked down on the umbrella surface, surrounded by water vapor, and the surrounding scene looked hazy...

As he walked, Du Wei thought.

"When I started dreaming, other people should also be dreaming. The dreams were connected together, and they changed from an individual to a collective."

"According to the known information, the nun seems to be devouring these dreams, good or bad. If I want to find it, I have to enter other people's dreams."

"Of course, this dream is a hodgepodge at the moment. Maybe I walk forward for a while, or open a door, and I will enter other people's dreams."

"But that would be a waste of time. I only need to determine the state of the nun and when it will explode. There is no need to match it in a dream."

Speaking of this, Du Wei took out his wallet from his pocket and placed a silver coin in the mezzanine.

On the front is a relief of a skull, and on the back is a sickle with blood dripping.

The ability of this coin is also ideal, and it is even more weird than a wish.

The positive side represents good luck, and the negative side represents bad luck.

There is an evil spirit on both sides.

They will haunt Du Wei until the day he dies, otherwise they will never end.

"I need a little bit of luck to help me find it quickly."

While talking, Du Wei tossed a coin.

He still wanted to gamble his luck, and didn't want to waste the use of the Joker card.

Watching the coin spin in the air, Du Wei reached out to catch it.

"It's the opposite..."

Du Wei frowned. Fortunately, he was now wearing a mask and covered with the outer shell of Sombra. Even if it was the opposite, Sombra was unlucky, not him.

Next second.

Behind Du Wei suddenly appeared a human silhouette wearing a cloak, like a **** of death, holding a black sickle, staring at Du Wei firmly.

To be precise, it was the shadow that shrouded Du Wei.

Snapped……

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, causing the billboard that was about to fall by the roadside to directly hit the ground, and a small stone soaked in rainwater happened to splash on the mask Du Wei was wearing.

This……

Du Wei's eyelids jumped wildly, and he tossed another coin.

Still the opposite...

The lighter in Du Wei's pocket fell out, and when it fell to the ground, the lighter switch hit a stone on the ground.

The crimson flames rose directly.

The black shadow that enveloped Du Wei seemed to be burned to the ground, boiling like boiling water.

The bad luck should be on Sombra~www.NovelMTL.com~ has nothing to do with Du Wei.

He watched this scene and said in a very weird tone: "I seem to have found another use of this coin. If I can make an evil spirit toss the coin constantly, and every time it is the opposite, it may It’s too unlucky, and you may die inexplicably."

After all, Du Wei picked up the lighter and simply tossed a coin again.

He wants to bet his luck, after all, Sombra can continue to resist...

Luckily this time.

Is positive...

In the stagnant water on the ground, a broken plank floated over, and the break was aligned with Du Wei's front left position.

Where, there is a house with a vague outline...

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