Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

?　　The flame is hot.

　　The temperature is dry.

　　 It's 10 o'clock in the evening.

　　 The weather in New York has become a little gloomy, and the moon and stars that can be seen when I just raised my head are all covered by clouds.

　　 at the entrance of the counseling clinic.

　　 Du Wei opened the gold melting furnace and calmly looked at the molten gold liquid.

　　 Seeing to the naked eye, everything is as usual.

　　 In the state of visual vision, Du Wei saw a paragraph of letters appear inside.

　　 "Is this really your real name?"

　　 Du Wei asked himself silently, wanting an answer.

　　 Then, he said, "From the conclusions drawn now, it seems to be..."

　　 It is clear that he has always wanted to verify this, but when the juncture is approaching, he wants to deny it.

　　 He can't figure out the real name of the devil.

　　 Therefore, instinctively I want to give a negative answer to let myself subtract a plan and choose the dream dream plan.

　　 Making choices is very difficult.

　　 But if you are driven to a dead end, there are few conditions to choose, but you can go on more steadily.

Snapped……

　　The three-layer temperature cover of the gold melting furnace was closed.

　　 The two children's faces formed by the fog in the state of spiritual vision were wrapped around him with malice, screaming and intimidating that only he could hear.

　　 They tried to scare Du Wei.

　　 "It makes no sense."

　　 Du Wei said coldly, took out the mask from the windbreaker and put it on his face.

　　 Next second.

　　 The sharp knife appeared strangely in the mist, and with a light stroke, the two ghosts completely collapsed, and the mist returned to the melting furnace.

　　 This so-called gold is itself a curse and a prisoner.

　　 It plays a dual role.

　　 When Du Wei saw the complete letter, he could feel that the curse on his body was extremely active.

　　 Even with that, Du Wei's vision has been affected a bit.

　　 Ghost...phantom vision.

　　 Some ferocious shadows resembling caterpillars were erratic before his eyes.

　　 "It looks like you have floaters."

　　 Du Wei showed a sarcastic smile and walked firmly into the house.

　　 At the rear, the gold melting furnace has not changed any more, only the remaining temperature is still reminding what has just happened.

　　……

　　 in the house.

　　'S breath also became very depressed.

　　 Antique clocks are hung on the wall, and the hands rotate faster than ever.

　　Annabel stayed still in the framed cabinet, as if she was dead. Only when Du Wei looked at it, it trembled undetectably.

　　 looked back on the antique clock.

　　 Du Wei was too lazy to take off his mask, just stood in front of it, and said calmly: "When I met that piano, you had a very strong reaction."

　　 "But when I got two golden bottles, you didn't fluctuate."

　　 "I sometimes suspect that you may have an independent will."

　　 "Sometimes I think this is illogical."

　　 "I can't mark you, is it because your master is not me?"

　　 "What do you want me to do, is it because you want to use me to accomplish your purpose?"

　　 "Freddy gave me inspiration."

　　 "I think you are alive..."

　　 There was no response, and the antique clocks remained the same.

　　 Du Wei didn't care, just looking at it, his eyes became calmer.

　　 "I used to think that the mask was an imitation of you, but what I experienced later made me feel wrong."

　　 "Paintings, gold bottles, and gold brooches, these three things belong to one category, while you and the mask belong to another category."

　　 "I have been in contact with people from the Vanity Cult. The other person told me that a long time ago, someone made an imitation of their mask, which is the two I got."

　　 "Regardless of whether you are an imitation or the original watch, I would like to know if the person who made the mask has something to do with you."

　　 "You first appeared in the 18th century. Is the person who made you and the person who made the mask the same person?"

　　 When it comes to this.

Du Wei took out the Joker card from his pocket, clamped it with both hands, and placed it in front of his eyes: "Temporarily treat you as a living. No matter what you want to do with me, or to accomplish some of your goals, when I solve After the curse, I will do everything possible to deal with you."

from the beginning till now.

　　 Antique clocks and black shadows are witnesses of Du Wei’s growth. If they have their own will, it is impossible not to know what this means.

　　 Since Du Wei dared to say this, he must have the confidence and ability to do it.

　　 is not empty talk...

　　 It's that he really intends to destroy the antique clock at all costs.

　　He is betting... betting that antique clocks will respond to him.

　　 But like a person talking to himself, the antique clocks did not reveal any useful information from beginning to end.

　　 Judging from all its performance, it does have a certain will.

　　 may even have a deep connection with Du Wei.

　　 Du Wei took a deep breath and made a wish to the clown card: "When I close my eyes, I will start dreaming. I will retain the dreamer's right. Until I solve the nun, this right will be completely lost."

　　 "And the realization of this wish will have a prerequisite, that is, I die in a dream."

　　 His voice was calm, and the expression in his eyes became extremely gloomy.

　　 Then Du Wei closed his eyes.

　　……

　　 Everyone dreams.

　　 Everyone is also the leader of dreams.

　　 Everything in the dream is to serve the leader.

　　 In the dream, the world revolves around oneself.

　　 I am the protagonist of the world.

　　……

　　 It seems a century has passed.

　　 seems to be just an instant.

　　 Du Wei slowly opened his eyes, and his blank gaze quickly recovered his calm.

　　 The lights are dim.

　　This is his home...

　　 As for time...

　　 Du Wei raised his head and glanced at the position of the antique clock. The hands seemed to have returned to what they should have been, pointing to the minute.

　　 "This is not what it is in reality."

　　 Du Wei shook his head, turned and walked to the door, and pushed the door open.

　　 It's gloomy outside, it's still late at night.

　　 "Is this my dream? It doesn't look any different from reality, it looks like it was deliberately fabricated."

　　 Du Wei laughed suddenly and touched the mask on his face.

　　 "But why does the shadow exist?"

　　 "I am dreaming, not entering my dream. My things should not be able to be brought in."

　　 "So, these are my dreams."

　　His voice is not the same as before, a bit hoarse, and even more emotions that disappear from him imperceptibly, which can only be imitated.

　　 "It's really interesting..."

　　 Du Wei shook his head, stretched out his right hand, and went directly into the evil spirit, and then he said coldly: "!"

　　 He wants to verify the real name of the devil in his dream~www.NovelMTL.com~ This is the safest one. If it succeeds, the curse will disappear. If it does not succeed, the matter will not be so serious.

　　 After all, "he" was going to die in a dream.

suddenly……

　　 After Du Wei's voice landed, the whole dream world suddenly became different.

　　 The dark clouds in the night sky collapsed, forming a hideous face.

　　 is the nun...

　　 According to the information that Du Wei has explored before, it has not yet turned into a demon, and it will take another week.

　　 But when Du Wei chanted that sentence, he suddenly felt that the nun suddenly became something wrong.

　　 It becomes very scary.

　　 And, I stared directly at myself.

　　 It may not be accurate to say that, after all, Du Wei himself is its goal.

　　 But in fact, it was just being watched.

　　 For example, the nun looked at Du Wei before, but it was not intuitive. It was like wearing dark glasses, only seeing Du Wei's outline and knowing Du Wei.

　　 But when Du Wei said his real name, he took off his glasses and saw everything Du Wei had.

　　 chanting the real name is equivalent to exposing what you have.

　　 Du Wei said clearly: "No wonder, someone tries to erase the letters on those things. This is a trap, a trap with absolute malice."