Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

?　　 "I should die."

　　 Du Wei stood on the street, surrounded by a cold, depressing and absurd atmosphere.

　　 Above his head, the nun's hideous face became bigger and bigger.

　　 means getting closer and closer to him.

　　 Before long, the nun will face him and kill him.

　　 After chanting his real name, the nun established a very close relationship with him.

　　 cannot refuse, cannot change.

　　 In other words, Du Wei has a dead end.

　　 The real name of the devil since ancient times is a half-true lie.

　　The more obsessed with his real name, the more he sees. Until the final real name is completely confirmed, its existence is also recognized.

　　 "In a sense, when I first encountered the curse and saw the letters, I was already caught in this trap."

　　 "All struggles and resistances are actually meaningless."

　　 "Death is absolute."

　　 "No wonder no one can survive the curse in the records of the church."

　　 Du Wei looked at the face of the nun approaching, and calmly stared at it, even if he was about to be killed, he didn't panic at all.

　　 is like the sentence Du Wei once said.

　　 Facing death, he should be given the peace he deserves.

　　 Next second.

　　 The ugly face of the nun leaned down from the sky, like a waterfall, and set off a huge storm.

　　 The rain is pouring down.

　　 Du Wei was wet all over, and his body could hardly be kept stable. He frowned, and had to sit on the ground, quietly watching the nun shoot himself.

　　 Then, he saw the nun opened the mouth of the blood basin, sharp and sharp like the teeth of a beast, and the black liquid dripped from the corners of its mouth.

　　 "I suddenly wanted to understand one thing."

　　 "This real name is actually given to you by me."

　　 Inexplicably, Du Wei touched the mask on his face and laughed in a low voice.

　　 He laughed presumptuously.

　　 was swallowed by the nun, the light disappeared, and the consciousness sank...

　　 Put simply, "He is dead".

　　 There were no waves in the whole process, and no measures of resistance, even the idea of ​​resistance.

　　 is a little too relaxed.

　　……

　　 At this moment.

　　 New York City outside the dreamland also began to rain heavily.

　　 The entire psychological counseling clinic looks very hazy in the rain. From a distance, the whole room is gloomy and dark, and only a vague outline can be seen.

　　 and in the living room.

　　The antique clock hanging on the wall suddenly stopped turning.

　　 Time stopped, and the hands never moved forward even a bit.

　　 An indescribable sense of depression permeated, and black mist and dense threads of fine thread emerged from the antique clocks.

　　 Look carefully, those silk threads fill the entire psychological counseling clinic, and all the corners are not let go.

　　The sofa, the computer, everything is passed through by the silk thread and become a part of it.

　　The same is true for the framed cabinet hanging next to the antique clocks, except that Annabel, who was locked in it, was not penetrated by the thread. It shivered and violently hit the door of the framed cabinet.

　　 can be completely useless.

　　 When Du Wei still had the Joker card representing the game, he bet on it.

　　As a loser, Annabel paid the price of being kept in the framed cabinet forever.

　　 In the absence of external force, it can't get out at all.

　　 But at this moment, the abnormal changes of antique clocks caused some trouble.

　　Those black fine silk threads have already covered the mounting cabinet and extended inward.

　　 It seemed to be looking for something, but it didn't find anything, so it became extremely violent.

　　 It wants to explore everything in the entire psychological counseling clinic.

　　 Once touched by those black threads, very weird things are very likely to happen.

　　 At the very least, Annabel’s performance can prove it. She was so frightened that she just wanted to escape.

　　 It is not logical.

　　 Before dreaming, Du Wei was supposed to be standing in front of the surface of the antique clock, but now he is nowhere to be seen in the entire living room.

　　 He disappeared.

　　……

the other side.

　　 On the highway from Sikelin City to New York City.

　　 A dozen black luxury cars are galloping.

　　Hannibal and others were sitting in the car, and the cultists marched towards their destination with excitement and enthusiasm.

　　 "We can get to New York City before dawn."

　　 "This time, we will never fail."

　　 "That man's body will become the medium through which God descends into the world."

　　 "Everyone will remember the name of God."

　　 The cultists trembled with excitement. They were divided into two teams. One team brought the mirror back to Europe, and the other team went to New York under the leadership of Hannibal.

　　 But Hannibal smiled more happily. He lowered his head slightly, and a strange strangeness flashed in his eyes.

　　 As a kind of evil spirit Du Wei.

　　 He looked forward to the moment of liberation.

　　 For this reason, he fabricated a lie, and the evil spirit Du Wei used it to make up all the loopholes in this lie.

　　 It made everyone hear its voice and see its power.

　　 Of course, "God" should be high above.

　　 Therefore, except Hannibal, everyone can only see its cold and calm eyes.

　　 No one dared to look at it.

　　 "With me, that body will definitely be yours."

　　 Hannibal said this in his heart, he was very confident.

　　 Vinda has always been at a disadvantage in the confrontation with Du Wei before, this is because of information asymmetry.

　　 Hannibal knew Du Wei too well. He knew Du Wei's many methods, and he also knew that he seemed to have the ability to control evil spirits.

　　 But Hannibal doesn't care about these.

　　Because he is the nemesis of evil spirits.

　　……

　　 This is a long night.

　　Vidas are rushing to New York, but Hannibal has a different purpose from them.

　　 The cultists are deceived by lies and want their **** "Evil Du Wei" to come to reality and jump out of the mirror.

　　 But Hannibal is playing with fire~www.NovelMTL.com~ He just wants one more of his kind in this world.

　　 He thought that would be fun.

　　 The evil spirit Du Wei felt so too.

　　 Therefore, there was a tingling scene in James's room at the headquarters of the Twilight Church in Switzerland.

　　 "Please, let me go."

　　 "Pain...torture..."

　　 "I'm going crazy, who are you?"

　　 "Answer me, what do you want me to do!"

　　 James knelt on the floor of the bathroom, his only hand propped on the ground, covered in cold sweat, his face pale as paper, without the slightest blood.

　　 On the floor, a small pool of sweat has condensed.

　　 There is a mirror hanging on the sink in front of him.

　　 The mirror reflects his embarrassment and pain at this time, but what is eye-catching is those eyes-cold, calm, without the slightest emotion.

　　 "Huh... these are not my eyes..."

　　 James looked at himself in the mirror, staring at those eyes, his expression was painful and hideous.

　　 He gritted his teeth and snarled: "Don't torture me anymore, tell me what you want me to do, and I will do it."

　　 As soon as night comes, he will be tortured and his spirit is on the verge of collapse.

　　 was in a dream at first, but now it has come to reality.

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