Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

When Hannibal opened his legs and walked into the counseling clinic, he suddenly felt a sense of mental pressure.

　　 There was a thick mist that couldn't be resolved before his eyes.

　　 His spiritual vision was completely obscured, and he couldn't see what was in front of him at all.

　　 Those cultists who just walked into the door were all gone.

　　 disappeared silently.

　　 is like walking into a world that does not exist in reality at all.

　　 "Mr. Du Wei, are you still there?"

　　Hannibal’s voice was a little strange, and his body stepped back. He had only walked two steps since entering the door, and he should have retreated by now.

　　 But no matter whether it is under the feet or in the back, I feel a burst of emptiness.

can not go out……

　　 Hannibal narrowed his eyes, but didn't care.

　　 "Mr. Du Wei, I know you want me to die here, but I have to say that you are so wrong."

　　 "Even you, the evil spirit, can't kill me all at once."

　　 "You have seen my ability with your own eyes, and I don't care about wasting a life here."

　　 "I have brought a lot of news, such as about you of the evil spirit, that you are about to come out of the mirror."

　　 "Aren't you worried?"

　　Hannibal's voice in every sentence is in the sense of conversation, as if the thick fog in front of him is Du Wei.

　　 He could feel that Du Wei was in this house, but he couldn't determine the other party's location.

　　 Those mists are not right, blocking his perception.

　　 Hannibal's face was a bit ugly. The reason he said so was actually to determine Du Wei's position.

　　 As long as he finds Du Wei, he will have the confidence to get rid of the current predicament.

　　 suddenly...

　　 Hannibal heard a strange sound.

　　Crack...crack...crack.

　　It's like a mechanical gear is trying to rotate, but it gets stuck for some reason...

　　Like an old-fashioned clock...

　　 Hannibal walked in the direction of the sound, and at the same time he took out the anesthesia gun from his pocket.

　　 According to the request of the evil spirit Du Wei, what he wanted was a living Du Wei, not a corpse.

　　Hannibal is happy to help his fellows accomplish their goals.

　　He took pleasure in it.

　　 soon...

　　 through the mist.

　　 Hannibal saw an old-fashioned clock hung on the wall.

　　 The surface of the clock is engraved with angels and some patterns that represent the sacred meaning.

　　 To the contrary, in the state of spiritual vision, Hannibal noticed that the source of the fog was precisely the antique clocks.

　　 The pointer was trembling at the 12 o'clock position and couldn't move forward.

　　The main thing is...

　　 In front of the antique clock, there is a vague figure.

　　 just turned his back to Hannibal.

　　 It looks exactly like Du Wei's figure.

　　 "I said, you can't kill me."

　　 Hannibal sneered and fired the anesthesia gun directly.

　　 The tail feathers of the anesthesia needle submerged in the figure, but it seemed to penetrate the phantom.

　　 Next second.

　　 The hand of the antique clock turned back a bit, Hannibal's body swelled like a balloon, slammed, and burst into blood...

　　 The vague figure became clearer and clearer.

　　 But if you look closely, you can find that the whole body looks exactly like Du Wei, but in fact it is formed by countless dense black threads gathered together.

　　 As the hands of the antique clock reversed, some of the black thread disappeared inexplicably.

　　 hung in the empty framed cabinet next to it, and a fuzzy outline of a doll appeared.

　　 Antique clocks seem to use an incomprehensible force to try to bring Annabel back to reality, which should have disappeared.

　　 And this kind of power seems to be related to time.

　　……

　　 is outside the house.

　　 In the darkness, a painful grunt suddenly sounded.

　　 Hannibal walked out of the shadows expressionlessly. Of the three shadows behind him, only two remained.

　　 "That clock... is not right."

　　 "That figure that looks like Du Wei is not right."

　　 "Its smell is exactly the same as Du Wei, so the smell I smell is actually it, not Du Wei."

　　 "So where is the real Du Wei?"

　　 Hannibal was puzzled.

　　 He can't understand the current situation at all, what happened before the psychological consultation clinic, even the most experienced hunter saw it, but he couldn't help but even couldn't find any useful information at all.

　　 Du Wei used the clown card to disappear inexplicably and enter a dream.

　　 Those items of his, but they are not in the dream, only the ability of marking can be used.

　　 How unreasonable it is.

　　 After Du Wei disappeared, the antique clock immediately fell into a frenzy, making the entire psychological counseling clinic also show a terrible face.

　　 When Du Wei was in this room, it was the safest place in New York.

　　 But when Du Wei is away, the most dangerous and terrifying thing is here.

　　 The information is intertwined, like a mess of threads, I can't figure it out at all.

　　 Hannibal wasted a chance to die, and the amount of information exchanged was pitiful.

　　 He only knew that the clinic was abnormal, the antique clocks were terrible, and there was a fake Du Wei inside.

　　 "Oh, this is a trap you prepared specially for me..."

　　 Hannibal whispered and walked to the door of the clinic.

　　 When the cultists saw him, they all showed strange gazes.

　　 "Mr. Hannibal, you weren't just..."

　　 "Shhh..."

　　 Hannibal made a boo gesture to them: "It's not important."

　　 While talking, Hannibal took out an envelope from his pocket.

After 　　 was opened, there was a blank sheet of paper inside.

　　 Next second.

　　 A line of text automatically appeared on the paper: [Five minutes ago, you entered the clinic, but you saw a very scary existence, so you died]

　　 [You got some information, but you can't find Du Wei, even if he is in the clinic]

　　 Hannibal glanced at the content of the letter, turned his head and ordered the others: "Prepare to set fire and burn this clinic."

　　 The envelope was taken by Hannibal from the Twilight Church.

　　 In the letter, there is an evil spirit.

　　 It is not powerful, but it can show what happened ten minutes ago and give useful information.

　　 The current situation is beyond Hannibal's control~www.NovelMTL.com~ Although he believes in his own mind, he will also refer to the words in the letter when there is insufficient information.

　　 If Du Wei is really in the clinic, as long as he sets fire, then he will definitely come out.

　　 Otherwise, you can only die in the fire.

　　 As for whether this would make the antique clock run out of control, Hannibal didn't care at all.

　　 He has the ability to die, and he is not a good person.

　　As long as the goal can be achieved, all means can be used.

　　 Hannibal whispered, "Things are getting more and more interesting."

　　……

　　 Ding Ding Ding...

　　 Fingertips hit the piano keys, and there was a lot of sweet music.

　　 "Du Wei" sitting in front of the piano, playing the sleeping song.

　　 Behind him, the shadow stood silently, never moving half a step away.

　　Annabel squatted and shivered in the corner of the dissection room. From its appearance to the present, it has been trapped in a certain kind of fear, and some black fine threads appeared on its body.

　　 Those parts with silk threads have become very fuzzy.

　　 But "Du Wei" didn't notice it at all. He played the piano intently and behaved strangely.

　　His clothes are also a bit bloated. Under the windbreaker, a red and green turtleneck sweater is faintly visible.

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