Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

Chapter 393

The elongated ghost seems to be part of the house of horror.

It is like a mechanism, wandering in the house of horror.

But even if Du Wei knew this, it did not bring any improvement to the current situation.

He was still locked outside the door, deep in darkness.

The blood has been leaking out.

Backing is no longer possible.

Either open the door to face the evil spirit inside, or die outside the door.

Anyway, it seems to be dead.

This unsolvable death has forced him to have no choice.

Du Wei hasn't felt this way for a long time.

He looked at the darkness behind him coldly, and then took his backpack off when he turned around.

The door cannot be opened.

Flintlock alone may not be able to do it.

In this case, it might as well be simple and rude, set a fire, and burn the wax museum.

Where the light shines, darkness does not exist.

Fire is also light!

Unzipping the backpack, inside is a rolled up map and some odds and ends. The items that can be used to deal with evil spirits are all on Du Wei's body.

He stuffed the map into the trench coat, lit his backpack with a lighter and placed it at the door.

The flame was slowly burning, pulling Du Wei's shadow very long.

When the wax museum was made, the original owner of the house of horror did not adulterate, and the smell of wax was very strong.

In addition, this wax museum itself has an anomaly.

The flame burned bigger and bigger, igniting the entire door.

Du Wei knew that there might be a lot of evil spirits behind the door. They all stay inside and are unwilling to open the door. But if he burns the entire wax museum, can they continue to stay inside?

Only from under the gate of the wax museum to the second basement of the horror house can it be possible to survive.

Even if Du Wei's actions would make the situation more dangerous, he did not hesitate.

even.

In order to set the wax museum on fire, Du Wei took out the letter and pulled out the paper from it.

The envelope did not seem to realize the seriousness of the problem, and a line of text emerged automatically-[Great master, you were in an unprecedented crisis a few minutes ago, but your wisdom is impressive, you chose to light the wax figure But it doesn’t seem to be as fast as you think]

[It is recommended that you find some ignitor]

Du Wei's eyes were a little strange.

How did this letter know that I was going to use it as a ignitor?

Or does it want to commit suicide?

Du Wei shook his head and suppressed his thoughts, directly lit the paper, and threw it on the wooden window of the wax museum as a ignitor.

All of a sudden, the window was lit.

But this is not enough.

Du Wei looked at the envelope that was restored to its original condition, and then pulled out the letter again.

The letter was immediately filled with words-[Great master, you can’t do this, the envelope is your most loyal genus...]

Before the text was finished, Du Wei had already ignited it.

During this process, the darkness never came close to Du Wei, but surrounded it.

When the flame goes out, it will sweep through again.

The envelope became a ignitor.

Only the dark shadow covered Du Wei's body silently, but I don't know why, it seemed to be frightened, shaking uncontrollably, and even with the misty black mist, Du Wei's figure seemed a little hazy.

...

at this time.

The city of Western Ghana ushered in an unprecedented storm.

Thunder and lightning flashed densely in the sky.

The entire sky above the city was illuminated.

But every time the thunder and lightning flashed and the light disappeared, the darkness that followed became dense for several minutes.

In the center of the city, the door of that school also opened.

Hundreds of student evil spirits walked in the rain holding black umbrellas, unscrupulously exuding malice towards strangers.

The House of Horrors will turn this city into a dead city.

But the bus is still doing something in the reflection of the city.

The game between the two horror beings is silent, there is no such thing as grandeur, and even the victory or defeat cannot be seen.

Perhaps this battle will go on forever.

...

And in the house of horror.

The entire wax museum has been lit.

Feeling dry and hot.

The hot flame swallowed the water vapor in the air, and all darkness was illuminated, except for the invisible shadow corners.

The blood in Du Wei no longer penetrated outside.

I have to say that this is the only good sign.

But as long as the flame goes out.

He will fall into the same deadlock once again.

Du Wei was wearing a mask and calmly looked at the wax museum in the flames.

The flames shone on Sen Bai's mask, showing his teeth and claws.

In the state of spiritual vision, through the door, there are a pair of cold and gloomy eyes.

"almost."

After Du Wei finished speaking, he kicked the door.

boom……

The door collapsed, and the strange thing was that the interior of the wax museum was not affected by the flames in any way.

It is absolutely safe inside.

One by one the wax figures stood in it, leaning against the door silently, placing their eyes on Du Wei.

Those gloomy eyes were full of spitefulness.

One of the wax figures made Du Wei very familiar.

The wax figure is a man naked, with two poisonous snake tattoos on his body. Its eyes are also pitch black, which looks very strange.

The gloomy chill came out overwhelmingly.

Opening the door and closing the door seemed like a world away.

The burning wax museum was affected by this, and the flames gradually extinguished.

All the wax figures looked at Du Wei coldly, their eyes moving with Du Wei's movements.

The atmosphere was extremely suppressed.

With the disappearance of the fire, the darkness behind him swept in again.

Whispering sounds also sounded in Du Wei's ears.

His face was very pale.

The blood is penetrating outside.

But Du Wei was mentally prepared.

At this point, there is no way to go back, go forward or die.

Even if he rushed into the wax museum and confronted those horrible wax figures, it seemed like a dead end, he had no other choice.

He was about to rush in.

But we have to wait for a suitable opportunity.

Otherwise, if you rush in, you will die.

At the very least, I have to wait for myself to be completely enveloped by darkness, and bring the elongated ghost in.

Du Wei's thinking was very clear. He raised his flintlock and pointed it at the wax statues, and at the same time took out a coin with his left hand.

Both hands must be prepared.

Tens and a minute passed.

Du Wei only felt that more and more blood flowed away, and the whispering voice was getting closer and closer to him.

Just in the ear...

He turned his head abruptly, and saw that his body was entangled by those illusory tentacles, but he didn't feel any, and he wouldn't even be able to notice if he didn't realize that it was an elongated ghost.

In his eyes, the tall body of the lanky ghost has been bent downward, and his head without facial features and hair is close to his ear.

The whispering voice didn't look like a human voice anymore.

Here's the opportunity...

Du Wei flashed this thought silently, and the flintlock pointed behind him.

The moment he shot, he rushed into the wax museum.

However, because of excessive blood loss, his body appeared weak and weak, and almost fell.

However, Du Wei's consciousness was very clear. He gritted his teeth and rushed into the room. The darkness behind him was also irritated, boiling in.

For a while, the wax figures in the entire house cracked.

There was also a sharp noise in the darkness.

Du Wei has been stuck in the dark, running neither fast nor slow.

In the end, he came to the gate ~www.NovelMTL.com~ but the original gate had disappeared. Instead, it was a huge deep pit, dark and deep, and you couldn't see the head at a glance.

There are **** handprints on the edge of the pit.

The existence Du Wei saw at the entrance of the House of Horrors seemed to have climbed up from the second floor of the basement.

But now, he wants to jump off.

The wax museum is already in chaos.

Du Wei stood in front of the pit, his eyes extremely calm.

Then, he put away the flintlock, took the lighter and the envelope and jumped down.

In an instant, he was swallowed by the pit and disappeared into the darkness.

I went to work today. That's it for the third shift. The plot of this horror house and the bus is quite exciting, but it's almost over.

(End of this chapter)