Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

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When Du Wei launched the joker card representing the gambling game.

The face of the counterfeit on the opposite side suddenly became very strange.

Conceptually, the counterfeit has become Du Wei.

The real Du Wei, but at this moment, became another existence, it may be Du Wei, or it may not be Du Wei.

Just as Du Wei said.

His opponents are not so-called counterfeit goods, but gold balances and antique clocks.

Everyone is not in the same rank at all.

The identities of the counterfeit and Du Wei were exchanged. In addition to this identity, the other party also got the attention of the evil spirits.

What is the marking ability?

Once activated, the marked evil spirits will ignore the space and distance, appear next to Du Wei, and launch an attack on him.

It is very convenient for suicide.

at this moment.

When the identities are exchanged.

Those evil spirits who have been pitted by Du Wei, overcast, and played with applause, all stare at the new "right master" with gloomy eyes.

The malice is not concealed.

Even the shadows are eager to try.

Among those evil spirits, there are only half of the evil spirits nailed to the body, and there are also the pure evil spirits like Annabel, countless.

All the evil spirits immediately pounced on the counterfeit.

On the contrary, the envelope is in fear: [Master, the envelope suddenly feels that it has established a connection with the counterfeit. It seems to make the envelope betray you. According to the rules of the deed, the envelope cannot resist it. 】

A line of text has just emerged.

The black shadow tilted his head, stabbed through the envelope, and fixed it to the ground.

[Thank you Brother Sombra. 】

Du Wei said indifferently: "Now the counterfeit is Du Wei. In a sense, it is indeed your new owner, but it doesn't matter, it will die soon."

That said.

Another line of text appeared on the envelope: [Master, you are so evil, you deserve to be...]

Du Wei ignored it and looked at the golden balance suspended in the middle.

At this time, one end of the balance is tilting toward you.

Inferring from the scenes seen in the death screen, he should have already won, and in an alternative way, he realized the warning given by the antique clock.

However, this certainly does not meet the purpose of antique clocks.

Because he could feel the kakaka... sound caused by the turning of the pointer in his mind, it became more and more rush, more and more violent.

It seems to be angry.

But Du Wei silently endured the pain from all over his body and mental torture.

He was expressionless, his whole person was extremely sane.

He knew how crazy what he was doing now.

Also know that the chance of success is not great.

But this is the first step to get rid of antique clocks, and I have to resist.

The balance is still tilting.

But the speed is much slower.

And the counterfeit that got Du Wei's identity was constantly blocking the attacks of hundreds of evil spirits.

But this is in vain.

What it gets is only the identity, not everything about Du Wei.

If it is, it can completely appear in the form of the evil spirit Du Wei, and then there may be a chance to win.

However, it cannot.

Even Du Wei thought it was too slow to die, so he raised the flintlock and made a shot.

With a boom...

The smoke from the flintlocks dissipated.

The bullet directly hit the opponent's abdomen.

"It's missed again..."

Du Wei said so, but he didn't feel a pity either.

Because of this shot, the opponent was immediately stopped, and the evil spirits seized the opportunity and tore it to pieces.

All the evil spirits twisted and struggled and entangled together.

It seems that they all want to tear up the "righteous master" alive, but there are too many evil spirits, and they are simply not enough.

The most important thing is.

Those who were brought into the door by the shadows, the weird existence of rotten bodies took the advantage in number.

They stretched out their rotten arms one after another, grabbed the body of "True Master", and dragged it into the shadows abruptly.

Suddenly...

Everything was restored to peace.

The evil spirits turned their heads and looked at Du Wei.

Malicious, but also hesitant...

They seem to be waiting for something.

And Du Wei was also waiting. He walked over to the golden balance and whispered: "Now, I am your copy. There is no better opportunity than this."

"I am Du Wei, I am also the evil spirit Du Wei, and I am also a Duke, and I can be anyone."

"Choose me and you will get more."

"As for Lamer's Bell, it..."

Halfway through the conversation, Du Wei's eyes changed slightly and his mouth opened. He bent down involuntarily and knelt on the ground, with one hand supporting the ground, blood dripping...

The picture seems to be still.

His pupils are expanding.

The envelope on the side collapsed.

[Master... Master, hold on to it...]

It wanted to fly to Du Wei's side, but was held by the shadow with a sharp knife, and could not move at all.

The end of the golden balance tilted towards Du Wei also stopped and was rising.

...

At this moment.

At home in New York.

The entire hall has been replaced by darkness.

Looking around, nothing is visible ~www.NovelMTL.com~Unknowable.

Only the sound of the clicking pointer turning quickly sounded.

The hands of the antique clocks kept spinning, and the whole clock was trembling, it seemed that there was going to be another earthquake in New York.

If you look closely, you will find that the pointer is turning backwards.

Forward rotation is the passing of time.

Reverse is the opposite.

At this time, a pale arm stretched out from the antique clock.

On the back of the hand, there is a very obvious pointer pattern, which is exactly the same as Du Wei's, but it is deeper, like a birthmark.

It has appeared twice, and now it is the third time.

If not, Annabel in the framed cabinet next to it has been marked to leave.

At this moment it should be hitting the cabinet door frantically.

Because Annabel is very afraid of this hand, even beyond the antique clock itself.

Next second.

As if feeling something, the hand leaned in a certain direction.

The fingers quivered.

Then, it presses directly on the hands of antique clocks.

Click...

The pointer stopped moving, but it was trembling constantly, trying to resume its rotation.

The pointer that should have been fragile cut through the skin of this hand, but the blood that permeated it was black and extremely sticky.

suddenly……

On the back of that hand, the pattern of the pointer disappeared, replaced by the pattern of a mask.

The darkness in the whole house seemed to come to life at this moment.

There was a different kind of breath in the darkness.

Then, it forcibly turned the pointer up, returning it to clockwise rotation.

And with the rotation of the pointer.

The mask pattern on the back of his hand gradually became dim.

What appeared again was a miniature balance.