Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

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Still in a dream.

Freddy's consciousness was a little dazed, it felt as if it had had a long dream.

In the dream, it seemed to have reached an unspeakable deal with some terrifying devil.

And the devil didn't tell it the specific content of the transaction.

Shaking his head.

Freddy was still a little dazed.

It looked at the dark place in front of it in a muddle-headed manner, trying hard to recall the specific content of the "dream", but it couldn't do anything.

then.

A thought flashed in its mind: "How come I have a similar feeling, as if I had a similar dream before..."

"Wait? Me? Who am I?"

Freddy murmured.

At this time, a voice that made it instinctively disgusted sounded: "Hey, have you lost your memory?"

"Oh, that's great."

"I tell you, you are Freddy, and you are my slave."

Follow the direction of the sound.

Freddy saw the mobile phone floating nearby.

all of a sudden.

Freddy shuddered and shook his head sharply: "Ryan, you are crazy, don't try to lie to me, I don't have amnesia, shit... shit."

After all, it was just cursing.

Freddy pointed to the phone and said, "Go to you, Ryan, you still want me to be your slave. Dream about it!!"

Over the phone.

Ryan said angrily: "Okay, you...you dare to scold me, do you know that Ryan is the baron that Director Du Wei personally canonized, you dare to talk to me like this?"

"You wait for me."

"Ha...Bah..."

A mouthful of sputum flew directly out of the phone, spitting out precisely on Freddy's face.

Freddy collapsed on the spot.

"Ryan, you lunatic, I have made a deal with Devil Du, how can you treat me like this?"

"Although I can't remember the content of the transaction, I am yours now."

"We are in a group, do you understand that in a group?"

Ryan asked suspiciously, "A group? Are we a group?"

Freddy said: "Otherwise? I've made a deal with Du Devil, can I still be in the same group? Don't you know what his character is?"

Now, except for the content of the transaction, Freddy has all thoughts of the previous things.

After all, it is not amnesia.

Then, Freddy pleaded bitterly again: "Ryan, Father Ryan, I beg you, you see that I have a value to Devil Du now, so you treat me a little bit better, stop The language insults me, can I spit on me?"

But the words just finished.

Ryan's disdainful sneer rang on the other end of the phone.

"It's as if you are qualified to refuse."

"Okay, don't **** talk nonsense with Lao Tzu, I'm a nobleman, Ryan, and poor people like you have nothing in common."

"You have made a deal with the director now, so you are the director's slave."

"And I, Ryan, is a baron canonized by the director, so you are approximately my slave."

"This is called class oppression."

With that said, Ryan said arrogantly: "As long as you are still my slave, I will continue to torture you, otherwise how can I reflect the superiority of my nobles."

Freddy was dumbfounded: "I'm such a fool, how could I agree to make a deal with Devil Du, how could I try to reason with you in a crazy way."

"Ugh……"

It sighed long, and knelt on the ground with a bend of its legs.

"Come on, torture me..."

"You have the ability to torture me..."

Now, it was Ryan's turn to be shocked.

He took a breath and said disgustingly: "You are so cheap..."

Freddy said with red eyes and tears, "It's not all you forced...I really want to die, didn't I just kill a lot of people when I was an evil spirit? I know I was wrong... Why do you treat me this way."

"My nightmare evil spirit Freddy, I simply live in **** on earth..."

...

The next day, in the afternoon.

The largest railway station north of Switzerland.

The sky was a little gloomy, and the drizzle dropped, bringing a hint of coolness.

Many passing pedestrians lined up in long lines either holding umbrellas or wrapped in long clothes.

As the team gradually pitted.

A man in a black priest's uniform put away the umbrella in his hand, and when he raised his head, he revealed a slightly pale face with a cold expression.

"I hate rainy days."

Du Wei whispered a word, and then walked towards the inside of the station.

His current state is not very good.

After leaving the Ustengra Mountains, he forcibly assimilated the golden balance as the evil spirit Du Wei, and behind it was Simmonli, one of the seventy-two pillars of Solomon.

He didn't know much about the information related to the demons.

But the resistance has already begun.

It's just that Du Wei's current physical condition is really a bit poor.

The burden of the evil spirit Du Wei using his body is too great.

His body has lost one-fifth of his blood.

Also, there are some skin injuries.

After leaving the Ustengla Mountains yesterday, Du Wei went to the nearest hospital for treatment.

He should have cultivated for a while.

But his instinct told him that his time is running out.

The threat of antique clocks made him look like needles on his back, unable to stop at all.

Because once you start to stop, it is likely to wait for the official match to make the chance of winning even smaller.

Even if it is hard to hold...

...

Sit by the window of the train.

Du Wei looked out the window blankly~www.NovelMTL.com~ He was the only one in the position he chose, so no one would disturb him.

As I watched it, I thought about it and said: pointers, masks, these patterns all represent different demon gods, and the same I have gained different abilities. "

"The golden balance should also have an ability."

"It's just that I can't use it now."

"Because I need to become stronger, or let the evil spirit Du Wei quickly recover to his peak, but that will increase the burden on the body, and I will die faster."

"Perhaps I should change my mind and find some helpers."

"The Vanity Sect is a good choice..."

"And Matthew, if I can pretend to be more like a duke, maybe I can cheat him and drag him to fight those ghosts."

The worse the situation is.

Du Wei became calmer. He knew all his shortcomings and how to make up for it.

"There is Mercer in the Vanity Cult. As long as I meet him again in the form of the evil spirit Du Wei, I can turn him into my vest."

"It is equivalent to creating a perfect undercover agent that belongs to me."

"As for Matthew, I need to have the status of a duke, or to know more about this Victorian existence.

Thinking of this, Du Wei pulled his clothes apart, there was a large white bandage wrapped around it, and coagulated blood spots could be seen faintly.

Take out a letter from the middle of the clothes.

Du Wei took it apart and said: "The gate of hell, can it really give me the answer I want?"

A line of text emerged above: [Yes, master, it will tell you what you want to know, but every door is different, and the way they give you back is not the same. 】

[Moreover, behind the gate of **** is extremely dangerous, are you sure you really want to go? 】