Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

Push open the door of the church.

It is 12:08 in the middle of the night.

Du Wei did not wake up Tom and Father Tony who were in deep dreams.

He just wants to go home and take a good rest.

Full of exhaustion.

Although there are antique clocks at home, but to be honest.

After so long, he has long been used to it. Every time he comes back, he looks at the antique clocks and watches, and then sleeps listening to the regular and mechanical hands turning.

of course.

He is always wary of antique clocks.

The home is the safest, but also the most dangerous.

Sleep with the devil.

It is estimated that in this world, no one can be like Du Wei.

Take a deep breath.

A hint of coldness appeared on the tip of Du Wei's nose.

He disappeared for a week, and it is now July 7th.

It was fine during the day, but at night, the temperature difference began to increase.

At this time.

Du Wei frowned again: "One week..."

After speaking, he fumbled in his pocket and took out the phone.

The battery is dead.

He thought of something.

After disappearing for a week, Alex will definitely call himself. After all, in this world, except for her and Tom, and Father Tony, basically no one else cares about him.

"I have to think of a reasonable reason."

Du Wei said this, but he couldn't help but get a headache again.

He didn't know how to face Alex now.

She is the reincarnation of Minette.

According to the truth he knew behind the gates of hell, Minette had an inexhaustible affection for him in the past.

Even if Du Wei only cares about Alex.

But if one day in the future, Alex would suddenly restore the memories of her previous life, wouldn't it mean that she would know that she was in the past, holding her neck, and almost pinching her to death.

To know.

What he experienced before was repeating a certain period of time in the past.

Although Du Wei did not approve of this at all.

But his girlfriend is different...

"Perhaps I think too much, how can Alex remember the memories of previous lives?"

"Ryan can't even remember, there is no reason she can."

"Furthermore, even if she can remember it, what can she do? It was the evil spirit Du Wei who almost killed her. What does it have to do with me, Du Wei?"

Speaking of which.

Du Wei breathed a sigh of relief. He put the phone back in his pocket and walked towards the home.

The road ahead is long.

But there is a faint mist in the air.

He walked slowly until he arrived at a convenience store. After buying a pack of cigarettes, he smoked and walked on the road alone.

The dim street lamp next to him stretched his shadow very long.

Seems as lonely as him.

But soon, when his figure disappeared into the fog, even the shadow was invisible, only the street lamp was left.

...

On July 7, 1:20.

Du Wei came to the door of the house.

He had been walking for a long time, and the windbreaker he was wearing at this time was already wet by the fog.

Take out the key, insert it and turn it.

Oh...

Accompanied by the sour sound of the door opening.

Du Wei walked into the dark house.

He turned on the light switch in the living room.

all of a sudden.

The living room is illuminated.

On the wall, the antique clock is still hanging, it remains the same as when it left.

But Du Wei's face became ugly.

Because he saw that the living room was in a mess, many documents were turned into scraps, the furniture fell crookedly on the ground, and the sofa fell in half.

Not to mention the decorations such as the coffee table.

Du Wei raised his head and glanced at the chandelier on the ceiling. The lampshade was drooping on the bulb, and the exposed wires were pulled down by gravity.

"Is my house robbed?"

"Or, New York has an earthquake again?"

Du Wei looked at antique clocks with a weird look: "What did you do during the week I left?"

It is naturally impossible to enter a thief.

Even if a thief comes in, he will definitely die at home.

And the earthquake...

I did it with antique clocks before.

just.

It is impossible for antique clocks to respond to Du Wei.

Click...

Only the pointer is moving.

Du Wei was expressionless, he didn't say more.

Waiting for a while, as long as the evil spirit Du Wei can wake up again, he will have enough confidence to break his wrists with antique clocks.

It is not yet time.

Thought of this.

Du Wei didn't pay attention to it again, stepped on a mess, and returned to the bedroom on the second floor.

In the bedroom.

Du Wei took out everything on his body one by one.

Dice, coins, envelopes, masks, lighters...

And the oil painting.

"Before I only regarded oil paintings as objects related to curses, but now it seems that it can become my life-saving trump card. With it, I can hide in and escape through Freddy."

"There is also a dark shadow, now it has become my shadow, it will never be possible to get rid of me forever, and it is impossible to resist me."

"And it has become a demon. Now I, if I don't count as the evil spirit Du Wei, my strength should be about the same as that of a vanity sect."

"In addition to my many hole cards, encountering weirdness alone will not be without the ability to resist."

No matter when, only safety is the most important thing.

Although I haven't encountered weirdness yet.

But Du Wei is habitually prepared. He is now insecure by the horror house and the bus.

I always feel that the evil spirits in the world have enemies with him.

The most important thing is.

What Du Wei wants to do next is crazier than before.

He has already targeted Solomon's 72 Pillar Demon God, along with the church, voodoo, twilight church, and vanity sect.

"Perhaps starting with voodoo is a good starting point."

After speaking, Du Wei lay on the bed and began to rest.

He is so tired~www.NovelMTL.com~ even the envelope that has always been self-proclaimed as a running dog did not come out to bother him.

...

And the other side.

In the evening bell church.

The secret room of Matthew's room.

The kerosene lamp illuminates the surroundings.

Matthew sat on the desk, beside the pen related to the demon god.

Opposite him, the middle-aged white man who was chained to the cross had his eyes closed, as if he was dead, without any breath.

at this time.

Matthew opened an old book.

It's not very thick, but when you open it, the text on the first page is exactly.

[We are still unable to accept everything the Lord Duke has done. His name and his true appearance have long been taboo, but some people are still waiting for his recovery. 】

[In the distant future, maybe one day, he will appear in front of us in a way that no one can expect. 】

[But you know, he has long been inhumane, maybe the person who came back is just an empty shell. 】

[It's just that we are grateful for his contribution. He let us know that there are ways to steal the power of Solomon's 72 Pillars, even if it may be difficult to succeed. 】

When Matthew saw this, he sighed very complicatedly.

On the opposite side, the middle-aged white man opened his eyes and said indifferently: "So he came back."

Matthew said: "It's just that he is too weak now, worse than me."

The middle-aged white man said: "He is the forerunner, but so am I."

The dialogue between two people is not like you asking and me answering, but like talking to yourself, even the tone is exactly the same, the only difference is the difference in sensuality and color.

One is old and the other is young.

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