Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

After Brand left.

In situ.

Du Wei withdrew his sight.

He turned his head and looked behind him, and the black shadow stood in front of him holding double knives.

Oh...

The door opened sounded.

Another unconscious Gascoigne fell directly to the ground.

He has a lot of injuries.

Most of them were caused by Duvy, Brand, Sombra, and the previous Ryan Hamel.

Hit a few.

Coupled with the bewilderment of the five senses, Du Wei pretended not to know, and increased his efforts.

Who can hold it?

"The reproduction ability of the golden balance should not be enough to replicate a real mask."

Du Wei touched the mask on his face and took it off.

Naturally, what he took away to Brand could not be the real Gascoyne, it was just a copy.

just.

Du Wei's play was done after the opponent was in a coma.

In other words.

That copy will never be found to be fake.

The purpose of this is simple.

Dig a hole for the vanity sect in advance, and the province really makes trouble for himself when he looks back.

Moreover, the creation of gods is extraordinary.

According to the style of the vanity sect, many people should die by that time, and this world may be on the verge of losing control.

Although Du Wei does not like this world.

But for the time being, I don't want it to collapse.

"At least, I have to wait for me to finish everything."

"Just what should I do with Gascoigne?"

"Although he is in a coma now, when he wakes up, I want to control him again, it will become very troublesome."

"You have to think of a way."

Du Wei didn't have any good feelings about Gascoyne.

and.

The contradiction between the two parties cannot be reconciled basically.

It is destined to end only with the death of one party.

So Du Wei thought for a while, took out his cell phone and dialed Kane's number.

The call was connected soon.

"Your Excellency, you finally gave me news. Have you joined the Vanity Cult now?"

It could be heard that Kane's tone on the other end of the phone was very cautious.

Du Wei whispered: "I have quit the vanity sect. I am now in New York. I need some holy nails. The more the better."

Kane on the other end of the phone asked doubtfully: "Your Excellency, you have quit the vanity sect? But didn't you just leave the church the day before yesterday? Has your purpose been fulfilled?"

Du Wei said lightly: "Yes, I didn't expect things to go so smoothly. You can announce it and say that I have resolved the misunderstanding with the church again."

Kane was stunned: "It's okay, but you joined the Vanity Cult for a day and then quit? It's too much shorter than I thought, so don't some people have any opinions?"

I didn't say that I was going to be an undercover agent in the Vanity Cult.

Moreover, Lord Faerun is also inside.

Kane has always believed that the Lord Duke will lurch for a long time in order to accomplish his purpose.

Unexpectedly.

Just one day?

Du Wei calmly said: "I am unilaterally announcing my withdrawal. Any comments have anything to do with me? If they want to come to me, then just come and find."

"Besides, they will soon discover the surprises I have prepared for them, and they won't have the energy to trouble me."

Not to mention that the demon in the thirteenth mask is gone, the vanity sect has to find suitable personnel and demon.

The copy of Gascoyne alone was enough to influence their plans.

Over the phone.

Kane said helplessly: "Good sir, since you have said so, then you must have your reason."

"It's just that many religious organizations know about you as the Duke now."

"Maybe it will cause you some trouble."

Du Wei frowned and said, "What's the trouble?"

Kane replied: "Some people think that your strength is no longer at its peak. They really want to catch you, study your secrets, and how to take the road to becoming a **** in armor."

"You must know that this is a desperate world. Once those people see the straw of hope, they will catch it even if they die."

Du Wei laughed: "If this is the case, then I am looking forward to it."

Just talking.

Suddenly, Du Wei's face changed slightly, the phone's voice became prickly, and the signal was affected.

Above the cloudy sky.

A thick lightning roared across the sky.

The surrounding area immediately became white.

The rain is getting worse.

Du Wei turned his head and looked behind him, but in the state of spiritual vision, he didn't see anything abnormal.

"No, it's below."

While speaking, he lowered his head.

Then I saw it.

Under my feet, under the muddy mud mixed with rainwater, in an indescribable way, I saw a city running underneath.

And in it, there was a bus driving towards him, followed by a suspended building surrounded by thick black fog.

Du Wei hung up the phone blankly and put the phone in his pocket.

"Is my luck really so bad?"

He is a little skeptical of life.

Du Wei did not dare to hesitate.

He directly took out the oil painting and entered it with the unconscious Gascoyne.

Everything returned to calm in the same place.

However, in the reflection of the city below, after the bus and the house of horror lost their targets, they did not launch another level of confrontation as before.

Instead, it seemed like an agreement was reached.

Two terrible weirdness dragged the reflection of the city abruptly, pulling it upward.

The torrential rain is getting bigger and bigger.

Since the suburbs of New York, the gloomy sky has become darker and darker, and the light has plummeted.

...

In the center of New York.

Some pedestrians are traveling with umbrellas.

On the road, there are all kinds of vehicles driving.

At this time ~www.NovelMTL.com~ Father Tom and Tony were driving in the car to go to Yad, and saw a high-level voodoo woman.

As a combination of the God of War in the red light district.

They have enough confidence and strength to face all this.

on the car.

Tom drove the car and smoked a cigarette and said, "Du Wei? But so, my good brother is awesome, but to be honest, I think he is a bit worse than me."

"He doesn't understand women at all."

"Look at our Red Light District God of War team, we two can take action and we can sleep the whole voodoo."

"Change to him, can he do him?"

Father Tony, who was sitting in the co-pilot and smoking a cigarette, was also very crying: "He is absolutely not good at it. We should take care of this kind of thing."

"It's just that my conscience is a bit troubled, I think we two are too scumbag?"

Tom said contemptuously: "You said as if we two were not scumbags before, please don't doubt, we are scumbags, but what does it matter?"

"Isn't the white prostitute unhappy?"

Father Tony said with shame: "It is indeed very happy, but my conscience is a bit troubled. After all, I am a priest. When can we stop doing it?"

Tom spit out a smoke ring: "When we can't do anything, we will naturally stop."

While talking, Tom also drove out of New York City and entered the highway leading to Yad.

And just left for two minutes.

In situ, the heavy rain is even bigger...

The whole of New York seemed to be covered in frosted glass, and the ghost phenomenon appeared faintly.