Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

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[Carlos? That idiot looks like my envelope? How can it be! 】

[The kind of loyal twenty-five boys with a bad stomach in their stomachs are nothing like my envelope. 】

[Master, Envelope really knows this kind of person too well. 】

[His lick is not a real lick, but his umbrella. 】

[He even plagiarizes the envelope, you think, how despicable this kind of person is, without any bottom line, this kind of person...]

suddenly……

The envelope was stunned.

It is a bit suspicious of life, although it is not human.

But this Carlos...

Isn't that the **** talking about yourself?

It hurriedly changed its words to Du Wei: [Master, what the envelope just said was prejudice, and someone as bad as Carlos should shine under your command! 】

[Look, there is a good saying, the right arm, the envelope is the left arm. 】

[But now there is more Carlos. 】

[Isn't he the right arm? 】

[Congratulations to the host for one more general...]

Du Wei shook his head at it: "You don't understand what I mean. I mean, Carlos and you may have a very deep relationship. You have the same experience. Haven't you ever thought that he might be your predecessor?"

【what? How is this possible? No matter how wasteful the envelope is, the envelope is still an envelope. Why should I think he is my predecessor? 】

The envelope is very puzzled.

But Du Wei was stunned.

He licked his lips, and said in a somewhat complicated tone: "Go on."

The envelope replied: [Master, you have said more than once that non-human does not mean non-self. Envelope thinks that this sentence makes sense, so Envelope will always follow you and be loyal to you, even though Envelope is not a human being. 】

[The envelope does not consider what predecessor does not exist. You are the meaning of the existence of the envelope. The envelope only needs to follow you. If you let the envelope die, the envelope will die. If you let the envelope live, the envelope will live. 】

At this moment.

Even Du Wei's cold-blooded character couldn't help but change his attitude towards the envelope again.

With a twitch at the corner of his mouth, a smile appeared on his face.

But the smile was too bitter: "You licked your head."

[The envelope never licks the owner, and every sentence of the envelope comes from the heart. 】

Du Wei took a deep breath. He lowered his head and said in a cold tone: "Carlos has nothing to do with you. From now on, even if there are more evil spirits with me, no matter how many evil spirits are with me, you and the shadow will be in the same position. Nothing will change."

"This is my promise to you."

"But I can't promise you a bright future."

"You will live forever and be bound to me."

"If I fall into hell, then there must be you two by my side."

The envelope was moved.

[The future without a master is not the future of the envelope. As for the shadow, the envelope feels that you do not need to be so good to it. It is an idiot and it will not appreciate it. 】

[You still find a chance to kill it. 】

Du Wei shook his head slightly, put his hands in his pockets, and walked to the bottom of the prison.

The torches on the walls on both sides of the passage were burning.

But it stretched his shadow very long.

Du Wei moved forward alone, with the envelope floating around him.

Although it was dark in the front, there was a little spark flickering.

...

no one knows.

When Du Wei heard what he had said from the mouth of the envelope, how much impact did it bring to him.

Non-human does not mean non-self.

Du Wei may have been inhumane now.

On the contrary, he gradually became non-self.

The so-called timeline, the so-called cycle, the past, those messy things, made him gradually lose himself.

Who is who.

Who is me again?

From a philosophical point of view, this is an eternally debated topic.

"My name is Du Wei."

"I see, I know, I have come into contact with many kinds of my existence."

"I am in a different timeline, with a different identity."

"Anyone can be me, but I'm just Du Wei."

In the darkness, Du Wei's voice broke the silence.

He walked through a long passage.

The surrounding temperature is getting lower and lower.

He saw a deep ditch under the prison and saw the lights shining.

A deep ditch is about twenty meters long.

On one side was the door locked by the chain on the other side.

There is nothing on one side.

Du Wei was condescending.

Dark eyes, looking at everything in front of him indifferently.

He said: "I used to believe in cycles, because that was the conclusion I reached through analysis, but now I don't admit it. Whether Solomon's 72 Pillars Demon God is good, I still say something messy."

"I can feel that since I appeared in this world, there have been destiny arrangements everywhere."

"Everything can justify itself."

"That is fatalism."

"Why does the cycle I don't recognize have any meaning?"

"What is the significance of the time I am now?"

"No one gave me an answer, so I gave myself an answer."

When it comes to this.

Du Wei stretched out his hand and pointed to the door entangled in the chain: "My opponents, you are unknown to me. I don't know how many back players you have or how many hole cards you have."

"But me too."

"When night falls, when the so-called plan begins."

"The connection between the two doors will be opened~www.NovelMTL.com~ and I will die here. I will use my life to gamble with you."

"Don't you want to use me to convey strength to the past?"

"Then what if I die here?"

The more Du Wei said, the clearer his thinking.

It's not that he is crazy.

It was that he was pushed to the limit.

Reason and madness are a mirror.

Just like Du Wei and the evil spirit Du Wei.

He took a deep breath and said, "The evil spirit I have already jumped to another timeline. I no longer have any contact with it. This is your opportunity."

"Kill me, it won't exist."

"That ridiculous cycle will also be broken."

"Come on, we showdown with each other, I'm just a mortal, a person of flesh and blood, and you are conceptual existence."

"The scales of victory will only tilt toward you."

After speaking, Du Wei sat on the deep ditch like this, and he lit a cigarette for himself, smoking it while waiting for the night to come.

Puton, he didn't bother to see him again.

Now, he just wanted to calculate his own existence, whether it was a person like me in the past or Solomon's 72 Pillar Demon God.

When night fell, the two doors were opened.

Those who should be called out, those who shouldn't be called out, whoever comes will die.

It doesn't seem to be in line with Du Wei's cautious character.

But the premise is that he has a trump card.

This round has been laid out long before.

After entering the gate of **** for the first time, Du Wei had vague thoughts, but he never thought about it, or even did it.

Not thinking about it, so no one knows.

Of course, in the previous conversation between the envelope and him, his trump card had been pointed out.

...

The night sky is like a curtain in Wuyao Town.

The stars are shining tonight...