Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

It is still the door of that bar.

A few minutes after Lusha left.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew, rolling up a piece of discarded paper in the trash can.

Take a closer look.

That is the envelope.

At this moment, the envelope is extremely proud.

[My envelope is worthy of the owner's loyal lackey, I am afraid that I have one-tenth of the owner's wisdom, what **** brother Sombra, also worthy of my envelope? 】

[Hmph, I have found the fake shadow in my envelope, wait, as long as you dare to appear, I have to kill you. 】

Yes it is.

The envelope has found traces of fake black shadows.

In addition, it also played a mantis catching cicada and oriole.

The current target of the fake shadow is the girl named Lusha.

[The master never thought that I could find a fake black shadow in my envelope. Master, please wait and see, your most powerful confidant, I want you to look at my envelope with admiration today. 】

A gust of wind blows.

The envelope floated again, following the direction Lusha had left.

just.

Soon after it disappears.

In place, on the glass window at the entrance of the bar.

The sunlight passed through the clouds, and the refracted light shone on the glass window, actually reflecting the back of a man.

The man turned around.

The exposed face is indeed Du Wei's.

Indifferent eyes, dark temperament.

It is He Duwei.

And beside its mirror image, another black shadow stood beside it, seemingly not far away at all.

then.

It pointed to the leaving envelope.

The black shadow disappeared instantly.

Immediately afterwards, the image of Hei Duwei was also distorted and disappeared.

obviously.

Its purpose is not other people, but envelopes.

And the power it showed this time was also very strange.

It turned out to be shown in the mirror.

It seemed to be somewhat similar to the power of the evil spirit Du Wei.

...

In faraway Europe.

Matthew was hungry for another day and night.

He is now completely dirty, and he doesn't have the slightest demeanor of the leader of the Twilight Church before.

"Those **** chaebols let me join them."

"Also said that he would give me time to think about it."

"It's so ridiculous."

Matthew walked down the street, muttering to himself.

If it weren't for he didn't want to make things big and let the church know the news, he had killed people on the spot because of his character.

"My other body, I don't know where it is."

"I can feel his presence."

"But it seems to be cut off by some power, making it impossible for me to contact him."

"Damn... Damn..."

Matthew was angry.

But his strength is now seriously declining.

"Unexpectedly, I, Matthew, also have today."

"My wife, my daughter, what should I do to have the power to revive you."

Matthew's voice was sad.

The reason he had betrayed the church was because of the hidden danger of evil spirits, he lost control completely and killed his wife and daughter with his own hands.

Since then, Matthew betrayed the church and led the hunters to found the Evening Bell Church.

His original intention has never changed.

Change the status quo, change the **** fate.

At this moment.

suddenly……

Matthew's face changed slightly, and he reached out and took out the heavy black book from the pocket of his clothes.

"This thing..."

The black book exudes a strange atmosphere.

Automatically turn to the last page.

The information on that page was originally written before the birth of the duke.

But now, this page has also turned over.

On the new last page, the following text appeared.

[Power is never right or wrong, so good and evil cannot be defined]

[My failure is because of the cycle time and time again, which made me lose too much power, and in the cycle, the demon **** occupies my body, and I am lost again and again, struggling again and again...]

[My pain, no one knows. 】

[At this moment, I wrote this sentence on this black book. I know that one day in the future, I must kill the existence that invaded my real name. At that time, I will return to my time. 】

[All disappointments, all regrets, will usher in a perfect ending. 】

[But I know that my name will be forgotten, my deeds will be erased by time, no one remembers who I am, maybe only a few words of history will tell people that in the distant past, there is a Duke... …】

Written in 1542, heavy rain, failure day.

Matthew saw this.

Suspicious colors flashed in his eyes immediately.

"How is this going?"

"The previous page was clearly written before the birth of the Duke, and that tone was clearly a longer existence, not the Lord Duke as I knew it."

"But the new last page, but it's this kind of information."

"Could it be that I understood it wrong?"

"And the Duke, really had trouble in the past, he failed? His body was taken?"

"If that's the case, what's the matter with that man named Du Wei?"

"He is not the Lord Duke?"

Matthew clenched his fists.

He somewhat doubted the truth of the matter.

After all, he had never met Du Wei, and he didn't know if the Lord Duke was the one he thought.

In case what this book says is true.

That Du Wei was actually the reincarnation of the Demon God, occupying the body that should belong to the Lord Duke.

"He seems to be in New York."

"I have to go, at least I have to contact him in secret to determine his identity."

"If he really is not the Lord Duke, then maybe I can do something."

Matthew said so.

He made up his mind.

But how to get to New York is a hassle.

You know, the only valuable mobile phone on his body was also afraid to open it because he was bombarded with crazy phone calls by people who urged usury.

Once opened, the loan is collected.

"I am penniless now."

"Do you want me to grab the money?"

"That's really shameful."

Matthew squatted down on the edge of the street with a sullen face. He didn't expect that one day he would worry about money.

suddenly.

Ding……

There was a crisp sound of coins falling to the ground.

A pedestrian passed by, dropped a coin, and sighed: "It's so pitiful to be a beggar at such an age."

There are also beggars in the West.

However, they are more accustomed to calling themselves tramps.

Normal begging behavior is to bring talents, so it will appear that oneself is not getting something for nothing.

Obviously, Matthew was treated as a beggar.

"Fuk! I'm not a beggar."

Matthew couldn't help cursing in his heart, and immediately took the coin in his hand.

He looked at ~www.NovelMTL.com~ but found that he had been out of touch with the times for too long. He didn't know how much the coin was, one cent? Still one yuan?

...

the other side.

new York.

The envelope has arrived at the community college in Northbrook.

It hid in the dark and locked on the girl named Lusha.

This is a dormitory.

As soon as Lusha went back, she lay on the sofa and fell asleep.

When one of her roommates saw this, he pushed: "Hey, Lusha, did you hangover at the bar again? The post I shared with you yesterday, can you still open it? My computer doesn’t I know what's going on, I can't open the webpage anymore."

"The photos in that post are scary. I want to show them to my boyfriend."