Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

　　 11:33 late at night.

　　 Psychological Counseling Clinic on the first floor.

　　 Du Wei sat on the sofa and looked up at the antique clocks and Annabelle hanging on the wall.

Surrounded by 　　 are bone meal, holy water, a lighter that can deal with evil spirits, and Andrew Dawquet’s silver cross dagger, and the white mask.

　　He has been in this position for a while.

　　 Early tomorrow morning, the exorcist sent by the church will be able to arrive.

　　According to Father Tony, they brought some special items collected by the church, which could be used to restrict the spread of nuns and even seal them again.

　　Of course, they will come to the counseling clinic first to solve Du Wei's troubles-the two evil spirits Du Wei only mentioned vaguely.

　　 But anyway, it's tomorrow.

　　 In other words, for Du Wei, his colleagues cannot help him for the time being.

Ok……

　　 This temporarily refers to the present.

Du Wei’s biggest trouble is the nun’s unsolvable curse. Every time he falls into a dream, he will come into contact with the nun. First of all, he cannot open his eyes. It is like a ghost pressing a bed. Only when I opened my eyes, and the nun's eyes facing each other for a while.

　　 Of course, after entering the third stage of Lingshi, after the right hand was successfully evil spirited, Du Wei had a slight chance to resist in his dream and was able to manipulate his right hand.

　　 But...

　　 Every time he dreams, Du Wei finds that the distance between himself and the nun is shortening rapidly.

　　 In the beginning, the nun was floating on her body, parallel to her body, about two to three meters in height.

　　 The second time, the distance was shortened by one third.

　　 And yesterday, I didn’t know why I was in direct contact. My right hand was touched by the nun, and I could clearly feel the horror of the sharp nails on the back of the hand.

　　 "This is weird."

　　 Du Wei stopped looking at the antique clocks and Annabelle hanging on the wall, and instead focused on his right hand.

　　 White and clean, with distinct knuckles.

　　 When it did not enter the evil spirit, this right hand was no different from before, it was a very normal hand.

　　 After entering the evil spirit, it seems to have become a corpse, losing all the feelings.

　　 But now, Du Wei is a little bit unable to understand. Yesterday in his dream, he also entered the evil spirited right hand, but he felt...

　　 It's like something changed.

　　Dreamland and reality seem to be gradually being confused...

　　 And tonight, as long as he enters a dream, he will definitely stick with the nun.

　　 In reality, Du Wei can still protect evil spirits through analysis and some exorcist items, and even counterattack.

　　 But in the dream, he didn't have any chance to resist, he couldn't even get rid of the dream.

　　 So, he was going all night.

　　 Of course, some people call this "Xiu Xian".

　　 And, Du Wei did not intend to go back to the bedroom. He planned to stay on the first floor. Although antique clocks and Annabel are also dangerous, they are not safer than nuns.

　　 The evil spirits who have made Du Wei very unhappy in the past, at this moment, seem to be extremely relieved.

　　 Even the ugly doll, Annabel, gave Du Wei an inexplicable intimacy.

　　 The nun is higher than the evil spirit and is a more dangerous existence. The next level is the evil spirit and other things.

　　 is Du Wei further down.

　　 At this time, I took out my phone and looked at the time, and it was 12 o'clock in three minutes, six hours before dawn.

　　 So Du Wei took out a lighter and lit a cigarette for himself.

　　 There is very little smoke...

　　 Suddenly, he stared at the exhaled smoke and laughed mockingly: "If I don't die in the hands of the evil spirit in the future, then maybe I will die of lung cancer."

　　 Actually, he doesn't like smoking, he smokes less when he is at home, but the pressure on him by the nuns is too great.

　　 It's like walking a tightrope at a height of 100 meters. If you are not careful, you will fall down, and your body will be broken.

　　 "Huh..."

　　 After smoking a cigarette, Du Wei glanced at the time again and found that it was already twelve o'clock.

　　 Then, he breathed a sigh of relief and lit another cigarette.

　　 Six hours is not short.

　　 But when the cigarette was finished again, Du Wei frowned.

　　 "There seems to be something wrong, I seem to have forgotten something?"

　　 He stood up abruptly and looked at the first floor of the counseling clinic.

Nothing unusual happened around 　　, the antique clocks were hung on the wall, and Annabel was quietly placed in the mounting cabinet.

　　 There was no shadow, no knock on the door, no flashing of lights, no TV jumping, and the tap in the bathroom on the second floor was not turned on. No sound of running water was heard.

　　 "It's not right."

　　 Du Wei glanced at the time again. It was 12:03.

According to the previous rules, the two evil spirits in the family will become active after 12 o'clock. Although the level of activity has been reduced a lot with the addition of antique clocks and Annabel, the abnormally depressive atmosphere can still be felt. .

　　 But today, they seemed to have made an appointment, and there was no movement at all.

　　 Even the mask that I just brought into my heart to consult the clinic at ~www.NovelMTL.com~ is quiet and scary.

　　 Ordinary and ordinary...

　　 Du Wei's eyes instantly became indifferent, and he entered the third stage of Lingshi directly.

　　 The next second, his face froze immediately, and his breathing stopped.

　　 The nun in the dream is sitting across from him.

　　 At this moment, Du Wei is standing in front of the sofa, and the nun is sitting in the position of the patient, as if the doctor is trying to explain something to the patient.

　　 "Is this a dream? Or is it reality?"

　　 Du Wei asked himself in his heart, he forced himself to calm down and stay sensible.

　　 Then, he faced the nun and his eyes met.

　　 In the past, nuns only existed in dreams. Du Wei could not see clearly, but now at such a close distance, he can see them all.

In Du Wei’s eyes, the nun wore a uniform similar to a priest, with her head covered by a coat and hat, and a reverse cross hung on her chest. Only a pair of gray wrinkled hands and sharp nails were exposed. Zhang lets people just look at it, and there is a trembling face from the heart.

　　 Its face is very strange, its skin is gray, like the face of a long-dead person, its facial features are out of proportion, its mouth is closed, showing a dark purple color, and its nose is like an eagle mouth, but it is very tall.

　　 The most intriguing thing is its eyes. The eye sockets are deep and concave, and it is almost impossible to see the eyelids. It looks like it has been burned by fire. It is black and scary, and its eyes are different from normal people.

　　 Its white eyes are dark yellow, and its pupils are like small black dots, cold and ruthless, full of strong malice.

　　 Du Wei took a deep breath, sweat oozing from his forehead, then he thought for a while, lit a cigarette for himself, and sat down.