Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

In the hospital ward, the woman approached Du Wei, her face full of anxiety, "Exorcist sir, do you now believe what I've said?"

Du Wei knew that she was referring to her identity and the fact that everyone had been drawn into a dream.

On these two points.

Du Wei hadn't found any logical problems, of course, this was under the assumption that everything the woman said was true.

Marilyn Manson might have indeed unearthed her sister's head, causing the situation to escalate to this point.

And that head was very likely the head of the nun.

Based on this, then everything made sense.

Du Wei was someone tainted with the curse of the nun, and he was all too familiar with that nightmarish experience.

Previously, simply based on a memory produced by the dream, he could jump to reality, transforming into a nun.

So, stemming from the nun as a medium — that head.

After its abnormalities, influencing reality through dreams, with entering the mental asylum as the trigger, and nightfall as the beginning of everything, wasn't incomprehensible.

Even more so, by deducing from the timeline, the mental asylum was already problematic before he came into contact with curse inscribed with the letters val...

Because at that time, Marilyn Manson had just dug out her sister's head.

However, there was one point, if the head was her sister's, wouldn't that mean her sister was the cursed nun?

Or perhaps neither?

Du Wei had a headache...

Even he, without sufficient information, couldn't see into the buried past.

He sighed silently in his heart and decided not to ponder these questions anymore. Instead, he turned to the woman and said, "Your words do sound credible, and about being in a dream, it aligns with the conclusions I've drawn."

The woman breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you, Exorcist sir, for believing me in such a situation, I'm very moved."

Du Wei glanced at her and discreetly put his exorcist certification badge into his pocket, while also gripping his handgun. When he had previously dissected Ryan's body, he had not put the safety on...

Then, he calmly said, "You're welcome, I only believe in my own judgement. So, Mrs. Taylor, do you know how to leave the mental asylum?"

After all, being drawn into the dream of a malevolent entity wasn't something desirable.

Because it meant the so-called rules were meaningless, as they could change at any time along with the dreamscape.

Mrs. Taylor shook her head, "I do not know; there have been those who tried to leave the asylum and were never seen again."

Du Wei pondered for a moment and thought: To be pulled into Marilyn Manson's dream, the only requirement seemed to be entering the hospital, and the hospital seemed safe during the day, with dangers appearing only at night.

It seemed very much like the subconscious of the dream's master was in control.

So, he continued to ask, "What about during the day? Has anyone tried to leave during the day?"

Mrs. Taylor responded with a bitter smile, "Day or night, once you enter this mental asylum, you can never leave, everything will proceed according to her dream."

Du Wei frowned and asked, "Dream? You mentioned before, before the hospital became like this, she talked to you about her dream?"

Mrs. Taylor thought and said hoarsely, "Yes, actually her dreams were of similar incidents that took place in the past."

Du Wei thought for a moment and asked, "Tell me about it, it might help in finding a way out."

Mrs. Taylor continued, "Decades ago, an injured blonde exorcist was brought to the church, at that time medical conditions were poor, the only person with medical knowledge was Marilyn's sister, but unfortunately, the exorcist still died."n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"The one in charge of sorting out those artifacts was Marilyn's sister."

"And then, her mental state started to become a bit odd."

As she got to this point, Mrs. Taylor seemed a bit scared and moved a step closer to Du Wei.

He, however, appeared as if he hadn't noticed and asked puzzled, "The problem came from the artifacts?"

Mrs. Taylor replied, "Yes, those artifacts were chaotic, there were masks that were fused together, beautifully painted oil paintings... and so on and so forth... but what's most incomprehensible was, among them was an Inverse Cross Necklace that symbolized heresy."

"I remember it was early lessons, but Marilyn's sister didn't show up, and by noon, someone saw her climb to the top of the bell tower, she put a rope around her own neck and leapt from the top, ending her young life."

"On her neck, she was wearing that Inverse Cross necklace."

"That very night, someone saw her corpse wandering in the dark."

"And then, the nuns at the church began to kill themselves one after another."

"We informed the church and they quickly sent an Exorcist to deal with the matter."

"The Exorcism Ritual wasn't successful, but we finally captured her body and burned it."

"I remember very clearly that the sky was bright and clear that day, but when we burned the body, it suddenly turned dark, the wind blew fiercely, and the flames grew larger and larger."

"I saw her corpse grinning viciously at us in the flames."

Having said that, Mrs. Taylor took a deep breath, as if trying to shake off that terrifying feeling.

With her remaining left eye, she stared at Du Wei and hoarsely whispered, "In the end, a great fire engulfed the entire church, and the Exorcist along with the clergy perished in that fire."

Du Wei nodded and spoke to himself, "First the suicide by hanging of the sister, then the body wandering at night, and finally, the fire that consumed everything."

"Dreams stem from reality and now, it seems, these steps, in a certain sense, equate to a ritual."

He frowned slightly; if that was the case, then the appearance of the great fire would also mark the end of the ritual, and the sister would likely appear again.

And this time, the entire mental hospital had become the dreamscape.

Her existence within the dream was impossible to kill. Your journey continues at empire

Even more so, he suspected that by that time, everything would go beyond being just a dream, and could very likely become reality.

With that in mind, Du Wei puzzledly asked, "If her body has been burned, why is there still a head left?"

"That's not important, is it? Besides, you can't escape anyway…"

In an instant, Mrs. Taylor's face contorted viciously, and unknowingly, she had grabbed a sharp piece of glass and raised it high, thrusting it towards Du Wei's neck.

"Die! If you die, I can get out!"

Upon hearing this, Du Wei's calm eyes did not waver, and he quickly stepped back, ready for this.

He pulled out a pistol and pointed it directly at Mrs. Taylor's forehead.

"It appears you know the way out?"

Mrs. Taylor's face froze, then twisted several times, grinding her teeth viciously, "You're carrying a gun with you?"

Du Wei responded indifferently, "And why not?"

A reluctant Mrs. Taylor said, "You trickster, you never believed me from the beginning? You've been on guard against me all this time?"

Du Wei looked at her calmly and said coldly, "You were too excited when you found out I was an Exorcist. You should have been in a state of despair, because according to what you originally said, once you enter the dream, no one can escape."

"Moreover, I only believe what I see, hear, come across and encounter. You're a stranger; even if what you say is the truth, I'll only trust your words, not you."

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"I see, you remind me of a Doctor of Cannibalistic Ogre I used to know, who, like you, only believed in themselves."

Mrs. Taylor began to chuckle malevolently, accepting her fate as she retreated and curled up in a corner.

"But you can't leave the dream," she said, revealing one eye and speaking in a mocking tone, "Killing the newcomer allows for a chance to escape, but can you find someone newer than you?"

"Even if you can find someone, can you leave before the ritual is complete?"

Suddenly, with her last word, an indescribable terror filled the entire mental hospital.

A thunderous boom resounded with a crackling burst.

The whole view became intensely bright for a moment, as if it was daytime.

With an extremely grim expression, Du Wei turned his head to look outside the door.

Through the window, he saw a bolt of lightning strike the top of the bell tower.

Above it, a hunched figure, unrecognizable in face, leapt down from the top.

The so-called ritual, was complete…