Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

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The sound of footsteps grew clearer.

Du Wei lifted his head to glance at the sky, heavy with gloom, occasionally slashed by lightning.

The torrential rain drenched his face, which, due to the temperature, appeared much paler.

Under the state of Spirit Vision, he could distinctly feel the sense of oppression intensifying behind him, as the dead, malevolent gaze fixed unwaveringly on him.

"It's the nun..."

Du Wei silently said to himself and looked down at the lighter in his hand.

In the rain, the flame from the lighter was gradually shrinking.

At this rate, it would be completely extinguished in a few minutes.

Du Wei knew that the flame wasn't diminishing due to the rain, as it burned because of the presence of the nun.

The flame was shrinking merely because it was contending with the nun's power.

It was like a balance scale...

Except, this scale was tipping, and once the nun's power achieved an overwhelming victory, the lighter would essentially become entirely useless.

In fact, that the lighter given by Father Tony had lasted this long was already beyond Du Wei's expectations.

"Seems like, before getting on the bus, I shouldn't need to use anything else..."

Du Wei said to himself internally and quickened his pace.

At this moment, besides the mask, he had some Holy Water, a small amount of remaining Bone Powder, and the silver crucifix dagger knife from hunter Andrew Dowqui on him.

And... his entire Right Hand, transformed by the Evil Spirit.

Behind him, within a vast expanse of shadow, the nun closely followed, her eyes—deadly still and full of resentment—narrowing the distance to Du Wei.

It wouldn't be long before she could touch Du Wei... Find adventures on empire

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11:21 P.M.

There were 39 minutes left until midnight.

Outside the psychiatric hospital, his Subaru was parked by the entrance, along with the vehicles of James and the others.

Du Wei glanced at the bus stop on the curb.

In the downpour, the entire bus stop seemed shrouded in a veil of mist, appearing somewhat blurry.

And behind him, the entire front of the psychiatric hospital was already completely enveloped by shadow.

This was the influence of the nun's power.

From a distance, Du Wei looked like he was standing at the entrance, the shadows spreading out with each step he took.

His steps were also sluggish, as if there was a resistance of some sort.

If the perspective were to shift and one were to look from afar, at this moment Du Wei would be seen walking towards the bus stop, with a vast expanse of shadow behind him—within which stood the nun, half a head taller than him, her skin pallid as a corpse's and her face twisted in fierce malevolence.

One live person and one ghost, the distance between them only about one meter.

And in Du Wei's hand, the lighter's flame had been reduced to a dim speck, seemingly about to go out any second.

He furrowed his brows and lit a cigarette with the lighter, taking a deep drag.

Then, his gaze swept over the street.

Looking out, the road's surface was filled with darkness, and all he could hear was the crisp sound of raindrops hitting the ground.

At this time, no bus appeared.

Du Wei exhaled a puff of smoke, easing the oppressive feeling in his mind somewhat, maintaining a calm and rational state.

The lighter could only last long enough for him to walk out of the psychiatric hospital; beyond that, it wouldn't be of much use.

"Time to lure the bus over..."

He thought for a moment, tossed the cigarette he had only taken one puff from onto the ground, and silently pulled out the white mask, which now sported many cracks, from his backpack and put it directly on his face.

This mask was originally a medium for the Evil Spirit Du Wei's existence. When Du Wei reclaimed his body, this mask became an item similar to the lighter.

As long as he put on the mask, he would possess the identity of another Evil Spirit.

Of course, apart from that, Du Wei didn't possess the power of an Evil Spirit...

This, he had inferred.

Firstly, because he was human, and the mask could only be a medium for the Evil Spirit. It was impossible for a person to turn into an Evil Spirit before death.

Secondly, he thought about it in the mental hospital; Evil Spirit Du Wei hadn't completely perished but was stuck due to a mechanism, temporarily unable to appear.

And when Evil Spirit Du Wei would appear again, it was very likely that Du Wei would be dead, his body taken over again, while he himself would become the Evil Spirit lodged within the mask.

Without pondering any further, Du Wei put on the mask over his face.

In an instant, the entire impression he gave off changed completely.

It wasn't the kind of gentlemanly grace that Evil Spirit Du Wei exuded, but a profoundly eerie and hair-raising aura...

Just like the Evil Spirit Transformation of the Right Hand.

At this moment, Du Wei took on the identity of an Evil Spirit.

The distance between himself and the nun also grew much more considerable.

Suddenly, the deep, dark night sky forcefully brightened.

A bolt of lightning streaked across, illuminating the surroundings as if it were broad daylight.

In the pouring rain, Du Wei, wearing a white mask with only his eyes visible, seemed even more terrifying.

He walked steadily towards the bus stop, without the slightest hesitation.

And then, a roaring thunder followed...

In the distance, amidst the rain, two dim yellow lights gradually emerged.

They were the headlights of a bus...

Faintly, the outline of an old-fashioned bus started to become clear.

At the bus stop.

With an expressionless face, Du Wei took an umbrella from his backpack and opened it, looking like a passenger waiting for the bus in a rainstorm.

However, his clothes were soaked through, making the sight of him with an umbrella all the more sinister.

Next to Du Wei stood the nun, as still as a corpse...

Squeak...

The sound of brakes, and the bus came to a stop.

The bus was dimly lit inside, with only the front door opening, as if nobody was getting off.

Because of the angle, Du Wei couldn't see the passengers inside before boarding. He only glanced instinctively at the isolation window of the driver's seat.

The next second, his pupils sharply contracted.

The isolation window that he had smashed was now intact, and the skin of Andrew Dowqui that had been thrown on the ground had reverted to its original form, resembling a person...

Moreover, when Du Wei looked at it, it twisted its head around.

As their gazes met, Du Wei saw that it, which should've been just a piece of skin, now had an extra pair of eyes.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Cold and resentful, with blood vessels spreading and unmistakable malice...

"An Evil Spirit? What exactly is going on here? Why did Andrew Dowqui, who was supposed to be merely a piece of skin, undergo an aberration, or could it be that the bus is experiencing a phenomenon that I can't comprehend?"

Du Wei's gaze was icy. This bus was for Evil Spirits to ride, and any ordinary person who got on would fall into a death trap.

When an Evil Spirit got off, it would beckon aimlessly to ordinary people, who would then uncontrollably walk off. If this process was interrupted, it would become extremely dangerous.

Moreover, when the bus was full and there were no seats, the back door would open, and all the Evil Spirits would target the person without a seat, causing them to lose control and walk out the back.

Even if there were seats available, safety was not guaranteed, because if another Evil Spirit boarded, it would take its rightful place.

The person who previously occupied the seat would also meet their demise.

It could be said that within the rules, the Evil Spirits could make killing inescapable.

At that time, Du Wei found a loophole by taking the driver's seat, which was why he was able to escape disaster and get off the bus alive.

But now, Andrew Dowqui's skin had become an Evil Spirit, driving this bus as the driver, the only loophole had been fixed...