Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

The interior of the bus was still dimly lit.

The female Evil Spirit, wrapped in bandages, walked directly to the second-to-last row, and at this moment, Du Wei noticed that its gaze lingered on the empty seat in the middle for a while.

The purpose was unclear...

It seemed as if it wanted to sit there.

But Du Wei knew that wasn't the case, because what it wanted to do now was to kill.

Then, the bandaged female Evil Spirit mechanically turned around, facing the twin sisters.

Merri was startled; she sat on the outside while her sister was seated by the window, so to her, this woman wrapped in bandages was extremely frightening.

Moreover, ever since she got on the bus, she couldn't shake off a feeling of dread.

Emily felt the same, her eyes full of wariness, holding her sister in her arms and even trying to shield her behind her body.

She intended to scold the other party, but before she could speak, the next scene left her voiceless.

The bandaged female had gently placed her hands on Merri's chin, one on each side, in an upward cradling gesture.

Merri was terrified, but what frightened her even more was that she found herself completely unable to control her own body, unable to move or speak.

A dead silence...

Then, Emily saw her sister's head being removed, and the neck area seemed like the smoothest mirror, faintly revealing the blood flowing within.

Even more so, she saw the bandaged woman hold Merri's head to her chest, then as if considering something, slowly placed it on her own head.

With a gentle push.

Merri's head was forcefully embedded into the female Evil Spirit's head, while the bandages wound around it, securing it in place.

The expression on that face also changed from horror to calm.

Emily was completely stupefied, her expression froze, her body rigid.

She wanted to scream, but she lost all control.

The bandaged Evil Spirit didn't stop there; it methodically, like dismantling blocks, took apart Merri's body and attached it to itself.

When all the steps were complete, it had completely transformed.

Except for some parts of its body wrapped in bandages, from the front, it looked just like Merri, only from the back you could see the swollen bandages wound around.

After doing all this, it set its gaze on Emily but didn't make a move. Instead, it sat where Merri had been sitting, quietly looking forward as if it were a passenger waiting to get off the bus.

Sitting in the last row, Du Wei witnessed everything that had happened.

His heart went cold.

Last time, the Evil Spirit killed Linda by dismembering her, unwrapping the bandages to reveal an empty body and wrapping the pieces around it.

But now, it was completely different.

It was as if, to it, Linda had been merely food, while Merri was a precious collectible.

Its behavior was more like that of a woman who had bought new clothes and was eager to try them on.

His gaze lingered for a moment on the remaining twin, indifferent.

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Then, he saw the bandaged Evil Spirit, wearing Merri's head, place its hand on Emily's hand.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

It looked as if the sisters were so close that they would always hold hands wherever they went.

But Emily was already scared senseless, her face lifeless, showing no reaction.

Throughout this process, Du Wei observed coldly from the sidelines.

The malice of the nun clung to him, never wavering for a moment, and his own situation was not good.

So, he began to silently contemplate, organizing his thoughts.

Now, the entire bus was at full capacity.

There were two empty seats, one between himself and the Umbrella Evil Spirit, and the other in the front right.

The death of one of the twin sisters served as a desperate warning.

Or rather, it made Du Wei aware of another rule outside of the bus seating etiquette.

Once the bus reached full capacity, new Evil Spirits boarding would choose to kill passengers who got on by mistake, but even if no seats were taken, new Evil Spirits would begin to kill when the number of "passengers" inside the bus saturated.

The Evil Spirit Du Wei, along with that invisible passenger, brought the number of passengers to a critical point—15.

Therefore, this time, when two Evil Spirits boarded, one took a seat, while the other began to kill.

...

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Inside the bell tower of the mental hospital.

James and his two companions stood before a brand new crucifix of the Lord.

"This must be it."

It was James who spoke; he gripped an old-fashioned camera, his gaze shifting away from the screen, his body couldn't stop trembling,

On the screen, he saw a head, blackened by flames and carbonized skin, stuffed into the crucifix, replacing its head.

Homier, furious behind him, said, "This is sacrilege..."

Harry's expression was also grim; although he wasn't trained as an Exorcist by the church from a young age, he grew up immersed in it, and felt a certain anger deep inside.

Thus, he said coldly, "James, have you noticed anything else unusual?"

James shook his head, "No, smash the statue, take out the head inside, and seal it in the box. Du Wei must need our help now."

Harry nodded, carefully pouring Holy Water over his hands, then grabbed a chair from beside him and smashed it towards the statue.

Boom...

The head of the statue broke off on cue and fell heavily to the floor.

The chair shattered as well, leaving only the chair leg firmly grasped by Harry.

After the dust settled,

Harry held the chair leg in one hand and the rope that could counter Evil Spirits in the other, stepping forward to examine.

He intended to scrape away the clay wrapping the head, because otherwise it wouldn't fit into the box.

Seeing this, James and Homier also got the box ready and surrounded the scene.

But as Harry uncovered the head from the clay of the statue, he was horrified to find—the carbonized head had opened its eyes.

Cold, malicious...

As Harry locked eyes with it, a severe throbbing pain instantly surged through his head, his vision turned into a blur of red, and he could hardly see anything.

...

11:48.

The bus slowly came to a stop.

Looking out through the bus window, Du Wei found the scene eerily familiar.

This was an old poverty-stricken area, with decrepit streets and only a few sparse houses roundabout, looking deserted.

Large puddles on the ground, and a man dressed in a proper black suit, wearing a white mask without features and a lapel pin made of gold, extravagantly and finely crafted on his chest, stood looking up at Du Wei while leaning on a cane.

Even in the rain, his posture was elegant.

Du Wei's gaze turned cold; wearing a mask himself, he instinctively felt an intense dislike for this familiar "passenger."