Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

June 1 at 1:20 pm.

Northbrook, Psychiatric Consultation Clinic Clinic.

Du Wei pushed open the door and walked in.

Everything in the house is as usual.

Antique clocks were hung on the wall, and the overlapped hands rotated regularly, making a mechanical clicking sound.

Annabelle remained motionless in the framing cabinet.

It's settled down a lot lately...

Only the black shadow remained the same as before, hiding in the shadows of invisible corners, staring at Du Wei.

It is very persistent.

But when Du Wei put the backpack on the sofa, opened the zipper and took out something wrapped in white cloth, and opened it to reveal a red balloon, the malicious eyes stopped immediately.

There is another evil spirit in the family.

Du Wei held the red lead wire with his left hand, and took out the clown card he got first with his right hand.

He walked directly to the antique clock face, and said lightly, "Actually, I really want to bet with you."

call……

Inexplicably, a gust of cold wind blows...

The black shadow in the corner hesitated for a moment, then slowly disappeared into the shadows and disappeared.

Annabelle in the framing cabinet turned her head slowly, and happened to meet Du Wei.

Only the antique clock, it is like a normal clock, without any response.

Du Wei glanced at the clown card.

The self in the tuxedo on the card looked very gloomy.

The bet doesn't stand.

But Du Wei was not surprised. He just wanted to test the antique clock. It was normal if there was no reaction. If there was a reaction, it could only mean that something happened.

But in this way, Du Wei felt much more at ease.

He stared strangely at the red balloon in his left hand.

In the state of spiritual vision, the whole balloon has an eerie feeling, red like blood, very dazzling, and people can't help but feel fear when they see it.

And inside the balloon, a hideous face of a clown can be seen faintly, but it is very dim, and it is difficult to spot if you don't pay attention.

Du Wei looked at it and said softly: "In this case, let's gamble. Whether you win or lose, you will get an antique clock. Besides, neither of us will increase any chips."

"It's nothing to lose for you."

However.

But Pennywise didn't respond. Without the nourishment of fear, it didn't even have the qualifications to gamble.

Immediately.

Du Wei frowned. Although he had thought of this a long time ago, he was still very disappointed when the game couldn't proceed.

"If you're of no use to me, then what's the point of me bringing you home?"

If it was simply to solve the evil spirit incident in Derry Town, it would be easier for Du Wei to kill Pennywise Clown on the spot.

Du Wei's eyes were slightly cold: "You are a bit tasteless to me..."

The red balloon trembled imperceptibly.

Ordinary people are afraid of such things as evil spirits.

The same is true for exorcists. No matter how determined their will is, they will still have emotions such as fear.

But Du Wei died of Pennywise.

This also makes things very troublesome.

He had to keep Pennywise.

But what Du Wei hates the most is trouble...

So, he went back to the sofa and took out the mask without facial features after sitting down.

There is a hint of coolness in the hand, and there is an evil spirit inside.

Du Wei put the mask on his face and held both clown cards in his hand at the same time.

Two clown cards, one representing the game.

One represents the idealistic wish, although the result will always be presented in a strange way, but in a sense, it is indeed very useful.

Of course, this ability definitely has an upper limit, and it is not free. Every time it is used, it is a deal with it, or an evil spirit.

"When I make a wish, Pennywise will make a gamble with me on the premise of willingness."

He is now wearing a new mask.

It is the evil spirit in the mask that bears the price of the wish, not himself.

next second.

Du Wei looked at the red balloon and said calmly, "Now, we can continue the game."

After finishing speaking, he stroked another clown card with his thumb and told the rules of the game.

"The chips are provided by me. Whether you win or lose, you will only get antique clocks."

"And the rule is to see who says the other person's name first."

When playing gambling with the evil spirits before, Du Wei would also play text traps, digging holes to deceive the evil spirits.

But in the face of Pennywise, he has been perfunctory to the extreme, and he doesn't even bother to lie.

suddenly.

An extremely evil gaze passed over Du Wei's body, and finally settled on Pennywise in the red balloon.

On the card, Du Wei in a tuxedo showed a weird smile.

The game is established.

Pennywise was already attached to the balloon, and it was extremely difficult to tremble for a while, and it was impossible to say Du Wei's name.

But Du Wei was not polite, he called Pennywise directly.

"Congratulations, you have won!"

With the voice landing.

The hands of the antique clock on the wall stopped.

The clown card in his hand became extremely cold, like an ice cube, and Du Wei subconsciously threw it away.

"Crack..."

"Crack..."

"Crack..."

The pointer was beating again and again, and the sound was regular but inexplicably creepy.

Du Wei suddenly turned his head and looked at the antique clock.

"this……"

His face immediately sank, and in the state of spiritual vision, the entire antique clock exuded a kind of horrific malice, rushing over like a tide.

This kind of malice is pure and outrageous, even stronger than the pressure that the nun met in Hill Mental Hospital put on Du Wei.

Annabelle in the framing cabinet turned her head away trembling, as if in fear...

Accompanied by this extremely oppressive atmosphere, it became stronger and stronger.

The speed of the pointer rotation is also getting faster and faster.

The whole house was plunged into darkness.

Ka Ka Ka...

The sound is getting louder.

boom……

The red balloon that Du Wei held in his left hand burst as if he couldn't bear the pressure!

The moment the red balloon burst.

The speed of the hands of the antique clock stopped immediately.

The light was restored inside the house.

As if nothing happened.

Du Wei slowly took off the mask on his face, his voice was cold and emotionless: "It seems that I have no way to get rid of you except death."

"You imprisoned the ring, and I was cursed because of that ring, and I wore it once."

"Can I understand that you are imprisoning me?"

"So what the hell are you? Even if you are not as scary as the source of the curse, you are at least as scary as the bus."

no respond……

But Du Wei knew that what he thought was right...

next to.

The fragments of the red balloon that exploded into pieces floated up, seeming to have life, piece by piece piece together, but the speed was very slow.