Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

If Sombra could speak, it must hate Du Wei very much, and cursed at him.

But it doesn't.

After Du Wei put on the mask, the black shadow appeared in the mirror world unsuspecting.

Its essence is already a masked evil spirit.

When Du Wei put on the mask, those bloodshot eyes, even the outer shell, were also black shadows.

therefore.

Du Wei stared at the little girl sitting on the swing, which was equivalent to the black shadow staring at it.

The target appears.

Maliciousness immediately spread out from Du Wei's shell unscrupulously like a tide.

The black shadow stared at the little girl firmly, and his malice became more and more intense.

Du Wei felt the turbulent evil thoughts in his mind, and he suddenly had a bold idea.

If Sombra controls his own body, according to its killing mechanism, it may be able to use some new tricks.

Therefore, Du Wei simply handed over his body to the black shadow to control.

Anyway, he can regain his body at any time.

next second.

The black shadow seemed to be stunned for a moment, it lowered its head and looked at its hands, as if caught in some kind of doubt.

These hands are not its own.

The little girl who was swinging on the swing still had her back to the shadow.

The black shadow hesitated for a moment, and the maliciousness became violent and cold. It directly stretched out its hand and walked behind the little girl.

Then.

Both hands directly grabbed the opponent's mind.

Gently twist...

Click, the whole head was easily picked off by it.

There was no resistance at all, and the process was as easy as a dream.

Black Shadow was stunned.

It held that head up high.

Du Wei was also staring at that head from a third-person perspective.

The whole head is gray and decayed, and it seems to be completely dehydrated. The most important thing is that its expression is terrified, as if it saw something terrible before dying.

And on the swing, its headless torso is still sitting.

The swing rocked.

The scene became more and more strange.

Du Wei took a deep breath and directly regained control of his body.

The black shadow didn't even have time to react, and was squeezed out again, becoming a shell covering him.

"So what are you?"

Du Wei threw his head away casually, and looked around while wearing a mask.

A dead tree, a swing.

Then there is nothing.

suddenly……

Du Wei smiled, took out the mirror from before, and reflected the scene in front of him.

There is not much change from before, it is still a dead tree and a swing,

But in the state of spiritual vision, Du Wei saw the torso of the little girl reflected in the mirror.

"So you are outside the mirror..."

After Du Wei finished speaking, he turned and left.

No matter how evil this thing is, the black shadow has already screwed its head off, so the so-called inability to get out does not exist at all.

But this reminded Du Wei.

The little girl's body is actually outside the mirror, but if you take off its head in the mirror, even if it is outside, it will still die.

Moreover, it can't find itself at all.

This just verified Du Wei's idea of ​​killing Hannibal before.

But in this way, there seems to be an obvious bug.

A mirror that divides the world into two sides.

Du Wei entered the mirror from outside the mirror, so the original him in the mirror should not disappear.

In other words, there is a reflection of Du Wei outside the mirror.

Think about it.

Du Wei quickened his pace, and his intuition told him that what was outside the mirror was not just a simple reflection, it should be the evil spirit of the mirror.

...

outside the mirror.

Inside that store.

Hannibal has already reached the second floor.

In the middle of the second floor, there is a mirror as tall as a person.

There was no one around.

Hannibal took a deep breath, sniffing the air.

The name ogre brought him not only the fear of others, but also the perception of smell.

He is very familiar with the taste of people.

But at this moment, Hannibal didn't smell anyone's breath.

The smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more obvious. He walked to the mirror and looked at himself.

It looked like he was checking his gauges.

"In this deserted neighborhood, any mirror will become a medium for evil spirits, and this is the home of evil spirits."

"So, you are not Du Wei, but the mirror evil spirit."

Hannibal's tone was unhurried, elegant and gentlemanly, as if in his eyes, this was just a farce.

Sudden.

In the mirror taller than a person in front of him, a figure slowly walked over.

He was carrying a bag, his face full of indifference.

It's Du Wei.

When Hannibal saw this, the obscurity in his eyes became more intense, and he turned around directly.

for a moment.

"Du Wei" appeared behind him without knowing when.

Hannibal's face remained unchanged, but he said lightly: "It seems that although you came ten minutes earlier than me, your luck is not very good, so you should be in the mirror now, and the one in front of me is just a clumsy pretender."

He knew that this Du Wei was definitely not his own kind, but the mirror evil spirit.

But the mirror evil spirit like Du Wei's reflection showed a strange smile.

Not seeing any movement from it, it appeared in front of him at a speed that Hannibal couldn't even react to, with both hands firmly stuck around his neck.

Hannibal showed a bloodthirsty smile at it: "I have always hated dealing with evil spirits, because your taste is really, really bad."

At the same time as the voice fell to the ground.

The mirror evil spirit froze. It hurriedly let go of its hands and wanted to escape, but as soon as it stepped back, both arms broke from the shoulders inexplicably.

The same goes for the legs.

Next, the head...

If it weren't for the absence of blood, the whole scene would be very bloody and cruel.

Because that's dismemberment.

At this moment, the ogre revealed its cruel side under its elegant appearance.

He took a step forward.

The head of the mirror evil spirit suddenly showed a strange smile at him.

Immediately afterwards, those dismembered limbs, together with its torso, were all smashed into pieces, flying around like a mirror.

Hannibal reached over and pulled his peaked cap over the shards of the mirror.

Hunters have completely different abilities besides Evil Spirit Transformation, but they rarely have the kind of power that can directly affect reality.

In other words, they can't directly affect reality like evil spirits.

"Let me see, where did you go..."

Hannibal licked his lips, and his blue eyes gradually became bloodshot.

His mental state has actually been very unstable.

It's just because of his own achievements in psychology that he has always been in a controllable state.

But once he started to do it, he was a combination of brutality and reason.

No man or evil spirit can escape from him.

"It's not right."

Hannibal narrowed his eyes and turned his head to look in the mirror behind him.

in the mirror.

Du Wei stretched out his hand for the gun, looked at Hannibal blankly, and pulled the trigger directly.