Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

"3..."

"2……"

"1……"

When the black shadow unscrewed the head of the last reflection.

Du Wei directly regained control of his body.

Those blood-red eyes seemed to be bleeding, but they became relatively clear in the blink of an eye.

Still bloodshot, but very calm.

During this process.

Hannibal never left, he lay dormant on the spot panting heavily like a lingering prey after being severely injured.

As you can see, there is more air intake and less air output.

Like really dying.

Seeing this, Du Wei said coldly: "Don't pretend, in the eyes of people like us, your disguise is useless."

The voice just fell.

Hannibal, who was looking like he was about to die just now, suddenly stood up. He was covered in blood and his face was very pale.

Even that iconic smile became a little forced.

"I'm not pretending, but I'm really dying."

Hannibal coughed a few times, and the blood dripped down his mouth on the ground, looking very embarrassed.

Du Wei sneered and said, "The hunter of the church also said the same thing to me, do you think I will believe you?"

Hannibal stared at Du Wei and said, "I don't think you will trust anyone, just like me, I only believe what I see, hear and see."

While speaking, he waved his hands, like a fanatical artist, depicting the things in his heart.

Du Wei squinted his eyes, and he noticed that there was no shadow behind Hannibal.

something is wrong...

Du Wei didn't go forward immediately, but started chatting with him: "I'm different from you, I will trust some people selectively."

Hannibal sneered: "Oh? Are you talking about the policeman named Tom, or your girlfriend, or the priest?"

In one sentence, it revealed his understanding of Du Wei.

And this also made Du Wei's killing intent much stronger.

But he didn't step forward, because he didn't think that Hannibal would be killed by himself so easily. This lunatic was much more terrifying than anyone he had met.

Seeing this, Hannibal continued, "We are the same kind of people. The reason why you believe them is because you have never been betrayed. When you realize that you are different from them, you will understand me."

Du Wei said lightly: "It seems that you have been betrayed?"

Hannibal smiled and said, "No, I won't give anyone the chance to betray me, and I won't let myself get into a dead end."

Du Wei asked with some interest: "So you still have cards?"

Hannibal didn't answer, but asked a question instead: "Do you know why the mirror ghost hasn't come out yet?"

Du Wei shook his head and said, "It's not important."

Calculating the time, Pennywise should have played a role, and sooner or later the mirror evil spirit will be forced out.

Hannibal laughed softly,

He staggered towards Du Wei, who was immediately wary of retreating.

"After being attacked, we will appear in the mirror. This is some kind of mechanism."

"But you were before me, so you should be attacked by something in the mirror, and I should be attacked by something outside the mirror."

"After we all enter the mirror, the outside world has no reference."

"So the mirror evil spirit is still here, and the reason why it didn't appear is because we are trapped in the shackles of thinking."

"As far as the eye can see, there are evil spirits."

When it comes to this.

Hannibal suddenly looked at Du Wei with a strange look: "My purpose is very simple, that is to turn you into my kind, but I don't have any chance outside, because I lack a side that can reflect your essence mirror."

"So, I declare, from now on, the game is over."

Say it.

Hannibal pointed to the top of his head.

Du Wei followed the trend and saw a shadow with only half of his body appearing at the top.

The top of the entire building is smooth and neat, looking like a mirror.

But suddenly, there was a clicking sound.

Cracks spread across the top.

following.

The same thing happened on the ground under my feet.

It was dark beneath the crack.

The top of the head and the ground are like some kind of living thing with its huge mouth open, like a hell like an abyss, once it falls, it cannot come out from the face.

Du Wei only felt a sense of weightlessness, and then the scene in front of him completely changed.

What he saw was pitch black, numb and empty, completely unable to describe what he saw in words.

ever-changing.

Everything you want to see can be found in sight.

But there is no way to describe it.

This visual and sensory conflict makes people want to vomit, and has the illusion that their spirits are collapsing.

It is very similar to the indescribable things recorded in Cthulhu literature.

But Du Wei forced himself to remain calm and completely locked his emotions.

Surroundings are still happening.

The scene in front of Du Wei also began to have ripples, just like Hannibal said, they have always been in the mirror, or in the body of the mirror evil spirit.

The sense of weightlessness is extremely strong.

Du Wei only felt that he was falling continuously, and the space seemed to be distorted.

In a daze, the scene in front of him completely changed.

A certain essence was exposed.

...

When everything stabilizes.

What Du Wei saw in front of his eyes was dazzling white.

He's sitting in a chair now, with a table in front of him, and Hannibal is sitting across from him, hands on the table, smiling.

All previous bloodstains were gone.

Everything, as if nothing happened.

On the side, there are many mirrors.

It seems that there is no difference from before, just one more table.

But every mirror exudes a cold atmosphere.

The mirror surface is pitch black, and a pair of eyes with only the whites of the eyes opened, empty and dead.

It is the real mirror ghost.

Every pair of eyes reflected the figures of Du Wei and Hannibal sitting in front of the table.

But both of them chose to ignore it as if they didn't see it.

Hannibal looked at Du Wei, smiled, and said gracefully: "In psychology, there is a very interesting test. When you look in the mirror, you in the mirror will appear similar to yourself in appearance. difference."

"It's an illusion brought on by the subconscious, because everyone adjusts their posture according to the mirror."

"By analogy, the beauty that people pursue is actually hiding their own ugly nature."

"Mr. Du Wei, you have always wanted the evil spirit of the mirror to come out. This is some kind of purpose plan of yours."

"But you are too arrogant, no plan is perfect."

"Now, you have no chance."

"As long as we look at the mirrors around us, we will be locked in the mirror within the mirror. At that time, you and I can basically be judged dead."

"But for me, this is the best time to tear off your disguise, take off your mask, and turn you into the same kind."

hear this.

Du Wei took off the mask on his face and chuckled lightly: "Do you really think so?"

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