Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

in New York City.

The sky was overcast, it was morning, and it was about to dawn.

It rained continuously.

There are hardly any pedestrians on the streets.

Everything reveals an atmosphere of tranquility and silence.

At present, all the evil spirits in this city have all disappeared due to various reasons.

In a sense, New York is the safest city known.

Suddenly...

Above the sky, a bright white lightning flashed across the night sky.

It was bright daylight.

In the gloomy sky, the illusory outline of the horror house quietly emerged, and then disappeared without a trace in the next second.

No one saw it at all.

And at the entrance of an informal underground bar in the red light district.

Tom sat at the door with a dazed face, his eyes bloodshot.

Since being dragged to the red-light district by Father Tony the day before yesterday, he has spent the most difficult and painful time in his life.

Father Tony didn't know Tom's suffering. During the day, the two were busy with their own affairs. At night, they lingered in the red light district and had a good time.

Of course, only Father Tony was really high.

But Tom was suffering, he envied and hated.

I wanted to leave several times, but I couldn't find a suitable excuse.

You can't tell Father Tony, he can't do it, can you?

So it can only be boiled.

"**! When will such a day be so big! Good brother, come back quickly, I have resisted everything by myself, it is too difficult for me!"

Tom's voice was very distressed, and there were tears in his eyes.

"I knew that was the case. I'm bragging with that bastard Father Tony. I might as well comfort myself at home!"

"The crazy woman taught by Vader! You wait for me, I will make you pay the price..."

Tom wiped his tears, took a deep breath, and made a decision in his heart.

Then, he took out his mobile phone and called his superior: "Boss, I suspect that the cult members we imprisoned still have something to explain. I apply to be transferred to work in a women's prison!"

...

On the other side of New York City, the bus drags the reflection of Sigana as it speeds past.

The house of horrors has been in hot pursuit.

And in the bus.

Du Wei was still flipping coins for the ghost driver.

certainly.

He has now changed to a physical target, the previous evil spirit driver, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

After flipping a coin for half an hour, the chance of getting tails is only 10 percent.

It doesn't make sense at all.

Only by comparing can there be a difference.

Du Wei and Heiying combined, compared with the evil spirit driver in a suit, it was so dark.

He thought it was very abnormal.

But no reasonable explanation could be given.

Therefore, he had no choice but to give up the lucky ghost driver and switch to another target.

Fortunately, the new target did not have such good luck.

All the way to the bottom.

Toss it one or two more times, and it will probably be GG.

As for the extremely lucky evil spirit driver.

Du Wei has flagged it.

Maybe at some point, it can play a strange role.

At this time.

The coin has been tossed.

When it fell into the hands of the new evil spirit driver, it happened to be the opposite.

for a moment.

A very strange feeling emerged in Du Wei's heart.

He backed away sharply.

The evil spirit driver in front of him exuded a strange aura.

The bleakness was replaced by something strange.

The evil spirit driver was originally extremely pale, but now he was black from head to toe.

Um……

It's not just that Yintang has turned black...

Behind the head of the Ghost Driver.

The sickle was tightly attached to its neck, and the black mist spread down from the sickle, gradually enveloping it completely.

This scene looks like bad luck seems to be a kind of substance.

From concept to reality.

Then,

The scythe moved.

It was as if a pair of invisible big hands were pressing hard on the evil spirit driver's neck with a sickle, and they went straight through.

Immediately afterwards, the black mist disappeared.

Even the wrapped evil spirit driver disappeared without a trace.

The bus that was running suddenly slowed down as if it felt something.

Immediately afterwards, the dome lights went out.

A sight that was so terrifying that it would make one's soul tremble as long as it was touched was focused on Du Wei.

It's different from what he thought.

It seems that the bus is going to do something to him.

In the darkness, Du Wei's breathing was a little short, and the calmness in his eyes was even more ferocious. He put the mask on his face and was ready to shoot with a flintlock gun.

It can be next second.

Du Wei felt as if he had been beaten with a sap, and the scene in front of him became blurred and distorted.

Consciousness plunged into darkness.

Didi...

The dome lights come on again.

There were only twelve evil spirit drivers left in the carriage.

However, part of the reflection of the city quietly escaped from the control of the bus and also disappeared.

...

June 18th.

10 o'clock in the morning.

The rain has stopped in Jedekla state.

Moisture in the air is quickly evaporated by the scorching heat, making it even more dreary.

suddenly……

In a public toilet in this city.

Du Wei's figure appeared quietly.

He is tense, with a flintlock in one hand and a jester's card in the other.

This pose looks a little weird.

"I was kicked out again?"

His voice was a little hoarse.

It shouldn't be...

Du Wei put away the flintlock gun and the clown card, and he pushed open the toilet door in a daze, full of doubts in his heart.

Just at that time.

He could clearly feel that the bus was really planning to kill him, but why was he kicked out and came back alive...

Reality?

"Where is this place?"

Du Wei frowned and looked around: "The bathroom?"

He took out his phone and looked at it.

The battery is low, and GPS positioning shows that this is West Ghana, Jedekla State.

Inexplicable.

Du Wei's eyes were a little strange.

He probably knew what was going on.

The Ghost Driver is the anchor of the bus, stabilizing the urban reflection of Sigana City.

I killed an unlucky ghost driver myself, so there was a problem with the reflection of the city.

Anchors cannot hold targets.

Therefore, I followed the reflection of the city back to reality.

But that also doesn't make sense.

"There is a problem with the bus..."

Du Wei narrowed his eyes and walked out of the bathroom.

The weather outside was sunny, but it didn't take away the haze in his heart at all.

It's a headache.

He had an intuition that if he got on the car next time, he would probably die on it.

In other words, the bus I used to run has become a deadly trap. Although I don't know what it wants to do, I can never get on the bus again.

But the embarrassing thing is that Du Wei has now marked the bus, as well as the evil spirit driver.

Unless he doesn't use the marking ability in his life, he will definitely meet the bus next time.

Du Wei looked at his right hand, which stood motionless under the sun.

After a while, he said, "If this is the case, then the next time the mark is activated, it will be the time when I confront the evil spirit Du Wei."

"Although these troubles are on me now, they will become them when the time comes."

"It's not going to let the body die, so it's going to fight the bus and even the house of horrors that's chasing after it."