Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

"Self-cultivation for an exorcist ()"

"devil?"

Hearing what Freddy said, he shook his head, stroked the scalpel, and said in a low voice, "My name is Du Wei."

finished.

With a flick of the scalpel.

The devil nun who was trampled under her feet and was about to turn over had her head pierced through and was firmly nailed to the ground.

Then.

He walked out of the dissecting room expressionlessly and disappeared.

In situ.

Freddy collapsed on the ground trembling. He turned his head to look at the demon nun, and then at Du Wei who had disappeared, with a dazed and bewildered expression on his face.

There was an evil spirit inside that scalpel.

Freddy felt that the thing was scarier than himself.

But with just such a thing, how could it stop the demon nun?

"Could it be that you are really the reincarnation of a devil..."

"No, I can't stay here, I have to run..."

"Anyway, this dream has returned to him now, I should be able to run out, I... I want to stay away from him, I want to go to the east..."

Freddy secretly made up his mind, but he found that he was too scared to stand up.

The psychological shadow is really too big.

Although it is not a human being, it is not an evil spirit either...

In the end, Freddy could only grit his teeth and escape from the dissecting room in a crawling posture.

But just go out.

It just fell apart.

Because the outside is dark, there is no end in sight, as if there is no end.

Feelings of despair welled up in my heart.

Freddy crawled desperately into the darkness.

"Satan, please take him back to hell..."

...

the other side.

Suburbs of New York City.

It was about five o'clock in the morning.

It was raining heavily.

Looking around, everything was so hazy, and the line of sight was greatly affected.

A crack opened on the asphalt road on the ground, extending forward for a distance of about fifty meters.

Here are the ruins of the Hill Psychiatric Hospital after the earthquake.

The original bus and horror house have all disappeared, and they seem to be caught in a struggle again, and they don't know where they went.

Suddenly, in front of the ruins of the Hill Psychiatric Hospital, a ripple of rainwater distorted, as if it did not exist in reality.

A man in a windbreaker with an indifferent face came out.

It's just that at this moment, the man's state seems to be a little bit wrong.

He took a step forward, but paused again, and looked up to the sky.

In a radius of ten meters around, the dripping rain stopped, as if the pause button had been pressed.

A backpack appeared on him.

This seemed to make him feel uncomfortable, so he said, "I'm Du Wei?"

After finishing speaking, he frowned again: "I am the evil spirit Du Wei?"

He's in a bit of a weird state right now.

Can't tell who I am.

Du Wei's consciousness is basically the same as that of the evil spirit Du Wei, the difference is the difference in memory, and the way of dealing with things because of the difference in power.

But when they were swallowed by the demon nun and the sound of the antique clock appeared in the dissection room, an incomprehensible change occurred between the two.

It became an existence named "Duwei" with its own memory.

Tangled, chaotic.

He stretched out his right hand and took a look. The pattern on the back of his hand was a mask, and there was a pointer on the mask.

The mask is owned by the evil spirit Du Wei, and the pointer is owned by Du Wei.

For a moment, his eyes were a little dazed.

"I shouldn't be like this."

and.

In his mind, two thoughts also appeared.

One is rational and calm, and the other is elegant and ruthless.

hiss……

He gasped, pain flashed in his eyes, and a weak growl came out of his throat.

The rainwater that was frozen around fell down with a splash.

The windbreaker was wet.

He felt the icy chill, but he didn't care, because he was in an intense pain.

A splitting headache.

It's like it's about to explode.

He knew that the two thoughts in his mind originated from himself, not that Du Wei or the evil spirit Du Wei was trying to do something.

Because the current him is originally Du Wei who is a fusion of the two.

It's a bit inappropriate to say that it is a fusion.

To be precise, that's how it should be.

He himself is denying himself in this state, because he feels that this is not normal.

At this time.

A truck drove over, its headlights were bright and dazzling, and when it approached him, it stopped directly.

Then, the car door opened, and a middle-aged Caucasian driver with a strong figure and a beard poked his head out, and said in surprise, "Mr. Du Wei, is that you? Why are you here alone?"

The middle-aged driver remembered very clearly that it seemed to be the 25th of last month. When he was pulling goods through Yard City and Ethel Green City, he met the man in front of him.

At that time, the man was also carrying a bag.

And asked himself to send him to New York, willing to pay himself a reward, but later because of the unfavorable reason, he only sent him to the Ororan District, so he didn't have the nerve to ask for much money.

hear this.

Standing in the rain, "Du Wei" who was soaked by the rain suddenly stretched out his hand to the middle-aged driver.

The distance between the two is about three meters.

The middle-aged driver didn't know what it meant. He thought the man was asking for help, so he smiled and shouted: "Mr. Du Wei, remember to bring an umbrella when you go out in a rainstorm next time. You look like a drowned chicken."

"It's a good thing you met me, get in the car, I just happen to be delivering supplies to New York."

"But I won't charge you this time. After all, it's not far from the suburbs to the city."

Sudden……

When the hand was about to hold it, it suddenly stopped.

cannot……

can not be like this……

Du Wei let go of his hand, covered his head, let out a low growl in pain, then turned his head and ran away.

Strangely, it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The middle-aged driver was stunned on the spot, and then his face became extremely pale. In addition, it was raining around, and the sky was not bright.

A cold wind blows.

The middle-aged driver couldn't help shivering, wiped his eyes abruptly, and said in a trembling tone, "What's the matter? Am I dazzled?"

"Could it be a ghost..."

Thinking of that possibility, the middle-aged driver closed the car door in fright, stepped on the accelerator to start the car, and drove away in a hurry.

Not everyone knows that there are evil spirits in this world.

Not every city has such weird things.

But when something beyond cognition happens, and it happens to be similar to the performance in some film and television dramas, it is difficult for people not to associate with ghosts or evil spirits.

...

the other side.

Europe, the headquarters of Vaderism, in that valley.

A group of people wearing red clergy uniforms, who were different from the church, walked in.

They were all black and of the same color.

"Ahead is the headquarters of the Vader Cult. Those crazy women have been trying to study and create evil spirits. If we can get those materials, His Excellency the Pope will be very satisfied."

They are voodoo people.

A leading old man said in a deep voice: "Be careful, there should be no one else here except us. Maybe there are people from the Vader Cult who have not evacuated."

"That cult leader named Acaret is not easy to provoke, you must be cautious."

Others should claim to be.

But at this moment, someone raised his head and exclaimed, "Look, what is that?"

The leading old man looked up and saw a red balloon floating up strangely and gradually rising.

At the end of the balloon, the silk thread that was originally connected has been broken.

The old man's complexion suddenly became extremely ugly.

He is also a hunter.

But an inexplicable fear emerged in my heart, which I couldn't control myself.

"Go away, something is wrong with this thing."

Everyone turned their heads and was about to leave immediately, but the way they came was already blocked.

Behind them, there is a group of Vidarists with gray faces and dry skin, who look like corpses...

Maliciousness emerges like a tide...