Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

Calmness and reason are Du Wei's labels.

But now, someone was killing the evil spirit outside the door, which made him a little unhappy.

Why stay in the door and not go out.

Isn't it just to mark all the evil spirits imprisoned by Alvin Dauqua behind the door, and when they face the antique clock head-on, can they increase the odds of winning?

He has no so-called affection for any evil spirits.

certainly……

May be a little special for Sombra.

After all, Sombra works hard, is stubborn and persistent.

In his view, all the marked evil spirits are his subordinates.

But now someone actually killed his subordinates outside.

Thinking about it from another angle, this is destroying his plan and reducing his capital against antique clocks.

It is tantamount to letting him die.

therefore.

In this instant.

The feeling of oppression in the entire door directly made all the evil spirits tremble.

Those evil spirits who tore the envelope into pieces and watched the envelope come back to life just stood still.

The resurrected envelope was also extremely frightening.

On the paper, a line of text appeared impressively.

All the evil spirits were repelled, and there was darkness around, and in the center of this darkness, Du Wei's face was full of indifference, without the slightest human touch.

The breath is even colder, not like a living person.

The exposed skin showed a different kind of paleness.

Du Wei raised his head and looked up.

For a moment, all the evil spirits seemed to be drawn, and followed his gaze.

Coordinated and weird.

On his right hand, the pattern of the pointer rotated for a while in an undetectable range.

Immediately afterwards, the pointer pattern disappeared like a stone sinking into the lake.

In its place is a pattern of a mask.

Except for the hollows in the eye area, there are no facial features.

This is the appearance of the mask that existed in the evil spirit Du Wei in the earliest days, but later that mask turned into ashes.

Du Wei glanced at the envelope, his gaze was cold and gloomy.

He didn't answer because the question didn't make any sense at all.

Immediately afterwards.

He slowly moved his right hand, covering his right eye with the palm of his hand.

This eye was once sacrificed by the evil spirit Du Wei.

A different vision...

Then, outside the door, he saw an old man wearing a priest's uniform and a hood. The chill exuding from his body was more terrifying than that of a demon nun.

It is not a level of existence.

And next to it is Mercer Crocker wearing a mask.

The two were fighting in a way that ordinary people couldn't understand, but the old man obviously suppressed Mercer and had no ability to respond.

Because he can even be distracted, stretch out his hand and crush Alvin Daokui's body at will, no matter how strong the evil spirit that replaces him is, it seems to be easy for him to kill.

Terribly strong.

Moreover, the old man was still talking, he said: "Alvin Dawquay, you let me down so much, life is so painful and muddy, but you still insist on your inexplicable beliefs."

"Look at you now, your body is controlled by evil spirits, and the evil spirits you become after you die are easily crushed to death by me."

"Hunters like us shouldn't exist in this world, and the same goes for evil spirits."

"Why not join the Evening Bell?"

"You have abandoned goodness,

Beautiful, everything, the exchanged power is only a little bit, look at what you have left now? "

"A corpse, how ridiculous?"

Perhaps, he was not speaking to Alvin Dawquay, but expounding something inexplicable.

It's complicated...

Du Wei remained silent, because another evil spirit marked by himself left the door and was crushed to death by the old man.

He knew that this person should be Matthew.

The envelope on the side was going crazy at this moment.

Du Wei glanced at it, and said calmly: "I just want to see who is killing my subordinates outside, but I didn't expect that they were all acquaintances."

The envelope froze.

Du Wei said lightly: "This is not something you can participate in. I just want to try it too. How far is the gap between me and Matthew."

Du Wei agreed and said, "Although we can't beat them, if we just escape, the other evil spirits will still die in Matthew's hands. What's the point of doing this?"

Du Wei smiled sarcastically: "Escape with the corpse, but it's just my words, I can't do it, so I need to become an evil spirit."

He is a man with two numbers.

finished.

He moved his right hand, took out the mask from his pocket, and put it on his face.

The black eyes slowly closed.

When it was opened again, with the pupil as the center, the darkness spread little by little, gradually infecting the entire pair of eyes, like an abyss, when people see it, they have an urge to plunge into it.

"It's so noisy..."

...

The world outside the door.

On that road, Mercer was tortured terribly by Matthew, and he did not let go of Alvin Dawque's body.

As long as there are evil spirits appearing, they will be killed directly by him.

What he said just now, he did not simply say to Alvin, but also himself.

Matthew is a high-ranking hunter of the church. The reason why he rebelled against the church was that when he was on the verge of becoming an evil spirit, his humanity disappeared and he killed his wife and children.

Everything is sad for him.

But at this time, after Matthew casually crushed a marked evil spirit again, his expression suddenly became extremely exciting.

Extremely suppressed, extremely cold malice emerged from the corpse.

"It's just a boring struggle."

Matthew frowned. He ignored Mercer, who was about to be crippled, and instead focused on Alvin Dauqua's body.

Intuition told him that things were developing in an uncontrollable direction.

dangerous……

Moser, who was beside him, vomited blood and lay on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Sudden……

next second.

From the body of Alvin Dauqua, a large shadow spread like a tide.

There was a terrifying clicking sound from inside the corpse.

That's broken bones joining together.

Yay...the sound of the door opening.

The corpse of Alvin Dawque suddenly stopped, and reached out to touch its face.

An old voice came from his throat. It was clearly Alvin's voice, but with an indescribably weird tone, it made people feel like a casual aristocratic gentleman who suddenly discovered something interesting.

It said, "You are stronger than I thought."