Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

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Still in a dream.

Freddy's consciousness was a little dazed, as if he had a long dream.

In the dream, it seemed that an ulterior deal had been reached with some terrifying devil.

And the devil hasn't told it the specifics of the deal.

He shook his head.

Freddy was still a little confused.

It looked at the dark place in front of it in a daze, trying hard to recall the specific content of the "dream", but it couldn't do it no matter what.

then.

A thought flashed in its mind: "Why do I have a similar feeling, as if I had a similar dream before..."

"Wait? Me? Who am I?"

Freddy murmured.

At this time, a voice that made it instinctively disgusted sounded: "Hey, have you lost your memory?"

"Oh that's great."

"I tell you, you're Freddy, and you're my slave."

Follow the direction of the sound.

Freddy saw the phone floating nearby.

all of a sudden.

Freddy shuddered and shook his head violently: "Ryan, you crazy, don't try to lie to me, I don't have amnesia, damn...dammit."

When I came back to my senses, it was just yelling.

Freddy pointed to the phone and said, "Fuck you, Ryan, you still want me to be your slave, dream about it!!"

over the phone.

Ryan said angrily: "Okay you...you dare to scold me, do you know that I, Ryan, is a baron conferred by Director Du Wei himself, how dare you talk to me like that?"

"You wait for me."

"Ha... bah..."

A mouthful of phlegm flew out of the phone, and it was precisely spit on Freddy's face.

Freddy collapsed on the spot.

"Lian, you lunatic, I have already made a deal with Du Devil, how can you still do this to me?"

"Although I can't remember the content of the transaction, I am now yours."

"We are in the same group, do you understand that we are in the same group?"

Ryan said suspiciously: "A group? Are we in a group?"

Freddy said: "Otherwise? I've already made a deal with Du Devil, so why not be with him? Don't you know what kind of character he is?"

Now, except for the content of the transaction, Freddy has remembered everything before.

It's not amnesia after all.

Then, Freddy begged again: "Lane, Father Ryan, I beg you, you see that I am of value to Du Devil now, you have a slightly better attitude towards me, don't The language insults me and spits on me, okay?"

But the words just finished.

Ryan's disdainful sneer sounded from the other end of the phone.

"Say it as if you have the right to refuse."

"Okay, don't fucking talk nonsense with me, I, Ryan, am a nobleman, and I have nothing in common with poor people like you."

"You have made a deal with the director now, so you are the director's slave."

"And I, Ryan, am a baron enshrined by the director, so you are roughly equivalent to my slave."

"That's called class oppression."

As he said that, Ryan said arrogantly again: "As long as you are still my slave, I will torture you all the time, otherwise how can I show my noble sense of superiority."

Freddy was stunned: "I'm such an idiot, how could I agree to make a deal with Du Devil, how could I try to reason with you, a psychopath."

"well……"

It let out a long sigh, bent its legs and knelt down on the ground in despair.

"Come on, torture me..."

"If you have the ability, you torture me to death..."

Now, it was Ryan's turn to be stunned.

He gasped, and said disgustedly: "You are really cheap..."

Freddy's eyes were red, and he said with tears: "It's not all forced by you... I really want to die, didn't I just kill a lot of people when I was an evil spirit? I know I was wrong... Why are you doing this to me?"

"I have nightmares about Freddie,

It's like living in hell on earth..."

...

The next day, in the afternoon.

The largest railway station in the north of Switzerland.

The sky was a little gloomy, and the dripping drizzle brought a hint of coolness.

Many passers-by either held umbrellas or wrapped their long clothes tightly, forming a long queue.

As the team gradually entered the station.

A man wearing a black priest's uniform put away the umbrella in his hand, and when he raised his head, he revealed a slightly pale and indifferent face.

"I hate rainy days."

Du Wei said something in a low voice, and then walked towards the interior of the station.

His current state is not very good.

After leaving the Ustengla Mountains, he forcibly assimilated the golden balance as the evil spirit Du Wei, and behind him represented Simonli, one of Solomon's seventy-two pillars of demon gods.

He didn't know much about these demon gods.

But the resistance has already begun.

However, Du Wei's current physical condition is really a bit poor.

The burden on the evil spirit Du Wei to use his body is too great.

His body lost a fifth of its blood.

Also, there are some skin traumas.

After leaving the Ustengla Mountains yesterday, Du Wei went to the nearest hospital for treatment.

Originally, he should cultivate for a while.

But instinct told him that his time was running out.

The threat of antique clocks made him feel like a needle stick on his back, and he couldn't stop at all.

Because once you start to stop, it is likely to wait for the official match, making the chance of winning even smaller.

I'm afraid it's hard to hold on...

...

Sit by the window of the train.

Du Wei looked out the window expressionlessly. He was the only one who chose the seat, so no one would disturb him.

While looking at it, I thought about it and said: pointers, masks, these patterns represent different demon gods, and I also got different abilities in the same way. "

"The golden balance should also have an ability."

"It's just that I can't use it now."

"Because I need to become stronger, or let the evil spirit Du Wei quickly recover to the peak period, but that will increase the burden on the body, and I will die faster."

"Maybe I should change my mind and find some helpers."

"The Vanity Sect is a good choice..."

"And Matthew, if I can pretend to be more like a Duke, maybe I can trick him and drag him to fight against those ghosts."

The worse the situation becomes.

The calmer Du Wei became, he knew all his shortcomings and how to make up for them.

"There is Moser in the Vanity Sect. As long as I meet him again in the form of the evil spirit Du Wei, I can turn him into my vest."

"It's equivalent to creating an undercover agent that perfectly belongs to me."

"As for Matthew, I need to have the status of a duke, or better understand the existence of this Victorian era."

Thinking of this, Du Wei pulled his clothes away, and there was a large white bandage wrapped inside, and coagulated blood spots could be seen faintly.

Take out a letter from the middle of the clothes.

Du Wei took it apart casually, and said, "The gate of hell, can it really give me the answer I want?"

A line of text emerged on it: [Yes, master, it will tell you whatever you want to know, but every door is different, and the way they give back to you is not the same. 】

[Besides, the gate of hell is extremely dangerous, are you sure you really want to go? 】