Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

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It is raining heavily.

The rain came out of nowhere, and quickly wet the surrounding ground.

Du Wei looked up at the gloomy sky.

In a trance.

His eyes became a little ugly.

Suddenly it started to rain.

How much rain has it rained in New York...

seem.

After Du Wei started to come into contact with the evil spirits, it rained most of the time in his memory, either in New York or in other cities.

He even flew to Poland, a transnational place like Sigana.

The rain never stopped.

The main thing is.

"Why is it raining at this hour?"

Du Wei couldn't help saying it.

Brand on the side touched his mask consciously, and a dark will immediately gave feedback, which was the power of the demon spirit.

All the rain, though falling towards the two of them.

But when they approached, they were influenced by an invisible force and deliberately avoided the two of them.

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Brand said: "Your Excellency, you seem to hate rainy days?"

In his memory, in the city of London in the Victorian era, the inhuman act of wearing armor to become a god started with the rainstorm.

Du Wei looked at Brand and said in a complicated tone: "I don't hate rainy days, but I hate rainy days."

Brand couldn't understand it.

He could only shake his head, pointing forward and said, "The cemetery is just ahead, and I already feel that there is a terrifying existence inside that is changing."

"After solving it, we will leave immediately."

Du Wei nodded, and his pace quickened a lot.

However, he was a little uneasy.

Seriously, going out every time it rains is not a good thing.

Especially at Hill Psychiatric Hospital.

To know.

This is where the bus used to be.

"My luck shouldn't be that bad."

"The bus and the house of horrors are still fighting. It's impossible for it to come here. After all, although it has a grudge against me, it hasn't run into me for a long time."

...

It kept raining.

Soon, Du Wei and Brand walked in the heavy rain and came to the area of ​​the cemetery.

He looks to the past.

It was found that all the tombstones were broken as far as the line of sight was concerned.噺⒏⑴The full text of the text is the fastest んττρs:/м.χ八⑴zщ.còм/

And in the deepest place, on a certain tombstone, there is an obvious black stain that has been struck by lightning, and a large area is connected to the ground.

cut off from the middle.

The upper half fell to the ground, and the photo that was originally sealed in the gel could not be seen in its original appearance.

but……

An increasingly bleak sense of terror swept over everything around him.

Du Wei winked at Brand.

The latter will feel sorry immediately, and the whole person becomes more vigilant.

The more you go in.

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and,

The originally blocked funeral march actually infiltrated, and the mournful piano sound was directly poured into the ears of the two of them.

It's not that clear yet though.

But it has made Du Wei's emotions a little out of control.

He tried to stay calm.

Forcibly suppressing those damn broken pictures, the breath of the whole person became a little manic.

A mask worn on the face.

Even trembling slightly, the evil spirit Du Wei, who assimilated the demon god and fell into a deep sleep, seemed to be affected as well.

It's okay for Du Wei to be affected.

He can stay sane and has his own bottom line.

But the evil spirit Du Wei was different.

It is extremely rational, accompanied by cold blood, it does not bother to kill life, but when there is something that touches those restricted areas, it will really commit violence.

Brand next to him is fine.

He wasn't affected too much.

Because in terms of strength, he is a real top hunter, unlike Du Wei who relies on external forces. He seems to be strong, but in fact he doesn't have enough cards, so he has no sense of security at all.

Brand said coldly: "Your Excellency, have you seen that sarcophagus? I can feel that there is a terrifying existence inside, trying to get out of it."

"It may be from Enhamel, but I can feel the breath of a demon."

Du Wei said calmly: "Yes, I also felt it, so the mask should be with it. It seems to control the demon, or replace it?"

"Try it and you'll know," Brand said.

After all, he took a deep breath and took a step forward.

The mask on his face felt like a living thing, and it stuck tighter. It could even be said that the edge of the mask was directly submerged into the flesh.

It grows with his face.

In a trance.

Du Wei saw a human face behind Brand.

The man's face was distorted into a ball, and there was no difference in the facial features at all, but on the forehead, there was a vertical eye, no white, and the pupil was yellow...

As soon as the human face appeared, it disappeared strangely.

It was as if what Du Wei saw was just fantasy.

But actually.

Only Brand knew that under the mask, his face was exactly the same as the fantasy Du Wei saw.

The method used by the Vanity Sect to steal the power of the Demon God is very extreme and very weird.

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They combined power and mask.

In an unknown way, they became the carriers of the demon god's power.

The mask is a switch.

It has to be said that although hunters can't distinguish between good and evil, the way they gain power is so desperate.

The more you gain, the more you lose.

"get out."

Brand's voice was already a little distorted, and the words were almost spoken through gritted teeth.

He stomped.

Immediately, there was a bang.

The stone coffin was pulled up from the soil and flew out in the air, splashing muddy soil everywhere.

The rain poured down.

When the sarcophagus fell heavily to the ground, the rain had already crackled on it, washing away the soil.

But even more weird.

Even so, the entire sarcophagus did not fall apart, only a gap existed.

Brand didn't stop.

He stretched out his hands backwards, with the backs of his hands against the backs of his hands, and then as if he was holding something, he wanted to tear it apart.

But it didn't work out.

Inside the sarcophagus, the sound of crackling kept ringing.

Seems unable to withstand Brand's strength.

However, it was not broken or separated.

The two fell into a stalemate.

Seeing this, Du Wei's eyelids jumped wildly.

He felt a deep sense of unease, because everything that happened in front of him was different from what he expected.

"Wait a minute, Brand, something is wrong."

The voice just fell.

Brand stopped immediately, turned his head and asked, "Your Excellency, have you found anything?"

Du Wei was about to answer.

But a trace of disbelief flashed in Brand's eyes.

He seemed to have seen some terrifying scene, and couldn't help but blurted out, "You weren't killed by him?"