Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

After Brand left.

In situ.

Du Wei looked away.

He turned his head to look behind him, and there was a black shadow standing in front of him holding two knives.

yay...

The door opened.

Another unconscious Gascoigne fell directly to the ground.

He has many injuries.

Most of them were caused by Du Wei, Brand, Sombra, and the former Ryan Hamel.

Several hit one.

Coupled with the fact that the five senses were confused, Du Wei pretended not to know and stepped up his efforts.

Who can bear it?

"The replication ability of the golden balance should not be enough to replicate the real mask."

Du Wei touched the mask on his face and took it off.

Naturally, the one taken away by Brand couldn't be the real Gascoigne, it was just a copy.

only.

Du Wei's move was done while the other party was in a coma.

That is.

That replica will never find out that he is a fake.

The purpose of doing this is simple.

Dig a hole for the Vanity Sect in advance, so as not to really trouble yourself later.

Besides, the creation of gods is extraordinary.

According to the style of the Vanity Sect, many people should die at that time, which may bring the world to the edge of losing control.

Although Du Wei doesn't like this world.

But don't want it to crash for now.

"At the very least, wait until I finish everything."

"It's just what do I do with Gascoigne?"

"Although he is now in a coma, when he wakes up, it will become very troublesome for me to control him."

"I have to think of a way."

Du Wei didn't like Gascoigne at all.

and.

The contradictions between the two sides are basically irreconcilable.

It is destined to end only with the death of one party.

So, after thinking for a while, Du Wei took out his mobile phone and called Kane.

The call was connected soon.

"Your Excellency, you finally gave me the news, have you joined the Vanity Sect now?"

It can be heard that Kane's tone on the other end of the phone is very cautious.

Du Wei whispered: "I have quit the Vanity Sect, and I am in New York now. I need some holy nails, the more the better."

Kane on the other end of the phone asked suspiciously: "Your Excellency, you quit the Vanity Sect? But didn't you just leave the church the day before yesterday? Has your purpose been accomplished?"

Du Wei said lightly: "Yes, I didn't expect things to go so smoothly. You can announce it, and say that I have cleared up the misunderstanding with the church again."

Kane was stunned: "Yes, yes, but you joined the Vanity Sect for one day and then quit? This is much, much shorter than I thought. Don't these people have any objections?"

Didn't you say you were going to be an undercover agent in the Vanity Sect?

Moreover, His Excellency Fei Lun is also inside.

Kane always believed that the duke would have to lurk for a long time in order to accomplish his purpose.

Unexpectedly.

Just one day?

Du Wei said calmly: "I unilaterally announced my withdrawal. I don't care if I have any opinions. If they want to come to me, they can come to me."

"Besides, they will soon find out the surprise I prepared for them, and they won't have the energy to trouble me."

Not to mention that the monster in the thirteenth mask is gone, the Vanity Sect still has to find suitable personnel and monsters.

The replica Gascoigne alone was enough to influence their plans.

over the phone.

Kane said helplessly: "Good sir, since you said that, there must be your reason."

"It's just that many religious organizations know about you being His Excellency the Duke."

"Maybe it will cause you some trouble."

Du Wei frowned and said, "What's the trouble?"

Kane replied: "Some people think that your strength is no longer at its peak. They really want to catch you, study your secrets, and how to go on the road to becoming a god in armor."

"You have to know that this is a hopeless world. Once those people see the straw of hope, they will hold on to it even if they die."

Du Wei laughed out loud: "If that's the case, then I'm looking forward to it."

is talking.

Suddenly, Du Wei's face changed slightly, the sound of the mobile phone became harsh, and the signal was affected.

Above the cloudy sky.

A thick lightning roared across the sky.

The surroundings immediately became a vast expanse of whiteness.

It rained harder.

Du Wei turned his head to look behind him, but in the state of spiritual vision, he didn't see anything abnormal.

"No, it's down there."

While speaking, he lowered his head.

Then see.

Under my feet, under the mud mixed with rainwater, I saw a city running below in an indescribable way.

And in it, there was a bus driving towards him, followed by a suspended building wrapped in black fog.

Du Wei hung up the phone expressionlessly, and put the phone in his pocket casually.

"Is my luck really that bad?"

He was a little skeptical about life.

Du Wei didn't dare to hesitate.

He directly took out the oil painting and entered it with the unconscious Gascoigne.

Everything returned to calm in situ.

However, in the reflection of the city below, after the bus and the horror house lost their targets, they did not start another level of confrontation as before.

On the contrary, it looks like an agreement has been reached.

Two terrifying monsters abruptly dragged the reflection of the city, pulling it upwards.

The torrential rain is getting bigger and bigger.

Beginning in the suburbs of New York, the overcast skies became darker and the light plummeted.

...

In the heart of New York.

Some pedestrians are walking with umbrellas.

There are all kinds of vehicles driving on the road.

at this time.

Tom and Father Tony were driving to Yard City to meet the high-ranking Voodoo women.

As the God of War combination in the red light district.

They have enough confidence and enough strength to face all this.

on the car.

Tom smoked a cigarette while driving the car and said, "Du Wei? But that's it. Although my good brother is very good, but to be honest, I think he is a little worse than me."

"He doesn't understand women at all."

"Look at our God of War team in the red light district. The two of us can sleep and serve the whole voodoo."

"Instead of him, can he do it?"

Father Tony, who was also smoking a cigarette in the co-pilot, was also very embarrassing: "He absolutely can't do it. We should do this kind of thing."

"It's just that my conscience is a bit difficult. I feel that the two of us are too scumbags?"

Tom said contemptuously: "You said it as if we were not scumbags before, please don't be confused, we are scumbags, but what does it matter?"

"Isn't prostitution happy?"

Father Tony said in shame: "I'm really happy, but my conscience is a bit difficult. After all, I am a priest. When can we stop doing it?"

Tom spit out a smoke ring: "When we can't do it, we will naturally stop."

Just as he was talking, Tom also drove away from New York City and entered the road leading to Yard City.

And just left for two minutes.

In situ, the torrential rain intensified...

The whole of New York seemed to be covered in frosted glass, and double images appeared faintly.