Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

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honestly.

Du Wei never thought that his luck would be so bad.

It is because he has too many enemies.

Or is this world too dangerous?

It's not that accidents happen everywhere, but that there are evil spirits, evil spirits, demon spirits, and weirdness that he has tricked.

It's almost like a demon.

"Is it my problem?"

In the oil painting, Du Wei looked at the scene outside with a gloomy face.

He's hiding in a painting now, and neither the bus nor the house of horrors can pin him down, but two horrific oddities must know he's in New York right now.

I just don't know that his position has never moved.

At this time, Du Wei's pocket suddenly exuded a gloomy and cold breath. When he turned his head to look, the envelope struggled to get out of it.

"what's wrong with you?"

The envelope hadn't come out since it entered the third sarcophagus inside the breaker, and it seemed to be in a strange state.

And now quietly awake.

This moment.

As soon as the envelope was drilled out, Du Wei saw countless pointer patterns all over the envelope.

Those patterns are twisted together and piled up, as if to herald something.

This scene has happened before.

That was the change that occurred after Du Wei came into contact with the stone tablet that recorded the pattern of the demon god, and asked the envelope to step forward on his behalf.

But that time, the envelope just couldn't reveal the information related to the Demon God.

In addition to normal communication.

But this time, it was very serious.

【…】

The envelope was suspended in front of Du Wei, and it kept shaking up and down, as if it wanted to convey some kind of message, but no matter what it did, it couldn't succeed.

There was a gloomy look in Du Wei's eyes.

"envelope?"

There is no precise response.

He asked again: "Does the three sarcophagi in the break remind you of something? You want to convey it to me now, right?"

The envelope was shaking wildly.

Du Wei's eyes became more dangerous: "Is it related to me? Or is it related to the demon god?"

It hesitated, bobbing up and down as if nodding.

"All of them?"

Du Wei was stunned: "Can you recover by yourself? Just like last time, you self-destructed and then resurrected again."

Those hidden deep information are what Du Wei has been longing for.

But the more he contacts now.

The more I know, the problem with myself is very big.

There is something that has been affecting me, maybe it is Lamer's Bell, or maybe it is something else.

Therefore, Du Wei's heart was always simmering with anger.

The more depressed he was, the angrier he became.

The more I hate it.

At this time, floating in front of him, the envelope densely covered with pointer patterns suddenly burst into flames.

It understood Du Wei's words.

When the ashes are scattered, it emerges from within.

A line of text suddenly appeared on the paper.

【Master, the three sarcophagi inside that sarcophagus somehow affected the envelope. The envelope reminds me of what happened last time. The stone tablet records that those demon gods with Solomon's seventy-two pillars...】

【They put...】

When the text appeared here, those weird symbols began to appear again and spread.

It seems that it is preventing the envelope from telling the truth.

[No, the envelope will forget those messages later, master, you must remember, one of the patterns on the stone tablet represents you... ah... you are going to die, you are going to die. 】

【Master, my envelope is your subordinate, the most loyal lackey! 】

After the last line of text surfaced, the entire envelope turned into fly ash again.

Wait for it to revive.

[Hey, what happened just now? Master, what's wrong with your eyes, is there something about the envelope that makes you dissatisfied recently? 】

Du Wei clenched his fists, he forced a smile and said, "No, you've done a good job recently, I'm very satisfied,

I just had a sudden urge to kill something. "

The envelope trembled with excitement.

[Brother Heiying, come out quickly, the time has come for you to do your best. 】

laugh……

A sharp knife pierced the envelope in an instant, and the black shadow tilted his head, staring at the envelope with bloodshot eyes, puzzled.

The envelope just noticed.

The black shadow was standing behind it all the time, and another sharp knife pierced Gascoigne's chest, firmly pinning him to the ground in a coma and bleeding too much.

[Brother Heiying, don't be like this, we are all the most loyal subordinates of the master, why should we divide our life and death? 】

Envelope's attitude suddenly flattered.

And, still chattering and braving words.

[Where's that idiot Brand just now? That 25-year-old boy is disgusting. I hate licking dogs the most, so I should kill him. 】

Du Wei said in a low tone: "He has already left. Now we are in the oil painting, and New York is outside, but the two monsters are dragging the reflection of the city, and they seem to want to make New York fall."

I don't know if it's because the envelope's kneeling and licking skills are too strong.

Or because its self-proclaimed image of Du Wei's most loyal running dog has really been finalized.

Du Wei would patiently tell it about the current situation.

This flatters the envelope.

【Master, what's wrong with you? How can you have such an attitude towards the envelope? It doesn't fit your identity as the villain. You should be ruthlessly exploiting the envelope! 】

[Wait, you can't be fake, right? 】

[My master is more ruthless than the evil capitalists, it is impossible to talk to me in a pleasant manner. 】

【Who the hell are you! 】

Seeing this, Du Wei immediately became expressionless.

"You're going to be Freddy soon."

As he spoke, he grabbed the envelope and tore it to pieces.

Then he didn't bother to look at the envelope anymore, but carefully observed the outside world. Now he didn't have time to think about why there was his own name on the stone tablet recording Solomon's seventy-two pillars of demon gods.

In fact, he didn't see it either.

Unless his real name also turned into some weird pattern.

Now he was concerned with what the bus and the horror house were trying to do, whether they were trying to trap themselves in New York and kill the whole city along with them.

Behind him, the torn envelopes came together.

[This familiar feeling, master, I was wrong, I shouldn't doubt you, you should do this, your punishment for the envelope is not punishment. 】

【That's all your teaching. 】

[If you understand the envelope, the envelope understands you best. 】

Du Wei frowned and reprimanded: "Shut up."

【Obey, my great master. 】

The envelope didn't dare to protrude any more words, it retreated in front of the shadow, to be precise, it aimed at the unconscious Gascoigne.

【Yo, isn't this the idiot who confessed to Minette in front of my evil spirit master? You're so arrogant, why don't you talk, why are you covered in blood...】

[Tsk... Licking a dog is really a terrible thing to die. 】

But at this time, Du Wei suddenly said in a cold voice: "Wait, it seems that their target is not me, but the three sarcophagi inside."