Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

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[Carlos? That idiot looks like my envelope? How can it be! 】

[The kind of loyal boy who is full of bad things in his stomach doesn't look a bit like my envelope. 】

【Master, Envelope really knows this kind of person too well. 】

【His lick is not a real lick, it's just his umbrella. 】

[He even plagiarized the envelope with his lines, think about it, how despicable and shameless this kind of person is, without any bottom line, this kind of person...]

Sudden……

The envelope froze.

It is a bit suspicious of human life, although it is not human.

But this Carlos...

Isn't this fucking talking about yourself?

It hurriedly changed its words to Du Wei: [Master, what the envelope just said is prejudice, a person like Carlos who is so bad that he should shine under your command! 】

[You see, there is a saying that goes well, the right arm is the right arm, and the envelope is the right arm. 】

[But now there is an extra Carlos. 】

[Isn't he the right arm? 】

[Congratulations to the master for having another general under his command...]

Du Wei shook his head at it: "You don't understand what I mean. I mean, Carlos and you may have a very deep relationship. You have the same experience. Haven't you ever thought that he may be your predecessor?"

【ah? How is this possible, no matter how useless the envelope is, the envelope is still an envelope, why do you think he is my predecessor? 】

The envelope was very puzzled.

But Du Wei was stunned.

He licked his lips and said in a complicated tone, "Go on."

Envelope replied: [Master, you have said more than once that not being a person does not mean not being me. Envelope thinks this sentence makes sense, so Envelope will always follow you and be loyal to you forever, although Envelope is not a person. 】

【The envelope does not consider what the previous life is or is not. You are the meaning of the existence of the envelope. The envelope only needs to follow you. If you let the envelope die, the envelope will die. If you let the envelope live, then the envelope will live. 】

This moment.

Even Du Wei's cold-blooded personality couldn't help but change his attitude towards the envelope again.

He pulled the corner of his mouth, and there was a smile on his face.

It's just that the smile was too bitter: "You licked your head."

[The envelope never licks the owner, every sentence on the envelope comes from the heart. 】

Du Wei took a deep breath, lowered his head, and said in a cold tone: "Carlos will have nothing to do with you. From now on, even if there are more demons following me, you and the black shadow will have no status." Nothing will change."

"This is my promise to you."

"But I can't promise you a bright future."

"You will live forever and ever, bound to me."

"If I fall into hell, then there must be you two by my side."

The envelope moved.

[The future without a master is not the future of the envelope. As for the black shadow, the envelope thinks that you don't need to be so nice to it. It is an idiot, and it won't appreciate it. 】

[You still have to find a chance to kill it. 】

Du Wei shook his head slightly, put his hands in his pockets, and walked to the bottom of the prison.

Torches were burning on the walls along the passage.

But it stretched his shadow very long.

Du Wei advanced alone, with the envelope suspended around him.

Although it was pitch black ahead, there were sparks flickering.

...

no one knows.

When Du Wei heard what he had said from the mouth of the envelope, how much impact did it have on him.

Not-human does not mean not-me.

The current Du Wei may already be inhuman.

But on the contrary, he is gradually not me.

The so-called timeline, the so-called cycle, his past, and those messy things made him gradually lose himself.

who is who.

Who is me again?

Philosophically speaking, this is a topic of perpetual debate.

"My name is Du Wei."

"I see, I know, I have come into contact with many kinds of my existence.

"

"I am in a different timeline, with a different identity."

"Anyone can be me, but I'm just Du Wei."

In the darkness, Du Wei's voice broke the silence.

He walked down the long passage.

The surrounding temperature is getting lower and lower.

He saw a deep ditch below the prison, and he saw lights flickering.

A deep ditch, about twenty meters long.

On one side stood a door locked with chains.

One side is empty.

Du Wei was condescending.

His dark eyes stared indifferently at everything in front of him.

He said: "I used to believe in circulation, because that was the conclusion I came to through analysis, but now I don't admit it, Solomon's seventy-two pillars of demon gods, or talk about messy things."

"I can feel that since I appeared in this world, there have been destiny arrangements everywhere."

"Everything justifies itself."

"That's fatalism."

"I don't recognize the cycle, why should it have meaning?"

"What's the point of the era I live in now?"

"Nobody gave me an answer, so I gave myself one."

When it comes to this.

Du Wei stretched out his hand and pointed to the chained door: "My opponents, you are unknown to me. I don't know how many backhands you have, and I don't know how many hole cards you have."

"But so do I."

"When night falls, when the so-called plan begins."

"The connection between the two doors will be opened, and I will die here. I will use my life to gamble with you."

"Don't you want to use me to send power to the past?"

"What if I die here?"

The more Du Wei said, the clearer his thinking became.

It's not that he's crazy.

Rather, he was pushed to the limit.

Reason and madness are a mirror.

Just like Du Wei and the evil spirit Du Wei.

He took a deep breath and said, "I, the evil spirit, have already jumped to another timeline. I no longer have any connection with it. This is your chance."

"Kill me, and it won't exist."

"That ridiculous cycle will also be broken."

"Come on, let's show each other, I'm just a mortal, a person of flesh and blood, and you are conceptual existences."

"The balance of victory will only tilt towards you."

After speaking, Du Wei just sat on the deep ditch like this, he lit a cigarette for himself, and while smoking, he waited for the night to fall.

Puton, he is too lazy to see him anymore.

Now, he just wants to plot against his own existence, whether it's the me-like people in the past, or Solomon's seventy-two pillars of demon gods.

When night fell, the two doors were opened.

Those who should be summoned and those who should not be summoned, whoever comes will die.

It seems that it does not fit Du Wei's cautious character.

But the premise is that he has a trump card.

This bureau has been laid out long ago.

After entering the gate of hell for the first time, Du Wei had a vague idea, but he never thought about it, or even did it.

Don't think about it, so no one knows.

Of course, in a previous conversation between the envelope and him, he once pointed out his trump card.

...

In Wuyao Town, the night sky is like a curtain.

The stars are shining tonight...