Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

For Matthew, he never thought that such an outrageous thing would happen to him.

Unexpectedly, Mu Zhong's bankruptcy had something to do with Ryan.

He only knew that Ryan was not that simple, and he didn't even suspect that the previous curses that vomited and diarrhea were all caused by Ryan.

After all, preconceived notions run too deep.

Even if someone told Matthew that Ryan's ability is to make wishes come true, he would probably think that the other party is a lunatic.

Therefore, he couldn't guess that it was the thief who stole the money from the Muzhong Church and borrowed money from outside. The bank alone owed seven or eight billion.

God...

He has lived for two hundred years, and he has never been tricked so badly.

"Is it my problem?"

Matthew was walking in ragged clothes on the deserted street. He is now in Europe. It was midnight, and there were no one around on the street.

His strength plummeted, making his body feel the long-lost hunger.

"The people who made the idea of ​​Mu Zhong must be my enemies. Maybe it was a joint decision made by many people, and the transfer of assets must be done by internal people."

"There must be an inner ghost."

Matthew felt that if there were no ghosts, he would not be in such a miserable state.

But there was nothing he could do.

Walking to an unmanned vending machine, Matthew looked at the bulk food in the vending machine, with a flash of desire in his eyes.

"I need to eat."

Hunger is not good.

But in the next second, he shook his head again, turned around and walked away, whispering: "I have lived for two hundred years anyway, even if I starved to death, I would not be shameless enough to steal food."

"I can still fight, my strength is still there, even in the entire West, I am still a top hunter."

"Maybe I should contact some chaebol families, maybe they are willing to help me repay the loan, if my face is big enough.

"

Matthew's hesitant eyes were gradually replaced by firmness, and he walked into the darkness, and his figure quickly disappeared.

...

the other side.

New York, the villa district in the city center.

It's already late at night here, and the temperature has continued to drop recently, so the night looks extraordinarily cold.

Du Wei stood at the door of the villa with calm and indifferent eyes.

certainly……

He had already taken off his sunglasses, and those bloodshot eyes gave him the perspective of a black shadow.

Under the quiet moonlight, his shadow was drawn very long, and part of it merged into the darkness.

he sees.

The whole villa reveals a strong sense of emptiness.

The reason why it is described as empty is because of the comparison with the previous villa.

The original villa, including the earliest psychological consultation clinic, gave him a faint sense of peace of mind.

Yes...that's peace of mind.

Because there are always many evil spirits in his home, and those evil spirits can't kill him, instead they will become his shelter.

"I feel strange to myself."

Du Wei said this in his heart, he stretched out his hand and touched his eyes, it was the shadow's, not his.

After becoming a hunter, you will become more and more like a ghost.

Such as Alvin Dawque, Kane, His Excellency Pope Phelan, they are all like this.

Du Wei has been using various methods to solve the hidden danger of evil spirit transformation, and he has not experienced this feeling for a long time.

It is not the loss of humanity, but the change of the body.

Using the eyes of evil spirits as his own eyes, I have never heard of such a thing happening to a hunter.

In addition, the evil spirit Du Wei is actually the other side of Du Wei, the longer it sleeps, the greater the impact on Du Wei.

It is impossible for a person to maintain one state and one mood all the time, that will only cause irreversible damage to the spirit.

Commonly known as metamorphosis.

"When another me wakes up, my eyes may recover."

Du Wei thought for a while, and felt that the problem with his eyes was not serious, but he didn't know when his other self would wake up.

At least for now, it seems unlikely that it will recover in a short period of time.

Standing at the door of the villa for a long time.

Du Wei frowned, took a deep breath, took out the key, opened the door and walked in.

Once in the house.

Then smell the damp smell in the hall.

No one lives in it for a long time, and it is normal to have a smell.

But Du Wei didn't care. As soon as he entered the room, he looked at the antique clock hanging on the wall.

That's Lamer's Bell.

But he didn't hear the familiar clicking sound of the pointer turning.

Before, he felt that the villa had become empty because Lamer had been exiled, and that demon god had been affecting Du Wei's home all along.

The earliest psychological consultation clinics were the most affected, and they were no different from breeding grounds for evil spirits.

Da da da……

Du Wei walked to the antique clock, stopped and looked at it carefully for a while.

The hour hand, minute hand, and second hand of the antique clock all overlap, but they have already stopped rotating, and it points to the Roman numeral VI (6).

Western clocks and watches, especially those with years, basically mark the time with Roman numerals, not Arabic numerals.

In the state of vision...

No, there is no vision state.

Du Wei is now in the state of spiritual vision, and he feels that the antique clock in front of him is no different from an ordinary clock, it is completely dead.

The previous one was more like a terrifying existence.

Its horror is manifested all the time.

Even if it does not move, it cannot be ignored.

"I have a lot of doubts."

Du Wei said to the antique clock: "I used to think that you were the carrier of Lamer, or that you were itself, but later, in the Vanity Sect of the Victorian era, I let the envelope steal the memories of those people in Alphalia for me."

"It saw that there were many existences exactly like you in the Vanity Sect in the Victorian era."

"And now, the demon god Lamer has been exiled by me, but you are still left in the world. How do you exist?"

"Are you its coat? Or is it its body?"

"Or, is it just a container made by someone?"

It is naturally impossible for antique clocks to respond to Du Wei.

He was just expounding the doubts in his heart.

More questions, but did not speak out.

That's about Minette.

Du Wei has always believed that there is an inexplicable connection between Minette and antique clocks, because once Minette's severed hand appeared together with antique clocks.

It's just that the hand was burned to ashes by him later.

An antique clock, but there is not only the demon god Lamer in it, but also a severed hand of Minette.

What happened in the past years?

Du Wei sighed, took it off the wall, and prepared to install it.

Sudden.

His body shook, and the hands holding the antique clock felt an indescribable coldness respectively.

what's the situation?

Only one dangerous thought flashed through Du Wei's mind, and he immediately threw the antique clock away.

snap...

The antique clock fell heavily to the ground, but what followed was the familiar clicking sound.

The sound was very faint at first, and then very noisy.

Moreover, there are fine black silk threads, like flowing water, slowly drilled out of it.

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