Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

It's still the door of the bar.

A few minutes after Lusha left.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew and rolled up a piece of discarded paper in the trash can.

Take a closer look.

That's the envelope.

At this moment, the envelope is extremely proud.

[My envelope is worthy of being the master's loyal lackey. My wisdom is probably one-tenth of the master's. What kind of shit, Brother Heiying, is also worthy of being on par with my envelope? 】

【Hmph, I have already found the fake black shadow in the envelope, just wait, as long as you dare to show your head, I will kill you. 】

Yes.

The envelope has found traces of the fake black shadow.

Moreover, it also played a skill of praying mantis catching cicada and oriole behind.

The current target of that false shadow is the girl named Lusha.

【Master never imagined that I could find a fake black shadow in my envelope, just wait and see, master, your most capable confidant, my envelope will impress you today. 】

A gust of wind blows.

The envelope floated again, following in the direction Lusha left.

only.

Not long after it's gone.

In situ, on the glass window at the entrance of the bar.

The sunlight pierced through the clouds, and the refracted light shone on the glass window, unexpectedly reflecting the back of a man.

The man turned around.

The exposed face was obviously Du Wei's.

His eyes are cold and his temperament is cloudy.

It was He Duwei.

And beside its mirror image, another black figure stood beside it, seemingly not far away at all.

Then.

It pointed to the leaving envelope.

The black shadow disappeared instantly.

Immediately afterwards, He Duwei's image also distorted and disappeared.

obviously.

Its purpose is none other than the envelope.

And the power it displayed this time is also very strange.

It turned out to be shown in the mirror.

It seemed to be vaguely similar to the power of the evil spirit Du Wei.

...

in far away Europe.

Matthew was hungry for another day and night.

He is all dirty now, and he doesn't have the slightest demeanor of the leader of the Church of Dusk Bell before.

"Those damned chaebols actually asked me to join them."

"He also said that he would give me time to think about it."

"It's ridiculous."

Matthew walked on the street, whispering to himself.

If he didn't want to make a big deal and let the church know the news, with his character, he would have killed someone on the spot.

"I don't know where my other body is."

"I can feel his presence."

"But it seems to be isolated by some kind of force, making it impossible for me to contact him."

"Damn... really damn..."

Matthew was furious.

But now his strength has declined seriously.

"Unexpectedly, I, Matthew, have today."

"My wife, my daughter, what should I do to have the power to resurrect you."

Matthew's voice was pathetic.

The reason why he once betrayed the church was because of the hidden danger of evil spirits, which caused him to completely lose control and kill his wife and daughter with his own hands.

Since then, Matthew has betrayed the church and led the hunters to found the Twilight Bell Church.

His original intention never changed.

Change the status quo, change the damn fate.

At this moment.

suddenly……

Matthew's face changed slightly, and he reached out and took out the thick black book from his pocket.

"This thing..."

The black book exudes a strange aura.

Automatically opened to the last page.

The information on that page was originally written before the Duke was born.

But now, this page has also been turned.

On the new last page, the following text appeared.

[Power is never divided into right and wrong, so good and evil cannot be defined]

[My failure is because of repeated cycles, which made me lose too much power, and in the cycle, the demon god occupied my body, and I got lost and struggled again and again...]

[My pain has never been known to anyone. 】

【At this moment, I am writing this sentence on this black book. I know that one day in the future, I must kill the existence that invaded my real name. At that time, I will return to my era. 】

【All disappointments, all regrets, will usher in a perfect ending. 】

[But I know that my name will be forgotten, my deeds will be erased by time, no one will remember who I am, maybe only a few words of history will tell people that in the distant past, there was a Duke... ...]

Written in 1542, Rain, Day of Defeat.

Matthew sees this.

Suddenly, a color of surprise and uncertainty flashed in his eyes.

"How is this going?"

"On the previous page, it was clearly written before the Duke was born, and the tone of voice is obviously a longer existence, not the Duke I know."

"But the new last page has this kind of information again."

"Could it be that I misunderstood?"

"And Your Excellency the Duke, did you really encounter trouble in the past, did he fail? Was his body taken?"

"If that's the case, what happened to that man named Du Wei?"

"Isn't he the Duke?"

Matthew clenched his fists.

He had some doubts about the truth of the matter.

After all, he had never met Du Wei before, and he didn't know whether the duke was who he thought he was.

If what the book says is true.

That Du Wei was actually the reincarnation of the Demon God, occupying the body that should belong to His Excellency the Duke.

"He seems to be in New York."

"I have to go, at least I have to contact him secretly to confirm his identity."

"If he is really not His Excellency the Duke, then maybe I can do something."

Matthew said so.

He made up his mind.

But how to get to New York is a troublesome matter.

You must know that the only valuable mobile phone on his body was also afraid to open it because he was bombarded with frenzied calls from loan sharks.

Once opened, it is a loan call.

"I'm penniless now."

"Do you want me to steal money?"

"That's really embarrassing."

Matthew was squatting on the side of the street with a disgraced face. He never thought that one day he would worry about money.

Sudden.

Ding……

There was a crisp sound of coins falling to the ground.

A passerby passed by, dropped a coin, and sighed: "It's so pitiful to be a beggar at such an age."

There are also beggars in the West.

However, they are more used to calling themselves tramps.

In general begging behavior, one must bring talent, so that it will appear that one does not get something for nothing.

Obviously, Matthew was treated as a beggar.

"fuk! I'm not a beggar."

Matthew couldn't help cursing in his heart, and immediately took the coin in his hand.

He looked at it carefully.

But he found that he had been out of touch with the times for too long, and he didn't even know how much the coin was, one cent? Or one dollar?

...

the other side.

New York.

Envelopes have come to community colleges in Northbrook.

It hid in the dark and locked the girl named Lusha.

This is a dormitory.

As soon as Lusha went back, she lay down on the sofa and fell asleep.

Seeing this, one of her roommates pushed back: "Hey, Lusha, did you go to the bar again and get hungover? Can you still open the post I shared with you yesterday? My computer is not I know what's going on, but I can't open the webpage."

"The pictures in that post are scary and I'm going to show them to my boyfriend."