Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

In the old industrial district of Scolyn City, the entrance to the entire street was surrounded by a barbed wire fence.

A broken mirror, covered by soil for the most part, reflected the moon in the night sky.

Suddenly.

A man with a cap and in casual wear appeared in the mirror.

He looked down, then stepped onto the mirror.

Crack...

The mirror shattered upon impact.

"Mr. Du Wei, have you arrived yet?"

Hannibal raised his head and stared at the barbed-wire surroundings of the old district for a while.

There were clear signs of recent tampering.

He narrowed his eyes, revealing a sinister smile.

"This Mirror Evil Spirit is more dangerous than many Evil Spirits, but since you dare to invite me here, you must have the ability to leave alive."

There were also deep cover agents within the Dusk Bell Church.

And the two same-origin sects would share certain information.

Although Hannibal had only joined Dusk Bell for a short while, he was able to gather such information with just a phone call.

"A mirror divides the world into two, inside the mirror and outside."

"For me, this is the best place to awaken the dark side of your heart."

"I will help you, my kin."

Having said this.

Hannibal walked toward the entrance of the barbed wire, pulling out an envelope from his pocket as he walked.

After opening it, there was a blank letter inside.

The strangeness was that the moment he took out the letter, text began to appear on it.

It was as if an invisible pair of hands were swinging an unseen pen to write.

Soon, the content was fully revealed, with just one sentence.

[Du Wei entered the old district ten minutes ago and encountered an attack.]

Certainly, this was no ordinary envelope, and it was a kind of special item.

After joining Dusk Bell, Hannibal had received this envelope, which contained the presence of an Evil Spirit.

It was a product cultivated and planned by the Dusk Bell Church since the last century and belonged to the same category as the Joker Card.

Its abilities were very mysterious, but it had been treated and would not assimilate its user.

Of course...

The precondition was that the user must be a hunter.

Otherwise, there would be only one path -- death.

And the ability of this envelope was direct; it could reveal events that occurred a certain time ago according to the user's thoughts.

But the information provided by the Evil Spirit is often subjective; it can be useful, but not entirely reliable.

It could be understood as the computation function of a computer.

Thud, thud, thud...

The footsteps sounded dull.

Hannibal walked through the deserted district, looking at many abandoned shops. This place had been abandoned for many years now; even the once-thriving mirror business had been replaced by the modern industrial production.

The ground was overgrown with weeds, all of which were withered and yellow.

The smell in the air was that of vegetation decay.

Looking around, each shop front was adorned with many mirrors, all covered with dust.

This area had been disconnected from society for too long, with nobody to take care of it.

Hannibal was like a hunter entering an unfamiliar world, his deep-set yet sharp eyes searching for traces left by Du Wei.

Gradually.

He closed his eyes, entering into the Evil Spirit Transformation.

Upon opening his eyes again, his azure pupils seemed a bit murky.

Even more terrifying was the constant smile on his face, which, in such an environment, gave off a sense of absurd strangeness yet also sent chills down one's spine.

It was somewhat bloodthirsty, and somewhat horrifying.

Suddenly.

Hannibal turned his head and looked toward a store on the left side of the street.

The door shook slightly, and a figure flashed by.

The letter in his hand revealed another line of text—"[Du Wei is hiding in the shadows, trying to draw you over in order to kill you.]

"You can't kill me..."

Hannibal smiled elegantly and immediately gave chase.

When he arrived in front of the store, he found a mirror placed right at the entrance, but for some reason, his reflection in the entire mirror had several shadows.

Each shadow was different from his pose, some with both hands around the neck, some bending over with their head down, and others just half a body.

The shadows were like Evil Spirits...

...

On the other side.

Du Wei stood in front of a mirror, observing the empty reflection with an exceedingly calm gaze.

Ten minutes earlier.

He had encountered an attack from the Mirror Evil Spirit.

A rotting arm suddenly reached out from the mirror in front of him and grabbed him.

Du Wei instinctively took out a lighter, forcing the arm to retract back into the mirror.

It was eerily quiet around him, as though nothing abnormal had ever happened.

His current location was at the end of the street block, inside the biggest mirror workshop.

This was a large factory space, filled with mirrors everywhere. Strangely, despite the passage of time, the mirrors which should have gathered dust were exceptionally clean.

Looking around, everything was as good as new.

"Very strange."

Du Wei, looking at the mirror in front of him and recalling the incident from ten minutes prior, suddenly furrowed his brow and extended his Evil Spirit Transformation right hand towards it.

The touch was cold and smooth.

The mirror did not reflect any of his movements; instead, it showed the entire factory within, with mirror after mirror set upright.

Suddenly, Du Wei started laughing.

"It seems I am now inside the mirror."

Before coming in, he had made a Mark on the right side of his collar.

As he spoke, he turned his head to glance at his collar where the Mark was now on the left side.

Mirrors are opposite and opposing.

Although one sees their own reflection when looking in a mirror, if one imagines themselves inside the mirror, everything is the opposite.

If the person looking in the mirror extends their right hand, to the person in the mirror it appears as the left hand.

"So what I'm seeing now is actually the scene on the outside of the mirror, not the inside."

As Du Wei spoke, he gave the mirror a kick, and with a crash, it fell over, shattering into pieces with a loud sound.

Looking down from above, every broken piece of the mirror failed to reflect his face, scattered densely all around, which was utterly horrifying to behold. Read new chapters at My Virtual Library Empire

Suddenly.

Du Wei thought of something, with an odd tone in his voice, he said, "Right now, I'm in the world inside the mirror, able to see the outside through it. So if Hannibal suddenly comes to this factory and he hasn't been pulled into the mirror yet, might I be able to see him?"

"And he, perhaps, can't see me at all because I am in the mirror. Conceptually, there is no me on the outside of the mirror, hence no reference point."

"Thus, I could wait for the moment he is pulled into the mirror and then, I could directly shoot and kill him."

Having said that, Du Wei opened his overcoat, where all his items had also been placed in the opposite positions.

All cognition was presenting a trend of opposition.

This sensation was indescribable in words because what Du Wei considered his right had, in fact, become his left.

There was no impact on his actions, but reversed was reversed all the same.

Escaping from here was quite simple, find the true medium of the Mirror Evil Spirit and smashing it would allow him to get out.