Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

For Du Wei, being pulled into the mirror by the Evil Spirit was part of his plan.

Without entering the Mirror World, there would be no chance of contact with the Mirror Evil Spirit.

Hence.

The current situation was actually an advantage for him.

The Mirror World.

After leaving the large factory, Du Wei found a mirror to carry with him, walking while watching the reflections within it.

He planned to find the other party before Hannibal was pulled into the mirror.

Therefore, carrying a mirror with him was essential.
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As long as the image in the mirror showed Hannibal's figure, it meant he was outside.

...

Outside the mirror.

Hannibal casually walked into the store he saw.

Similar to Du Wei.

He also liked to disguise himself, deliberately acting as if he was unguarded.

For ordinary people, they might be fooled.

But Hannibal knew that Du Wei's thinking would definitely go further; he knew his pretense was deliberate and therefore would not act immediately.

Although, as he said, Hannibal was absolutely confident in the fact that he wouldn't die.

His Evil Spirit Transformation was very unique.

Some of the Cannibalistic Ogre's traits turned into a strange ability after he became a hunter.

He could devour Evil Spirits...

And the devoured Evil Spirits would reside within his body.

When killed, an Evil Spirit inside him would trigger a substitution effect.

To put it simply, he had many lives; unless all the Evil Spirits were killed at once, he would be undying.

It was somewhat inhuman...

Of course, he had never been killed before, so no one knew about this ability.

Even the Dusk Bell Church had no clue, only thinking that Hannibal's Evil Spirit Transformation Ability was to devour Evil Spirits.

Sometimes, being too powerful was not a good thing.

Hannibal had devoured three Evil Spirits, so the spread of his Evil Spirit Transformation was three times that of a typical hunter.

He couldn't live too long, which was why he valued Ryan so much.

The elegantly murderous Dr. Hannibal was not a pure madman; he cherished life far more than Du Wei did.

Moreover, he now discovered a hidden peer.

"This game is really too interesting..."

With a smile, Hannibal glanced around the interior of the store and, in a tone akin to chatting with an old friend, said, "Mr. Du Wei, are you here?"

Crack...

Upstairs in the store, on the second floor, a crisp sound suddenly echoed as if something had accidentally been crushed.

Hannibal immediately looked up towards the source of the noise.

He was on the first floor, and the sound came directly from above his head.

But after a glance at the staircase, Hannibal's eyes grew ambiguous.

Because this place had been abandoned for too long, the entire wooden staircase was covered with a layer of dust.

However.

There were no footprints.

For a moment.

Hannibal's expression darkened, and his tone became somewhat strange, "Are you playing hide and seek with me, or is it that what I saw wasn't you at all?"

Despite saying so, he went upstairs to the second floor on his own.

Faint moonlight cast his shadow, and what was different from before was that there were only two...

One shadow had already disappeared.

...

At this very moment.

In the Mirror World.

With a mirror in hand and a backpack on his shoulders, Du Wei roamed the old district.

Black Umbrella was clipped to the buckle on his pack, ready for him to take down whenever he wished.

In the Mirror World, everything was the reverse of reality.

Absolute idealism, no reasoning whatsoever.

The surroundings were even more desolate and empty, with a bright moon hanging in the quiet, distant sky.

If Du Wei didn't know his own situation, he wouldn't even feel there was any difference from reality.

But suddenly...

As he was walking, Du Wei frowned and glanced ahead.

There was a withered old tree right in front of him.

It was devoid of any life and had many nails hammered into the trunk; one of the sprawling branches extended horizontally like a human hand.

Two rusty chains were firmly fixed to the branch, dangling downwards.

At the bottom, there was a similarly rust-marked swing, with the surface once painted yellow. But now, it was mostly flaked off, and the rusty traces looked like sewage, corroding the entire swing.

Creak...

The swing moved on its own without wind.

Wobbling as if an invisible person was sitting on it.

Seeing this, Du Wei first checked the mirror in his hand, which reflected the swing, showing no difference from what he saw before his eyes.

That meant there was no one here outside the mirror.

Very safe...

However, under Spirit Vision, Du Wei saw a completely different scene.

He saw a little girl wearing a pink dress, sitting on the swing, about seven or eight years old, her back facing him.

No malice...

"It shouldn't be the Mirror Evil Spirit," he thought.

If it were the Mirror Evil Spirit, it would definitely start attacking him.

So, was this thing an Evil Spirit? Or a Ghost?

Or perhaps, some kind of strange entity from the Mirror World?

Du Wei narrowed his eyes and quietly backed away, planning to go around.

He had no interest in dealing with this thing right now; the priority was to find Hannibal first.

The main thing was,

If it's not the Mirror Evil Spirit, there's no point in making contact.

...

A few minutes later.

The same withered tree still stood there.

Du Wei's face began to look a bit grim.

He stared at the little girl on the swing, a cold chill gradually spreading across the bottom of his eyes.

As soon as Du Wei had taken a detour, he realized that no matter which way he went, he was being interfered with by some indescribably strange force, forcing him back to the original spot.

He had experienced this situation more than once before; the earliest time was in the Horror House, where a little girl Evil Spirit deceived his senses, making it impossible for him to leave the cross passage.

Later, the medium for that Evil Spirit was discovered by him, and he burned it to ashes with Bone Powder.

Now, another little girl Evil Spirit was using the same tactic right in front of him.

Du Wei couldn't help but sneer: "Do you want to keep me here to swing with you?"

He never liked bratty kids.

Up ahead, the little girl, visible only under Spirit Vision, was still sitting on the swing, swaying, seemingly oblivious to Du Wei's words.

Seeing this.

Du Wei took out a mask and put it on his face.

Instantly.

Under the mask, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins, and his body was covered by a shadow, his original appearance no longer discernible, as if he had donned a shell.

At the same time, a will filled with malice also began boiling in Du Wei's mind.

A black shadow had taken possession...

This state was very peculiar, somewhat similar to when Du Wei experienced possession by the Evil Du Wei.

But Du Wei could remove the mask at any time without fear of the shadow taking over his body.

Because their relationship was not equal.

Du Wei was the creator of the new Masked Evil Spirit, and as long as he put on the mask, the shadow was his tool.

With this in mind, Du Wei's bloodshot eyes fixed on the little girl who was still swinging.

These eyes belonged to the shadow...