Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

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When the shadow twisted off the last reflection's head.

Du Wei directly seized control of his body back.

The blood-red eyes, which looked as if they were almost dripping blood, became relatively clear in the blink of an eye.

Still bloodshot, but very calm.

Throughout this process.

Hannibal had never left; he was like prey that had been badly hit and was gasping for breath, lurking in place and panting heavily.

His breaths in were more numerous than his breaths out.

As if he was truly about to die.

Seeing this, Du Wei said coldly, "Stop pretending, your act is useless in the eyes of people like us."

No sooner had he spoken,

than Hannibal, who had just been on the brink of death, suddenly stood up; he was covered in blood, his face pale.

Even his signature smile seemed forced.

"I'm not pretending, I'm really about to die."

Hannibal coughed a few times, blood dripping from his mouth onto the ground, looking very miserable.

But Du Wei scoffed and said, "The hunters from the church told me the same thing. Do you think I'd believe you?"

Hannibal stared at Du Wei and said, "I don't think you'd believe anyone, just like me. I only trust what I see, hear, and witness."

As he spoke, he waved his hand as if he were a fervent artist sketching the visions of his mind.

Du Wei narrowed his eyes; he noticed that there was no shadow behind Hannibal.

Something was off...

Instead of approaching immediately, Du Wei engaged him in conversation, "I'm different from you; I choose to trust certain people selectively."

Hannibal replied with sarcasm, "Oh? Are you talking about that policeman named Tom, or your girlfriend, or perhaps the priest?"

With one sentence, he exposed his knowledge of Du Wei.

And this made Du Wei's urge to kill grow much stronger.

Yet he did not advance, because he did not believe Hannibal would be so easily killed by him. This madman was much more terrifying than anyone he had ever encountered.

Seeing this, Hannibal continued to speak, "We are the same kind of people. The reason you trust them is that you have not been betrayed yet. When you realize you're different from them, you will understand me."

Du Wei replied indifferently, "It seems you've been betrayed before?"

Hannibal smiled and said, "No, I don't give people the chance to betray me, nor do I allow myself to get trapped in a deadly situation."

Du Wei, now somewhat interested, asked, "So you still have a trump card?"

Hannibal didn't answer; instead, he asked, "Do you know why the Mirror Evil Spirit hasn't come out yet?"

Du Wei shook his head, "That's not important."

By his reckoning, Pennywise should have taken effect by now, and eventually, the Mirror Evil Spirit would be driven out.

Hannibal laughed softly and began to stagger toward Du Wei, who immediately stepped back warily.

"After being attacked, we appear in the mirror, a sort of mechanism."

"But since you were before me, you must have been attacked by something in the mirror, whereas I was attacked by something outside of it."

"With both of us inside the mirror thereafter, the outside world was left without a reference."

"Therefore, the Mirror Evil Spirit is still here, and the reason it hasn't appeared is that we're trapped in a mental shackle."

"Where the eye reaches, there lurk evil spirits."

As he said this,

Hannibal suddenly looked at Du Wei with a sinister gaze, "My aim is simple, to turn you into one of my own kind. But outside, I had no opportunity, because I lacked the mirror that could reflect your true nature."

"So, I declare that from now on, the game is over."

With that,

Hannibal pointed a finger above his head.

Looking where the momentum led him, Du Wei noticed a half-bodied shadow appeared at the very top. Continue reading on My Virtual Library Empire

The entire ceiling of the building was smooth and tidy, resembling a mirror.

Suddenly, the sound of cracking echoed.

Cracks began to spread across the ceiling.

And following that,

the same scenario unfolded beneath his feet on the ground.

Beneath the fissures was pitch darkness.

Above and below, it was as if some creature had opened its gaping maw, like a prison or an abyss, where falling would mean no return.

Du Wei only felt a sense of weightlessness, and then the scene before his eyes completely changed.

He saw an expanse of blackness, numb and void, beyond description with mere words.

Everchanging.

Everything one wished to see could be found within one's line of sight.

Yet it was impossible to describe.

This visual and sensory conflict made one nearly nauseous, as if the mind itself was collapsing under the strain.

It was very similar to the indescribable entities recorded in the Cthulhu mythos.

Yet Du Wei forcibly maintained his composure, completely locking away his emotions.

The strangeness around him continued to occur.

The scene in front of Du Wei began to ripple, just as Hannibal had said—they had always been inside a mirror, or rather, inside the Mirror Evil Spirit.

The feeling of weightlessness was incredibly intense.

Du Wei felt like he was continuously falling, as if space itself was distorted.

In a daze, the scenery before his eyes changed completely.

Some essence was exposed.

…

When everything had stabilized,

Du Wei saw a glaring white.

He was now sitting in a chair, with a table before him, and Hannibal was seated opposite, hands resting on the table, smiling.

All traces of the previous bloodshed were gone.

Everything was as if nothing had happened.

To one side, there were numerous mirrors placed.

They appeared to be no different from before, only with the addition of a table.

But each mirror exuded a chilling aura.

The mirror's surface was pitch black, pairs of eyes with only white sclera opened, hollow and deathly still.

It was the true Mirror Evil Spirit.

Within each pair of eyes, the figures of Du Wei and Hannibal sitting before the table were reflected.

Yet both of them seemed as if they didn't see it, choosing to ignore it.

Hannibal, looking at Du Wei and wearing a smile, elegantly said, "In psychology, there's an interesting test where your reflection in the mirror shows differences from your actual appearance."

"It's a kind of illusion brought about by the subconscious because everyone adjusts their posture to match the mirror."

"By extension, the beauty that people pursue is actually just a concealment of their ugly nature."

"Mr. Du Wei, you've always wanted the Mirror Evil Spirit to come out; it's part of your plan."

"But you're too arrogant, no plan is perfect."

"Now, you no longer have a chance."

"As soon as we meet the eyes of the mirrors around us, we will be trapped within the Mirror within Mirror. By then, you and I can essentially be declared dead."

"However, for me, this is the perfect opportunity to tear away your disguise, remove your mask, and turn you into one of my kind."

Upon hearing these words,

Du Wei took off the mask he was wearing on his face and chuckled softly, "Do you really think so?"