Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Who least wanted Du Wei to die?

There were many answers, Tom, Father Tony, Alex, and none of the people who had a good relationship with him wanted him dead.

Among them was probably Hannibal as well.

But if this question was posed to the Evil Spirit,

then there was actually only one answer—the Evil Spirit itself, Du Wei.

What it wanted to seize was a living body, not a lifeless corpse.

Therefore,

after seeing Du Wei in the mirror embraced by darkness,

the Evil Spirit Du Wei halted.

It glanced at the face covering the mirror and numbly retracted its hand, which was resting on its own face.

Deathly silence.

Surrounding it,

Pennywise and other evil spirits frantically retreated.

Only Hannibal's corpse underwent a change, a pitch-black hand emerged from within his stomach, presenting an unnatural shape, as though scorched by fire, it shrunk like a chicken's claw.

However,

it didn't manage to fully emerge, to reveal its original appearance, when a wave-like, sullen malice spread crazily along the Evil Spirit Du Wei.

Pfft...

As if a bubble had burst, the sound was so light it was almost inaudible.

That Evil Spirit just vanished directly, having never played any role from beginning to end.

The mirror seemed incapable of withstanding such a horrific aura, as cracks began to spread from its edges. Discover stories at My Virtual Library Empire

Crash...

The mirror shattered.

All of this happened in an instant.

The next second,

the darkness flowed out from the broken mirror as if it had substance.

The Mirror Evil Spirit finally revealed its full form.

It was indescribable in words, the darkness seen by the naked eye, was all part of it.

A mirror has an inside and an outside.

When there is no point of reference, everything inside the mirror is dark.

It is but a reflection.

The darkness, upon its appearance, spread towards the Evil Spirit Du Wei, as if intending to envelop it within.

The Evil Spirit Du Wei looked at it as if looking at a dead person.

With a gaze of deadly silence.

The darkness froze right before the Evil Spirit Du Wei, rippling outwards.

This scene had become so fantastical it transcended reality.

Any person witnessing it would doubt themselves, even deceive themselves, thinking it to be some kind of movie effect.

But reality was exactly this.

Evil Spirit Du Wei was an entity at the zenith, had it not been forcefully awakened, by now it would have completely assimilated the Joker Card, becoming even more bizarre and idealistic.

Even now, though it had become a reflection, it hadn't weakened much.

Confronting the Mirror Evil Spirit, it even displayed greater dominance.

"I can feel you're not dead yet,"

"so hand over the body to me..."

The first line was directed at Du Wei, the second line at the Mirror Evil Spirit.

The voice was so cold it reached extremes, filled with unsubtle murderous intent.

Evil Spirit Du Wei grasped the surgical knife and slashed forward.

In front of it, the darkness that existed in a form that entirely twisted reality, began to spread apart down the middle, as if pried open by some invisible force.

The Mirror Evil Spirit was trembling too. It was like a homeowner who had an unwelcome guest break into the house, confronting the Evil Spirit Du Wei immediately.

Yet even so,

the balance of victory was still tilting towards the Evil Spirit Du Wei.

Time ticked away bit by bit.

Just ten seconds later,

violent coughing sounds came from within the darkness.

A man dressed in a black coat, carrying a backpack, sat on the ground, one hand supporting his forehead, the other resting on the ground, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"Ugh..."

Du Wei's stomach churned uncomfortably, vomiting a lot of black filth, but at this moment, he was still wearing a mask, and those things flowed down from the mask.

This was the first time he had ever been in such a sorry state.

Beside him, the Black Umbrella was already in tatters, with only the ribs remaining.

It was completely useless now.

"Ha..."

Du Wei breathed heavily and laughed somewhat hysterically at the sight of himself in front.

"It seems my luck isn't too bad..."

His physical condition was dire, but he was still alive.

However, he had also paid a certain "price".

The mask had a very large crack, and the shadow that enveloped him was nearly gone, becoming incredibly weak, almost like that female Evil Spirit's face at home in the earliest days.

Behind him, the Mirror Evil Spirit was constantly suppressed by Evil Spirit Du Wei.

It couldn't last much longer.

Now, with all the mirrors broken, the Mirror Evil Spirit had no way to avoid Evil Spirit Du Wei and was essentially forced into this dire situation.

Du Wei felt he was quite skilled at these sorts of things.

So.

He beckoned to the distant figure holding a red balloon, who kept retreating—Pennywise.

Combined with his now miserable visage and the incredibly oppressive atmosphere, his whole being was akin to a malicious ghost, shadowy and unnerving.

Pennywise wasn't human. It stared at Du Wei, hesitated for a second, and did not advance.

Even with the intensely strong connection between them.

If Du Wei died, it would actually be relieved and would no longer be chased.

In this world, many Evil Spirits held grudges against Du Wei, and Pennywise was one of them.

But Du Wei showed an ironic smile.

He raised a finger to his head and said, "I told you, I would make you stronger."

He once again suggested mentally to himself.

After taking a deep breath, Du Wei's gaze turned completely.

The extreme calm and rationality faded away, replaced now by fear and panic.

He kept suggesting to himself, envisioning things that he might fear, hypnotizing himself into a predicament of death.

The red balloon in Pennywise's hand became more vivid.

It licked its lips and let out a sinister, chilling laugh.

A blood-drenched hand reached out from behind Pennywise as Hannibal emerged with a smile.

This was a fake.

Suddenly...

One by one, corpses soaked in formalin emerged.

These corpses made Evil Spirit Du Wei's pupils constrict.

All were from the time he studied forensic medicine, always in the dissection room, the bodies he encountered.

From the first to the second, and then the third year.

"Enough!"

Du Wei closed his eyes, his body drenched with sweat.

Evil Spirit Du Wei said nothing, its Right Hand holding a scalpel and slashing directly at Pennywise.

The entire red balloon burst at the sound.

All that should not have appeared, that hadn't yet appeared, vanished into nothing.

But by doing this, it exposed a vulnerability, as some darkness directly pounced on it.

Whoosh.

Its left hand shattered completely like a mirror.

Evil Spirit Du Wei looked at the one sitting on the ground and said coldly, "Discarding all external factors, no one would think you are Du Wei, only I am."

Upon hearing this.

Du Wei looked up at it and explained as if to himself, "I am not afraid of them."

Having said that.

Du Wei froze and spoke in a very low tone, "Now, you and the Mirror Evil Spirit have reached a stalemate; you are not as strong anymore."

Evil Spirit Du Wei said indifferently, "So what do you want to do?"

Du Wei took out a gun and pointed it at his own head, "Of course, to trap you here to death."

"There are no more mirrors now, it's virtually impossible to leave."

Evil Spirit Du Wei said coldly, "But conceptually speaking, there is always one mirror that exists. I'm the reflection and you're the object. If you kill me, the mirror will shatter, and you can leave."

"But you cannot kill me."

Du Wei said indifferently, "You and I are both in the Mirror within Mirror; by rule, this is a conflict. Reflection and reality are blurred, so I could also be seen as a reflection."

"I can commit suicide, but you can't."

After finishing.

Du Wei no longer looked at Evil Spirit Du Wei and pulled the trigger directly.