Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

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The gun had fired, and the smoke from the flintlock gun had dissipated.

The Headless Priest's Evil Spirit stood behind Du Wei.

The Envelope trembled with fear.

For it had felt that for a moment, that dreadful Evil Spirit truly wanted to kill it.

But now, Alvin Dowqui's corpse, hit by the flintlock gun, had its chest torn open, and the cold breath no longer lingered.

Seeing this, the Envelope immediately floated up, "What a worthless Evil Spirit, you're just a Clown in front of my master. If one comes, my master kills one; if ten come, my master kills ten, all trash."

It had been as cowardly as a dog moments ago.

Now, however, it was arrogantly out of control.

As a lackey, it had reached the pinnacle of subservience.

"Master... not until today did the Envelope realize your greatness. You rescued the Envelope from peril and even pulled the Envelope out from the ranks of Dusk Bell Church. Serving under you, the Envelope is truly fortunate in three lifetimes."

"The Envelope has decided, should such a situation arise again, you won't even need to command it; the Envelope will immediately make a wish, even if it dies from exhaustion, the Envelope is willing."

It was utterly sycophantic, thinking since the Evil Spirit had already been shot dead by Du Wei, when else to demonstrate loyalty but now?

Yet Du Wei didn't even cast a glance its way, his gaze coldly fixed on the body on the ground, not a shred of vigilance in his eyes diminished.

"Something is not right, there is still something in this corpse, the Evil Spirit I just killed is not Alvin Dowqui."

As the words fell.

An even colder breath erupted from the body.

Another Evil Spirit, different from the one before, had taken control of this body.

It stood up straight, its eye sockets deeply sunken, its somewhat shriveled and hollow eyes unblinking as they stared at Du Wei.

Then, something entirely different happened.

It walked directly towards him.

And with every step it took, the unabashed malevolence boiled over like scalding water, filling the surroundings.

It was already nightfall.

The chill was penetrating...

Du Wei only felt that the Evil Spirit before him seemed to have changed, even posing a threat to him.

The Envelope was scared stiff...

"Master, I don't need to make a wish now, do I?"

"Not for now, I will handle it myself," Du Wei replied coldly, reaching out his hand without hesitation and making a squeezing motion in the air.

Crack...

The whole body bent at the waist as if an invisible pair of hands had crushed and deformed it.

The scene looked extremely exaggerated.

But in reality, it was the Evil Spirit Du Wei's telekinetic power.

Even at his peak, he could take on a bus.

The newly appeared Evil Spirit was easily crushed to death by Du Wei.

However, this made his wariness grow even stronger.

Alvin Dowqui had reached the end of his life when he died, and he had forcibly held on for so long; the Evil Spirit he turned into couldn't possibly be so easily eliminated.

"What on Earth is going on?"

Du Wei was puzzled, unaware of the nature of the Evil Spirit he was dealing with.

Moreover, his instincts told him that this was just the beginning.

Crack...

The grating sound of bones rubbing against each other echoed.

The bisected body that had been deformed unexpectedly moved.

Another new Evil Spirit took control of the body, and its aura was even more terrifying than before.

It was as if there was a door within the body.

When one Evil Spirit died, another would push open the door and enter reality.

Watching this unfold, Du Wei's expression grew extremely grim; he probably already knew why this was happening.

Alvin Dowqui's "door" ability had imprisoned too many Evil Spirits.

And the door of this old hunter might just be within his body.

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He died in his sixties, and even if he became a hunter late in life, he had at least twenty to thirty years of experience.

In all that time, God knows how many Evil Spirits he had imprisoned.

One after another.

They simply couldn't be eradicated...

"I must destroy the door..."

A thought flashed through Du Wei's mind, and then the lighter in his pocket flew out automatically, hovering in mid-air.

And as soon as it appeared, it spewed out scarlet flames like an incendiary device.

The flames, as if possessing their own will, leapt directly towards the rushing corpse.

At the same time, Du Wei's pupils contracted, with fine blood vessels emerging at the bottom of his eyes.

The entire corpse was immobilized.

It remained in the pose of lifting its foot, the body half-suspended in the air, firmly fixed at a height of thirty centimeters off the ground.

The flames crackled as they burned.

Soon, the entire body turned into a fireball, with the scent of charring wafting through the air.

Mr. Kane's hope of bringing the body back to St. Bodia was basically dashed.

If he was lucky, there might still be some charred bones left.

But the likelihood was slim.

Very quickly.

The entire body was burned to ashes.

The Evil Spirit controlling the corpse was destroyed along with it.

However, things did not end there.

Du Wei immediately retreated quickly, his face full of vigilance and composure.

Though the corpse and Evil Spirit were both burned to ash, the surroundings became even quieter, with no birdsong or insect chirping that should exist in the forest being audible.

The darkness around him emitted a terrifying sense of horror that made one's heart palpitate.

The Envelope clung tightly to Du Wei's side; its ability to trace back to the past filled it with fear.

[Master... Master, it is a collective, not just one Evil Spirit. You seem to have liberated it by burning the corpse.]

Du Wei did not respond to the Envelope but continued to retreat rapidly.

Just then, he narrowed his eyes and forcefully turned around to look behind him.

All he could see was darkness.

However, under Spirit Vision, the scene before him was the exact opposite of reality.

He saw a street, where a lone lamppost stood, illuminating the surrounding corners. Further back was a wooden door, carved with many faces.

When Du Wei saw that door, all the faces carved on it twisted.

Old and young, they were densely packed together, squeezed and deformed.

But the corners of every face were all turned up in madness, the smiles sinister and malevolent.

Puchi...

The light went out.

Once again, everything was replaced by darkness.

Hundreds of gazes eerily watched Du Wei.

There was no specific source.

For the darkness itself was the source of those gazes.

Du Wei extended his Right Hand, the designs of the pointer and the mask overlapping each other.

The Envelope clung tightly to his clothes, and the lighter returned to his pocket.

"If I'm not mistaken, I should be inside the door by now. How did you do it, to elude even my notice?"

Du Wei's tone was cold. To be honest, he felt he had underestimated the Evil Spirit.

Sometimes, if an Evil Spirit's abilities are bizarre enough, their threat level isn't necessarily weaker than that of Strangeness.

But.

For this Evil Spirit to kill him, it was simply impossible.

"Moreover, locking me inside the door was really not a wise choice."