Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

The matter of the Blood of Jesus temporarily settled down.

After leaving the altar, Du Wei was walking alone on the streets of St. Bodia.

Bathed in moonlight.

His complexion appeared extremely pale.

The whole person had a ghostly presence, akin to a phantom.

Ferren's words gave Du Wei a headache.

He calmly analyzed his current situation.

He found that many things seemed to only be answerable after opening Hell's Gate and stepping inside.

And behind Hell's Gate, there clearly lay extreme danger.

Furthermore, there were a total of seventy-two gates, each one possibly corresponding to a conceptual Demon God.

The nuns were also among them.

The more Du Wei pondered over it, the more trouble he sensed.

It seemed like from the beginning, the Evil Spirits he had provoked, the strange entities he faced, would confront him in ways he never anticipated.

In Massas City, there was also an Evil Spirit Squad, plus streets and highways with a strangeness level that bore enmity against him.

The bus had originally got along with him quite harmoniously.

But now they had completely fallen out.

Well...

One should also add a Horror House to the list.

Then.

Nuns...

Antique Clocks.

The nun is Valak...

The Antique Clock is Rahmer...

The more he thought about it, the more his head ached.

Deep inside, Du Wei told himself, "My luck shouldn't be so bad that I'd just randomly open a gate and face Valak right away."

Yes, he was prepared to open one of Hell's Gates and see what was really going on.

But before that, he needed to make enough preparations.

And he had to deal with Pennywise, the traitor.

There were many issues that needed to be prioritized.

His immediate goal was to make thorough preparations, then enter Hell's Gate, obtain the information he wanted, and then come out alive.

After that, he would think of a way to deal with the Antique Clock.

Because according to what Ferren had implied, the one among Solomon's Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods that had set its sights on Du Wei seemed to be Rahmer's Bell.

"Wait a minute... There's also Valak."

Du Wei felt very conflicted inside.

All this time, he had been dealing with entities derived from Valak's curse.

At the same time, he was also the most enduring, longest-living person under the curse.

Logically, from the very beginning, he had been tainted by two conceptual Demon Gods.

"But the only marks on my body are the pointer pattern and the mask pattern representing the Evil Spirit Du Wei."

"If the former identity of Evil Spirit Du Wei was His Excellency the Duke, then there should also be a Demon God targeting him."

"That makes three in total."

With this thought.

Du Wei rubbed his throbbing head, his tone utterly weary, "Am I really going to resist three conceptual Demon Gods?"

"How did I provoke so many frightening entities."

From his pocket, the Envelope immediately fluttered out.

It felt its master was in a poor mood, and it was the perfect time to show eagerness to please.

That was the perceptive nature of a sycophantic follower.

[Great master, as a devil-like villain, you are certainly extraordinary. Ferren and his ilk may seem glamorous, but they are merely linked to one Demon God and are barely clinging to life.]

[But you are different. You've attracted the attention of three at once. You truly deserve the title of King of Evil Spirits, the faith that the Envelope has followed all its life.]

[Envelope only understands at this moment the burden you carry. You want to destroy the world, right? That's so wicked, just like you!]

Seeing the exaggerated phrases that appeared on the Envelope.

The fawning scent seemed to ooze out from the paper itself.

Du Wei watched the Envelope with an expressionless face: "If I wanted to destroy the world, you would be the first one I'd destroy."

[The Envelope understands... The Envelope understands you so well, you're testing the Envelope's loyalty. The Envelope assures you, as long as you need it, the Envelope is ready to die for you at any time.]

This...

Du Wei was amused into laughter: "You really do understand me, huh? Alright, I'll definitely give you a chance."

[Ah? Are you serious?]

Du Wei sneered, about to speak when he suddenly frowned and quickly stuffed the Envelope into his pocket.

Then.

He turned his head to look behind him.

He saw staggered footsteps gradually resounding from a dark corner.

Kane approached with a floaty step, his face weathered with age.

"Are you about to leave?"

He had just woken up not long ago, and someone else still needed to keep watch at the altar, so he had come looking for Du Wei.

Hearing this.

Du Wei spoke in a complicated tone: "Yes, His Excellency Cain, I suppose I'll be leaving tomorrow."

Kane, looking utterly exhausted, said: "Leaving is good. I've already been informed about the matter Lord Ferren spoke to you about."

After being possessed, whether it was Ferran or Kane, they both had to bear the price.

This price caused great harm to both body and mind.

It had been the same for Alvin Dowqui before.

Du Wei didn't know what exactly Kane wanted to say to him, so he thought about it and just asked bluntly: "What do you want to tell me?"

Kane looked at him with a complex expression: "Please do not address me with that title. When I was possessed, my consciousness was clear. It should be me addressing you that way."

"Your Excellency the Duke, sometimes I am very lost. I don't know what meaning there is for us hunters to do all this."

"Indeed, this world is already full of despair."

"Yet we still resist."

"Resist, resist, we have been resisting for thousands of years..."

"People keep dying, hunters keep struggling, and those predecessors tried all kinds of methods before, but when the door was opened, it all turned out to be futile."

Du Wei didn't know what to say.

Another hunter who regarded himself as His Excellency the Duke.

He was too lazy to explain again.

Looking at this somewhat bewildered old hunter before him.

Du Wei knew the other party wanted some comfort from him.

So, he unusually changed to a gentler tone and slowly said: "Everyone will die; people die every day in this world, and hunters resist simply to let the majority live longer."

"That may be a kindness."

"Although I can't understand why these people are so persistent, I think what they're doing is worthwhile."

Speaking.

Du Wei pointed at Kane, then at himself and said: "Look, both you and I are doing fine. Most people don't even know about the existence of Evil Spirits, and there aren't so many Evil Spirits in the world that it's cause for despair."

"We resist simply because we should resist."

Kane nodded thoughtfully.

He suddenly bowed to Du Wei: "Thank you for your guidance, Your Excellency the Duke. But please forgive me for having one more question, why do you resist? Is it also because you feel you should resist?"

Du Wei remained silent.

Kane didn't feel disappointed. He simply wanted to know what kind of person this duke, who had lost his memory, really was.

After all, an existence that survived from the Victorian era to the present was surely extraordinary.

But after waiting for a while, Kane did not perceive any intention from Du Wei to reply and could only bow out regretfully. He disappeared into the darkness as he stepped back.

From beginning to end, Kane's posture was extremely humble.

And at that moment.

Du Wei suddenly lifted his head to look at the night sky; his calm eyes filled with too much complexity.

He just stared at the night sky.

Ten minutes...

An hour...

Until the moon reached the first quarter.

Only then did Du Wei move to leave.

In front of him was a straight street, continuous and stretching through the deserted alley, quiet and deep.