Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

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When the last stone coffin, along with the oil painting, was brought inside by the shadowy figure.

Du Wei's entire arm had already been completely wrapped by the fine black threads extending from the bus.

The threads writhed as if they were living creatures.

Seemingly trying to burrow into his body.

The sensation was excruciating.

But in his Evil Spirit Transformed state, Du Wei, having all his emotions suppressed, didn't hesitate to use his other hand to draw the flintlock gun and aim it at the dense black threads.

Boom…

The trigger was pulled.

The bullet from the flintlock gun hit the black threads.

It just didn't have the desired effect.

To be honest, at this point, those special items that Du Wei had on him, when facing increasingly terrifying strangeness and Demon Spirits, were not very useful anymore.

Only the two Joker Cards, as well as the dice and the coin, might still be of some use.

Seeing that the flintlock gun was ineffective.

Du Wei wasn't discouraged.

Because at that moment, the shadowy figure had already instantly moved in front of him, and its two sharp daggers sliced straight towards him.

In an instant.

The threads snapped.

However, where they broke, even more fine threads burst forth, immediately entangling themselves around one of the daggers held by the shadowy figure.

At the same time.

The desire fulfilled by the Joker Card had also completed all the prerequisites.

Du Wei grabbed the shadowy figure, which was trying to reclaim its dagger, and the master and servant both disappeared, having been taken into the painting.

It was at that same moment that the Horror House crashed into the bus.

Since it had originally targeted Du Wei and he had disappeared, it collided with the bus in a strange state.

Suddenly…

A startling event occurred.

The bus, perhaps not realizing this would happen, and the Horror House as well.

But by sheer happenstance.

The Horror House and it collided, and the entire front end of the bus was embedded in the doorway.

The two strangenesses were thus bizarrely combined, as if in a post-apocalyptic style, the abandoned building and the abandoned vehicle were thrown together, merging into one whole.

The atmosphere suddenly became stagnant.

The city reflection overlapping New York also plunged sharply downwards.

The bus and the Horror House too.

They seemed to have lost control, entering a state of system crash.

Consequently, problems also arose with the city reflection.

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Inside the painting.

The Envelope had just completed a bloodletting.

Indeed, perhaps due to the aversion between like entities.

As Du Wei's most loyal bootlicker, the Envelope truly did its service from start to finish, licking so much that even Du Wei had changed his opinion towards it, and it had acknowledged the fact itself.

So, it instinctively disliked all existences with bootlicker attributes.

Whether it be Brand, also known as Corrine Dowqui, or Gascogne, the true bootlicker, it was extremely repulsed by them.

Thus, after Du Wei left the painting.

It directly performed bloodletting on the unconscious Gascogne.

It was close to severing a major artery.

However, it then realized that Boine's Three Stone Coffins had quickly entered the world within the painting, thankfully, the world inside the painting was the Ghost Dimension.

That is, the school from ten years ago.

The space was large enough, so the coffins could fit.

Then, Du Wei and the shadowy figure appeared here in a very sorry state.

"Oh dear, master, how come you came back so quickly, did you kill the bus and the Horror House?"

"As expected of you!"

Du Wei couldn't be bothered with the Envelope, turned his head to look at the shadowy figure.

By this time, the fine black threads that had entwined around his hand had all disappeared, and at the crucial moment, the shadowy figure indeed played a significant role.

But it too paid a price.

The shadowy figure, eyes bloodshot, lowered its head to look at its two hands.

To say they were hands was an exaggeration; they were really just a vague outline.

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His right hand held a dagger, while his left hand was empty.

Yes, the dagger that was most coveted by the Black Shadow at the beginning and that had come from a cultist of the Veda Sect, had been swept away by a bus.

And the Black Shadow could no longer be simply considered a Demon Spirit.

The two daggers were part of it.

Now, the cold and gloomy aura emanating from the Black Shadow was clearly much weaker.

The Envelope nearby noticed this scene, floating over to stop in front of the Black Shadow.

[Brother Shadow, what's wrong? Where's your dagger?]

The Black Shadow raised its left hand in a daze.

Then, its blood-red eyes turned to Du Wei.

The latter was utterly indifferent.

The Black Shadow was at a loss.

Seeing this, Du Wei spoke in a very complex tone, "I'll find you a more suitable one later."

In the autopsy room of the dream.

The Evil Spirit Du Wei had initially used the Evil Spirit Scalpel he got from Hannibal to nail the Demon Nun to the floor, and she had stayed there till now.

It was his trump card.

Du Wei had never dared to use it.

Because the source of the Demon Nun was Valak, one of Solomon's Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods.

But if truly driven to desperation, Du Wei would let it out without hesitation.

The Black Shadow did not understand Du Wei's words.

It cocked its head, its emotions appearing very downcast.

Du Wei was about to say more when suddenly, he saw the outside world.

The bus and the Horror House, which were supposed to sink with the city reflection, suddenly underwent some uncontrollable and unknown Strangeness.

The two Strangeness became entwined.

Directly dragging the city reflection to float up.

And even hiding within the painting, Du Wei still felt a strong unease deep down.

This unease came inexplicably.

The next second.

A will filled with malice was pushing its way into the painting in a forceful manner.

Thump thump thump...

This was a conceptual knocking sound.

Du Wei's pupils contracted.

As the master of the painting, he could feel something outside the painting, trying to push open the concept known as another door.

"How could this be?"

Du Wei realized something was terribly wrong. The bus and the Horror House from earlier could not have detected him hiding in the painting, he could even sneak away right under the watch of the two Strangeness.

But now.

They, or it, had not only locked onto him but was also attempting to push open the door of the painting.

He had to run immediately.

Without hesitation, Du Wei instructed the Envelope, "I'm about to leave again, and you must remember the task I assigned you earlier, keep an eye on Gascogne."

[Don't worry, master, the Envelope will definitely not disappoint you.]

Du Wei stopped talking and immediately closed his eyes.

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In the dream, those student spirits had already been sacrificed during the activation of the Golden Scales, before Du Wei.

Now there was only Freddy by itself.

It sat on top of the autopsy room, its face blank.

Next to it, a cell phone was floating, with Baron Ryan ranting non-stop on the other end of the line.

"Freddy, why aren't you speaking?"

"You should feel honored that I, Baron Ryan, took time out of my busy schedule to curse at you."

"Now you don't say a word, doesn't that make me, Baron Ryan, lose face?"

"Ah? Speak up!"

Freddy remained motionless, utterly silent.

Before, it would have retorted, cursed back.

But the more time passed, the more it realized it couldn't outdo Ryan in this regard; for every curse it uttered, it would have to endure ten, and might even face the outcome of being spat on.

Plus, Tom's dream had given Freddy a great shock.

It no longer wanted to die.

So it simply pretended not to hear, though tortured, the future was hopeful.