Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Ding, ding...

The piano keys were dancing.

Du Wei's slender, neat fingers played with agility. The piece he performed was the Lullaby, created by that genius, Ryan Hamel.

The piano itself was also made by this man.

Together, their purpose was to cast evil spirits into a deep slumber.

The living without worries, the dead without concerns.

Once, Du Wei had duped Alex to get this piano, learning the Lullaby by cheating.

Now it was proving to be useful.

He kept playing incessantly, and the four or five hundred evil spirits, along with numerous strangenesses and demon spirits, were all affected.

The dark shadow was engulfing these beings into itself.

It was crazily collecting sacrifices.

The bus, Horror House, and the combination of the Demon Nun were also vying for the sacrifices.

Although the dark shadow had gained an amplification, even with the master and servant's combined effort, it still couldn't outpace its opponent.

The area of darkness kept shrinking.

Like a circle of poison.

Every time it shrank, evil spirits and strangenesses were assimilated into it.

It became more and more eerie.

Like a patchwork monster mixed with all sorts of messy things.

It could no longer be described as strangeness.

Because it had now almost transcended Du Wei's understanding, and only a small part of Massas City remained unassimilated.

If one were to define it accurately, perhaps describing it as a Calamity would be more precise.

At this very moment.

Du Wei faced this so-called Calamity head-on.

The two faced off like needlepoints against each other.

But his chances of winning were not great.

If he lost, he was pretty much done for, becoming a part of the Calamity.

The only hope to win was to awaken the Evil Spirit Du Wei sleeping within the mask.

Now, he had been driven into a dead end.

The Lullaby was played more and more frantically.

The dark area was closing in step by step.

The situation grew increasingly grim.

This sort of life-and-death gamble, if witnessed by anyone, would bring about despair.

But within Massas City now, there was only Du Wei, a live person.

Witnessing all of this.

Was only Freddy, who was by Du Wei's side with Ghost Suo.

For it.

This was not the first encounter with such danger; last time Evil Spirit Du Wei entered the dreamscape, it had witnessed the showdown between the two Du Weis.

It also saw the final scene that emerged from hell, sending shivers of fear through it.

All of these.

Were nothing in front of that man.

But now it was different.

Freddy's heart was filled with despair and a sense of collapse.

"Du the Devil, can't you transform? Hurry up and change!"

"If you don't transform now, we're done for!"

No one longed for the Evil Spirit Du Wei to appear more than Freddy did.

But now, the area where it and Du Wei stood was less than ten square meters, and everything else had already been engulfed by darkness.

Where there was not only the Calamity but also the presence of the dark shadow.

Yet Freddy could see.

The situation was not optimistic; the man in front of it was about to lose.

Only Du Wei.

He continued regardless, eyes closed, tirelessly playing the Lullaby, fingers moving faster and faster, the melodic tune already grating to the ear.

All the notes were forcibly piled up together, allowing no pause.

Suddenly.

The area of darkness represented by the Calamity seemed to have reached a tipping point.

It appeared to have triumphed.

It began to close in rapidly.

Rushing toward Du Wei, who was still playing the Lullaby.

The tip of his nose could smell the moist vapor.

The surface of his skin felt a chilling, sticky discomfort.

His heart was even more filled with an intense sense of oppression.

Everything visible to the naked eye seemed like a photo from which all color had been drained, gradually becoming blurry and chaotic.

Amidst that.

Spirit Vision had lost its effect.

In the darkness that Du Wei could not see, a shadow distinct from the Calamity was still struggling furiously.

Its master had only the means to combat the Strangeness.

As a member of Du Wei's Legion of Evil Spirits.

The shadow was no longer the second-ranked Evil Spirit of the family; it was now a Demon Spirit, and what's more, an amplified Demon Spirit.

It was Du Wei's shadow.

From that moment on, it would never betray Du Wei, as its existence was branded with a label.

That was: Execution.

Its absolute execution ability compelled the shadow to vie with the Calamity for the Sacrifice, regardless of the consequences.

Its eyes, bloodshot as before, were filled with the same unwavering malice.

Within its body resided the power of a door.

In a sense, the shadow was the only Demon Spirit with the capability of a hunter.

In one hand it held the Evil Spirit Scalpel, and in the other a Dagger, the shadows writhing as if alive.

The shadow crawled out from within.

And slashed with force.

The expanding darkness towards Du Wei halted for an instant.

At the same time.

The shadow's scalpel stabbed forcefully into the dark area, and when pulled out, directly extracted a Demon Spirit with a fierce countenance.

This was the limit for the shadow.

It had snatched half of the Sacrifice.

And gained an additional Demon Spirit.

But the Calamity, formed by numerous Strangenesses, was enraged beyond measure, setting off even more terrible fluctuations.

The shadow was instantly crushed, reduced to a mere shadow.

When it reformed, its appearance had changed significantly, becoming much dimmer, and its bloodshot eyes flickered like the dying flame of a candle.

"Shadow, that's enough..."

The shadow immediately lifted its head; it heard the cold voice etched into its being, still as calm and rational as before, never panicking, as if it could never make a mistake.

The next second.

The shadow was about to rush out again.

But the Calamity was blocking it, aiming to assimilate it as well.

Because if successful, everything would be locked into the final outcome.

Massas City would fall.

No one would survive.

The shadow struggled incessantly, trying to break free and bring the Sacrifice to Du Wei.

But it truly had reached its limit; it couldn't do it at all.

Meanwhile, in the outside world.

Thud...

Du Wei's hands pressed down on the piano keys, ending the last movement.

At the same time, he stood up.

In his pitch-black right eye, everything before him was reflected.

In that deep abyss-like pupil, there lurked an indescribable strangeness.

"You are my shadow, as long as I am not dead and turned to dust, you will never disappear."

"Come back to me!"

Du Wei extended his right hand flat, palm up, the pattern looking like a pointer clearer than ever before.

The Marking Ability was activated.

In an instant.

The darkness, like gelatin, formed a human silhouette, hands still each gripping a Dagger.

Whoosh...

Something seemed to shatter.

Under Freddy's stunned gaze, the shadow was forcefully pulled from within.

It appeared immediately before Du Wei.

Du Wei took a step forward.

He and the shadow overlapped.

All the Sacrifices were devoured by the mask from within the door.

Within the mask, a cold and ruthless consciousness was finally stimulated enough; it awoke from its slumber.