Self-cultivation of the Exorcist Chapter 392: Jump down

Chapter 393 Jump down (third update, please support)

The lanky ghost seems to be part of the house of horrors.

It's like a mechanism that wanders around the house of horrors.

But even if Du Wei knew this, it didn't make the current situation any better.

He was still locked outside the door, deep in darkness.

Blood keeps leaking out.

Backward is no longer possible.

Either open the door to face the evil spirit within, or die outside the door.

Everything seems to be dead.

This unsolvable deadlock has forced him to have no choice.

Du Wei hasn't felt this way for a long time.

He looked coldly at the darkness behind him, and took off his backpack when he turned around again.

The door cannot be pushed open.

A flintlock alone probably won't do it either.

Since this is the case, it is better to be simple and rude, set a fire and burn down the wax museum.

Where light shines, darkness does not exist.

Firelight is also light!

Unzip the backpack, and inside is a rolled up map and some odds and ends. The items that can be used to deal with evil spirits are all on Du Wei.

He stuffed the map into the windbreaker, lit the backpack with a lighter and placed it at the door.

The flame was burning slowly, stretching Du Wei's shadow very long.

The original owner of the House of Horrors did not adulterate the wax museum when it was made, and the wax smells very strong.

In addition, this wax museum itself has abnormalities.

The flames grew bigger and bigger, igniting the entire door.

Du Wei knew that there might be many evil spirits behind the door, and they all stayed inside, unwilling to open the door, but if he burned the entire wax museum, would they still be able to stay inside?

The only way to survive is to go down from the gate of the Wax Museum to the second basement level of the House of Horror.

Even if Du Wei's actions would make the situation more dangerous, he would not hesitate.

Even.

In order to set fire to the wax museum, Du Wei also took out the letter and pulled out the paper from it.

The envelope seemed to be unaware of the seriousness of the problem, and a line of text appeared automatically—[Great master, you fell into an unprecedented crisis a few minutes ago, but your wisdom is impressive, you choose To light the wax museum, but it seems that it is not as fast as you think]

[I suggest you find some kindling]

There is something strange in Du Wei's eyes.

How did this letter know that I was going to use it as a kindling?

Or is it trying to commit suicide?

Du Wei shook his head and suppressed his thoughts, directly ignited the paper, and threw it on the wooden window of the Wax Museum as a igniter.

All of a sudden, the window was lit.

But that's not enough.

Du Wei looked at the envelope that had returned to its original state, and pulled out the letter from it again.

The letter was immediately covered with words -【Great master, you can't do this, the envelope is your most loyal property...】

Before the text was finished, Du Wei had already ignited it.

During this process, the darkness never got closer to Du Wei, but surrounded it.

When the flames die, it will sweep again.

The envelope becomes the kindling.

Only the black shadow covered Du Wei's body silently, but for some unknown reason, it trembled uncontrollably as if frightened.

…

At this time.

The city of West Ghana was hit by an unprecedented storm.

Thunder and lightning flashed densely in the sky.

The sky above the entire city is illuminated.

But every time thunder and lightning flashed and the light disappeared, the darkness that followed became more intense.

In the very center of the city, the door of that school was also opened.

Hundreds of student evil spirits walked in the rain with black umbrellas, unscrupulously exuding malice towards strangers.

Horror house is going to turn the city into a dead city.

But the bus is still doing something in the reflection of the city.

The game between the two terrifying existences was silent, without the so-called grandeur, and it was not even possible to tell the outcome.

Perhaps, this battle will continue forever.

…

And inside the horror house.

The entire wax museum has been set on fire.

Feeling dry and hot.

The scorching flame devoured the moisture in the air, and all the darkness was illuminated, except those invisible shadow corners.

The blood on Du Wei's body no longer leaked out.

Have to say this is the only good sign.

But as long as the lights go out.

He will fall into the previous deadlock again.

Du Wei wore a mask and calmly looked at the wax museum in flames.

The firelight reflected on the white mask, showing teeth and claws.

In the state of spiritual vision, through the door, there are pairs of cold and gloomy eyes inside.

"Almost there."

After Du Wei finished speaking, he kicked the door.

Boom...

The door slammed down, but the strange thing was that the interior of the wax museum was not affected by the flames.

It is absolutely safe inside.

The wax figures stood in it one by one, leaning against the door silently, and set their sights on Du Wei.

Those cold eyes were full of resentment.

One of the wax figures is very familiar to Du Wei.

The wax figure is a male, naked, with two poisonous snake tattoos on his body, and his eyes are also dark, which looks very strange.

The gloomy chill poured out overwhelmingly.

Opening the door and closing the door is like a lifetime away.

The burning wax museum is affected by this, and those flames are gradually extinguished.

All the wax figures looked at Du Wei coldly, and their eyes moved with Du Wei's movements.

The atmosphere is extremely tense.

As the flames disappeared, the darkness behind them swept in again.

Whispering voices also sounded in Du Wei's ears.

He was very pale.

Blood is seeping out.

But Du Wei is already mentally prepared.

At this point, there is no way to go back, either go forward or die.

Even if rushing into the wax museum, confronting those horrible wax figures sounds like a dead end, he has no other choice.

He was about to rush in.

But we have to wait for a suitable opportunity.

Otherwise, rushing in is death.

At the very least, you have to wait until you are completely enveloped in darkness, and bring the slender ghost into it.

Du Wei's thinking was very clear. He raised his flintlock gun and pointed it at the wax figures, while taking out coins with his left hand.

Both hands have to be prepared.

Ten minutes and a second passed.

Du Wei only felt that more and more blood was flowing, and the whispering voice was getting closer and closer to him.

Just in the ear...

He turned his head suddenly, and saw that his body was entangled by those illusory tentacles, but he didn't feel anything, even if he didn't realize that it was the slender ghost that was causing trouble, he wouldn't be able to find it.

In his eyes, the tall and tall body of the slender ghost was already bent down, and the head without facial features and hair was close to his ear.

The whispering voice no longer resembles a human voice.

The opportunity is here...

This thought flashed silently in Du Wei's mind, and he pointed the flintlock behind him.

The moment he fired the gun, he rushed into the wax museum.

Because of the excessive blood loss, the body appeared a little weak and weak, and almost fell down.

However, Du Wei's consciousness was very clear. He gritted his teeth and rushed into the room.

For a while, all the wax figures in the house cracked.

There were also sharp and piercing noises in the darkness.

Du Wei kept in deep darkness, running neither fast nor slow.

Finally, he came to the ground gate~IndoMTL.com~ However, the original gate has disappeared, replaced by a huge deep pit, dark and deep, with no end in sight.

On the edge of the pit, there are still **** handprints.

The existence that Du Wei saw at the door of the horror house seemed to have climbed up from the second basement.

But now, he wants to jump down.

The wax museum is already chaotic.

Du Wei stood in front of the pit, his eyes extremely calm.

Then, he put away the flintlock, took the lighter and the envelope and jumped down.

In an instant, it was swallowed by the deep pit and disappeared into the darkness.

I went to work today, and that's it for three o'clock. The plot of the horror house and the bus is quite exciting, but it's almost over.

(End of this chapter)