Self-cultivation of the Exorcist Chapter 493: That hand…

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When Du Wei activated the clown card representing the gambling game.

The face of the counterfeit on the opposite side suddenly became very strange.

Conceptually, the counterfeit becomes Du Wei.

But the real Du Wei, at this moment, has become another existence, which may or may not be Du Wei.

As Du Wei said.

His opponents are not so-called fakes, but gold balances and antique clocks.

We are not in the same rank at all.

The counterfeit and Du Wei exchanged identities, and the other party not only got this identity, but also got the attention of those evil spirits.

What is markup capability?

As long as it is activated, the marked evil spirits will ignore space and distance, appear beside Du Wei, and attack him.

It is extremely convenient for suicide.

At this moment.

When the identity is exchanged.

Those evil spirits who had been tricked by Du Wei, slandered, and played with in the applause all stared gloomyly at the new "righteous master".

Maliciousness is undisguised.

Even Sombra is eager to try.

Among those evil spirits, there are evil spirits whose bodies are only half nailed, and there are also purely evil evil spirits like Annabelle.

All the evil spirits rushed towards the impostor immediately.

On the contrary, the envelope is afraid: 【Master, the envelope suddenly feels a connection with that imposter. It seems to want the envelope to betray you. According to the rules of the bond, the envelope cannot resist it. 】

A line of text just surfaced.

Heiying tilted his head, stabbed through the envelope, and pinned it to the ground.

【Thank you Brother Heiying. 】

Du Wei said indifferently: "Now the counterfeit is Du Wei. In a sense, it is indeed your new owner, but it doesn't matter, it will die soon."

So saying.

Another line of text appeared on the envelope: [Master, you are so evil, you deserve it...]

Du Wei ignored it, and turned to look at the golden balance suspended in the middle.

At this moment, one end of the balance is tilting towards oneself.

Judging from the scene seen in the death screen, I should have won, and used an alternative method to realize the warning given by the antique clock.

Only, it certainly doesn't serve the purpose of an antique timepiece.

Because he could feel that the clicking sound caused by the rotation of the pointer in his mind became more and more urgent and violent.

It seems to be angry.

But Du Wei silently endured the pain from all over the body and the mental torture.

He has no expression on his face, and his whole person is extremely rational.

He knows how crazy what he is doing now.

I also know that the chances of success are not great.

But this is the first step to get rid of antique clocks, and we have to resist.

The balance is still tipping.

But the speed is much slower.

The impostor who got Du Wei's identity kept blocking the attacks of hundreds of evil spirits.

But it is futile.

All it gets is identity, not everything about Du Wei.

If it is, it can appear in the form of the evil spirit Du Wei, and there may be a chance to win.

But it can't.

Even Du Wei thought it died too slowly, so he raised his flintlock and shot it up.

Boom...

The smoke from the flintlock dissipated.

The bullet hit the opponent's abdomen directly.

"Missed again..."

Du Wei said this, but he didn't feel it was a pity.

Because of this shot, the opponent was immediately stopped, and those evil spirits seized the opportunity one after another, and directly tore him into pieces.

All the evil spirits twisted and struggled together.

It seems that they all want to tear the "righteous master" into pieces, but there are too many evil spirits, and there are simply not enough of them.

The main thing is.

Those strange beings with rotting bodies that were brought into the door by the shadows had an advantage in number.

They stretched out their rotting arms one after another, grabbed the body of the "righteous master", and dragged him into the shadows abruptly.

Suddenly...

Everything has returned to tranquility.

The evil spirits turned their heads and looked at Du Wei.

Malicious, but also hesitant...

They seem to be waiting for something.

And Du Wei was also waiting. He walked towards the golden balance and whispered: "Now, I am your copy. There is no better opportunity than this."

"I am Du Wei, the evil spirit Du Wei, and I am also the Duke, and I can be anyone."

"Choose me and you will get more."

"As for Lamer's Bell, it..."

Only halfway through the words, Du Wei's eyes changed slightly, and he opened his mouth. He bent down involuntarily, and knelt down on the ground, with one hand propped on the ground, blood dripping...

The screen seems to be still.

His pupils are dilated.

The envelope on the side collapsed.

【Master... Master, hold on...】

It wanted to fly to Du Wei, but it was stopped by the black shadow with a sharp knife, unable to move at all.

The end of the golden balance tilted towards Du Wei also came to a standstill and was rising back up.

…

This moment.

At home in New York.

The entire hall has been replaced by darkness.

Everything is invisible ~IndoMTL.com~ unknowable.

Only the sound of the pointer turning rapidly can be heard.

The hands of the antique clock are constantly spinning, and the whole clock is trembling, as if another earthquake is about to be created in New York.

If you look carefully, you will find that the hands are spinning backwards.

Forward rotation is the passage of time forward.

Inversion does the opposite.

At this moment, a pale arm stretched out from the antique clock.

On the back of the hand, there is a very obvious pointer pattern, which is exactly the same as Du Wei's, but it is deeper, like a birthmark.

It has appeared twice, and now it is the third time.

If not, Annabelle in the nearby framing cabinet has been marked to leave.

At this point it should be banging on the cabinet door frantically.

Because Annabelle is very afraid of this hand, even beyond the antique clock itself.

The next second.

As if feeling something, the hand moved towards a certain direction.

Fingers tremble slightly.

It then presses directly on the hands of the antique clock.

Click...

The pointer stopped turning, but it kept trembling, trying to resume turning.

The pointer that should have been fragile cut through the skin of this hand, but the blood seeping out was black and extremely viscous.

Suddenly...

On the back of that hand, the pattern of the pointer disappeared, and it was replaced by the pattern of the mask.

The darkness in the entire room seemed to come alive at this moment.

There is a different kind of atmosphere in the darkness.

Then, it forcibly turned the pointer and turned it back to clockwise.

And with the rotation of the pointer.

The mask pattern on the back of the hand also gradually became dim.

What appeared again was a miniature balance.