Self-cultivation of the Exorcist Chapter 561: Du Laogou’s luck is really bad

After Brand leaves.

In situ.

Du Wei looked away.

He turned his head to look behind him, and there was a black shadow standing in front of him holding two knives.

Yah...

The door opens.

Another unconscious Gascoigne fell directly to the ground.

He has a lot of injuries.

Most of them were caused by Du Wei, Brand, Sombra, and the previous Ryan Hamel.

Several hit one.

In addition, the five senses were confused, and Du Wei pretended not to know, and stepped up his efforts.

Who can bear it?

"The replication ability of the golden balance should not be enough to replicate the real mask."

Du Wei touched the mask on his face and took it off.

The one that was taken away by Brand couldn't be the real Gascoigne, it was just a copy.

Just.

Du Wei played this move while the other party was in a coma.

That is.

That replica, it will never be found that he is a fake.

The purpose of this is simple.

Dig a hole for the Vanity Sect in advance, so as not to really trouble yourself later.

Besides, such things as creating gods are extraordinary.

According to the style of the Vanity Sect, many people should die by then, which may bring the world to the brink of getting out of control.

Although Du Wei doesn't like this world.

But don't want it to crash just yet.

"At the very least, I have to wait until I finish everything."

"It's just what should I do with Gascoigne?"

"Although he is now in a coma, when he wakes up, it will become very troublesome for me to control him."

"I have to find a way."

Du Wei didn't like Gascoigne at all.

And.

The conflict between the two parties is basically irreconcilable.

It is destined to end only with the death of one party.

Thus, after thinking for a while, Du Wei took out his mobile phone and called Kane.

The call will be connected soon.

"Your Excellency, you finally gave me the news, have you joined the Vanity Sect now?"

It can be heard that Kane's tone on the other end of the phone is very cautious.

Du Wei whispered: "I have quit the Vanity Sect, and I am in New York now. I need some holy nails, the more the better."

Kane on the other end of the phone asked suspiciously: "Your Excellency, you quit the Vanity Sect? But didn't you just leave the church the day before yesterday? Has your goal been accomplished?"

Du Wei said lightly: "Yes, I didn't expect things to go so smoothly. You can announce it, and say that I have resolved the misunderstanding with the church again."

Kane was stunned: "It's possible, but you joined the Vanity Sect for one day and then quit? This is much, much shorter than I thought. Don't these people have any objections?"

Didn't you say you were going to be an undercover agent in the Vanity Sect?

Moreover, His Excellency Faerun is also inside.

Kane has always believed that the duke will have to lurk for a long time in order to accomplish his purpose.

Unexpectedly.

Just one day?

Du Wei said calmly: "I announced my withdrawal unilaterally. I don't care if I have any opinions. If they want to come to me, they can come to me."

"Besides, they will soon find out the surprise I prepared for them, and they won't have the energy to trouble me."

Not to mention that the monster in the thirteenth mask is gone, the Vanity Sect still has to find suitable personnel and monsters.

The replica Gascoigne alone is enough to affect their plans.

On the other end of the phone.

Kane said helplessly: "Good sir, since you said that, there must be your reason."

"It's just that many religious organizations now know that you are His Excellency the Duke."

"Maybe it will cause you some trouble."

Du Wei frowned and said, "What's the trouble?"

Kane replied: "Some people think that your strength is no longer at its peak. They really want to catch you, study your secrets, and how to go on the road to become a **** in armor."

"You have to know that this is a hopeless world. Once those people see the straw of hope, they will hold on to it even if they die."

Du Wei laughed out loud: "If that's the case, then I'm looking forward to it."

Just talking.

Suddenly, Du Wei's face changed slightly, the sound of the mobile phone became harsh, and the signal was affected.

Above the cloudy sky.

A thick lightning roared across the sky.

The surroundings immediately became white.

The rain is getting heavier.

Du Wei turned his head to look behind him, but in the state of spiritual vision, he didn't see anything abnormal.

"No, below."

As he spoke, he lowered his head.

Then see.

Under my feet, under the mud mixed with rainwater, I saw a city running below in an indescribable way.

And in it, there is a bus driving towards him, followed by a suspended building wrapped in black thick fog.

Du Wei hung up the phone expressionlessly, and put the phone in his pocket casually.

"Is my luck really that bad?"

He was a little skeptical about life.

Du Wei didn't dare to hesitate.

He directly took out the oil painting and entered it with the unconscious Gascoigne.

Everything is back to normal.

It's just that, in the reflection of the city below, after the bus and the horror house lost their targets, they did not start another level of confrontation as before.

On the contrary, it looks like an agreement has been reached.

Two terrifying monsters forcibly dragged the reflection of the city, pulling it upwards.

The torrential rain is getting bigger and bigger.

Since the suburbs of New York, the overcast sky has been getting darker and the light has plummeted.

…

In the heart of New York City.

Some pedestrians are walking with umbrellas.

There are all kinds of vehicles driving on the road.

At this time ~IndoMTL.com~ Tom and Father Tony are driving to Yade City to meet the high-level Voodoo women.

As the God of War combination in the red light district.

They have enough confidence and strength to face all this.

In the car.

Smoking a cigarette while driving the car, Tom said, "Du Wei? But that's it. Although my good brother is very good, but to be honest, I think he is a little worse than me."

"He doesn't understand women at all."

"Look at our God of War team in the red-light district. The two of us can sleep and serve the entire voodoo."

"Replace him, can he do it?"

Father Tony, who was also smoking a cigarette in the co-pilot, was also very embarrassing: "He absolutely can't do it. We should do this kind of thing."

"It's just that my conscience is a little bit hard, I feel that the two of us are too scumbags?"

Tom said contemptuously: "You said it as if the two of us were not scum before, please don't be confused, we are scum, but what does it matter?"

"Isn't prostitution happy?"

Father Tony said in shame: "I am really happy, but my conscience is a bit difficult. After all, I am a priest. When can we stop?"

Tom spit out a smoke ring: "When we can't do it, we will naturally stop."

As he was speaking, Tom also drove away from New York City and entered the road leading to Yard City.

And just left for two minutes.

In the same place, the heavy rain is getting worse...

The whole of New York seemed to be covered in frosted glass, with double images faintly appearing.