Self-cultivation of the Exorcist Chapter 172: Dao Kui

It was quiet at midnight.

Du Wei hurried towards the direction he came from with his bag on his back and a black umbrella.

Pass through the rusted barbed wire area and you are out of town.

The expected unexpected situation did not happen.

After all, although Du Wei stayed in Massas City for about eight hours, the scope of exploration was actually not very large, and the evil spirits he encountered were all trapped in the streets.

Everything is business as usual...

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The direction to the west of Massas City.

An hour later.

Du Wei came to a remote side of the road.

Looking around, the surroundings are pitch black, deep and quiet.

McLaren GT docked quietly.

Du Wei took out the key, swiped at the door position, the scissor door automatically rose, and the headlights flickered.

In the dark, light can always bring people a sense of security.

"Hoo..."

Slowly exhaling a foul breath, Du Wei put away the black umbrella and got into the car.

The backpack was placed in the co-pilot's position, so it could be reached easily.

Close the car door and look up again at the location of Massas City from afar.

The entire city has been plunged into darkness, and even the vague outline cannot be seen, as if the entire city has been erased from the horizon.

In the sky above the city, it is even more strange.

You can see the clouds, but they seem to be dyed, gloomy and dark, like a sign before a heavy rain, but this situation has lasted for a long time, and it looks very weird.

There was no rain and nothing unusual happened.

This city seems to be still brewing, and when it erupts, it will be an unspeakable horror.

Du Wei took a deep breath, looked away and started the car to leave.

He didn't want to let the crisis in Massas City break out, but at this stage, he couldn't solve it at all with his ability, he could only protect himself.

When facing evil spirits, people are in a weak position.

Passive and desperate.

Although Du Wei is a hunter, his degree of evil spirit transformation is not that deep. He is still a bit far behind the standard Andrew Doquina's generation of hunters.

This trip to the city of Massas, the ability to turn evil spirits is also very tasteless, not even as effective as things such as black umbrellas.

The car is drifting away, but not fast.

While driving the car, Du Wei was thinking about the outcome of his operation.

First, get the remaining joker cards and another mask.

But the joker card is related to evil spirits, so it's better not to use it.

And the other mask was used by himself as a medium before he knew its ability, and locked the hunters of the Evening Bell Church inside.

The function of the new masked evil spirit is to wedge an anchor point into the Joker card, so that the evil spirit cannot appear temporarily, but I don't know how long it will last.

Also, the ability to make a wish seems to have been affected a little bit.

When Du Wei thought of this, he couldn't help but took out the new clown card.

"Making a wish can be regarded as making a wish to an evil spirit, but there has never been such a thing as getting something for nothing in this world, and it can be regarded as a transaction."

"But this deal is not fair."

On the clown card, the person in the tuxedo behaves strangely. Its face is a bit like the fusion of Du Wei and the bald man.

Du Wei frowned: "I can feel the connection with it, but it's not close. It's not the same as my original card. In other words, its owner is me and the Twilight Bell Church. hunter."

"But that hunter has become an evil spirit, and I locked him in a mask, and he can never come out, but I feel that it is looking forward to my wish, so what is this?"

Du Wei's tone was a bit weird, and he thought of a very funny vocabulary - two surnamed house slaves.

"However, I won't use it for the time being. Even if I use it, I will try to make a wish in another way, such as letting the evil spirit in the mask make a wish for me, so that it is the one that makes the transaction, and Not me."

"The issue of the Holy Nail and the evil spirit Du Wei is also very difficult."

"Also, my evil spirit transformation is different from others, it seems that something is missing... The problem lies with Annabelle, this evil spirit doll is not as simple as I thought..."

Speaking of this, Du Wei's eyes became slightly indifferent.

There are many things to be solved, but the same thing must come.

Sheng Nai had to find a safe place to hide. As for the evil spirit Du Wei, as long as he didn't encounter extreme danger and didn't use the clown card to let him out, he was safe for the time being.

But it shouldn't be that simple.

After all, in a sense, it is indeed another self.

Memory, personality, and logic of thinking are all exactly the same.

Man's greatest enemy is himself.

The only person who knows himself best is himself. For Du Wei, he knows how terrible the evil spirit Du Wei is. In this invisible duel, he did not win, and the evil spirit Du Wei did not lose either.

"So who is the loser?"

Du Wei sneered, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, accelerated the speed, and quickly turned into a road. The city of Massas behind him became farther and farther away until it disappeared.

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At this time.

Inside the city of Massas.

A 70-year-old man with gray hair and some bald heads was wearing a priest's uniform, standing still with a slightly hunchbacked body.

His name is Alvin Daokui~IndoMTL.com~ and he is one of the hunters of the church. Unlike Du Wei, his evil spirit transformation has reached its limit.

The whole person's complexion is ashen, like a corpse, exuding a terrifying malice all over his body.

More like a ghost than a ghost.

On the ground opposite, there is a huge bottomless hole.

The whole big cave is about 100 meters square, and it is pitch black, and the whine of the wind can be heard faintly, as if an evil spirit is whimpering in a low voice.

The more you look down, the more terrifying you feel, the urge to jump down and into the hole.

But Alvin completely ignored this feeling. Apart from his appearance and name, he possessed pitifully few human characteristics, numb and dead, without the slightest emotion.

At this time, a burst of regular footsteps suddenly sounded.

Accompanied by an old and vicissitudes of life voice: "Alvin, although I know that the church will send you over, I am still surprised. You are not much different from evil spirits now, and you should not come to participate in this matter." thing."

Alvin turned his head slowly, looking behind him with dead eyes.

It was a "young man" about forty years old, and a huge scar started from the middle of his forehead and spread towards the left chin.

He has only one eye.

Those scars seemed to be caused by some kind of sharp claws. Although it had been a long time, they still had an abnormal bright red color.

"Fiddlesticks, since you joined Twilight Bell, we haven't seen each other for thirty years, and your appearance has not changed at all, which is really enviable."

As if seeing an old friend, Alvin's eyes were full of reminiscence and complexity, but there was only such a trace, and it came and went quickly.

He has no humanity anymore...