Self-cultivation of the Exorcist Chapter 349: Du Wei played GG

? "I should die."

Du Wei stood on the street, surrounded by a bleak environment, and the atmosphere became very depressing and absurd.

Above his head, the hideous face of the nun grew larger and larger.

Means, getting closer and closer to him.

Before long, the nun will confront him and kill him.

After reciting the real name, the nun established a very close bond with him.

Can't refuse, can't change.

In other words, Du Wei has a dead end.

The real name of the devil since ancient times, is a half-truth and half-false lie.

The more you cling to your real name, the more you see, until the real name is completely confirmed and its existence is recognized.

"In a sense, when I first came into contact with the curse and saw those letters, I was already caught in this trap."

"All struggle and resistance are actually meaningless."

"Death is absolute."

"It's no wonder that in the records of the church, no one can survive under the curse."

Du Wei looked at the face of the nun that was getting closer, and looked at it calmly. Even though he was about to be killed, he didn't panic at all.

Just like what Du Wei once said.

Facing death, one should give it the peace it deserves.

Next second.

The ugly and ferocious face of the nun slanted down from the sky like a waterfall, setting off huge waves.

The rain was pouring.

Du Wei was wet all over, and his body could hardly maintain his stability. He frowned, so he had to sit on the ground, quietly watching the nun attack him.

Then, he saw the nun opened her **** mouth, sharp and sharp like the teeth of a beast, black liquid flowed down from the corner of its mouth, and when it dripped on the ground, it corroded the ground like sulfuric acid. .

"I suddenly figured out something."

"This real name was actually given to you by me."

Inexplicably, Du Wei touched the mask on his face and laughed softly.

He smiled presumptuously.

Immediately afterwards, it was swallowed by the nun, the light disappeared, and the consciousness sank...

Simply put, "he died".

There was no disturbance in the whole process, and there was no resistance measure, not even the thought of resistance.

A little too lighthearted.

……

This moment.

There was also heavy rain in New York City outside the dream.

The entire psychological consultation clinic looked extremely hazy in the rain. From a distance, the whole room was gloomy and black, and only a vague outline could be seen vaguely.

And in the living room.

The antique clock hanging on the wall suddenly stopped turning.

Time stopped, and the pointer didn't move forward even once.

An indescribable sense of oppression pervaded, and black mist and dense silk threads emerged from the antique clock.

Look carefully, those silk threads are filled with the entire psychological counseling clinic, no corners are spared.

The sofa, the computer, everything has been threaded through and become a part of it.

The same goes for the framed cabinet hanging next to the antique clock and clock. Only Annabell, who was locked inside, was not penetrated by the silk thread.

It's completely useless.

At that time, when Du Wei still had the clown card representing the game, he gambled with it.

As a loser, Annabelle paid the price of being locked in a framing cabinet forever.

It can't come out at all without external force.

But at this moment, the mutation of the antique clock caused some troubles.

Those black fine silk threads have already covered the mounting cabinet and extended into it.

It seemed to be looking for something, but it didn't find anything, so it became extremely violent.

It wants to explore everything in the entire psychological consultation clinic.

Once touched by those black silk threads, very strange things are very likely to happen.

At the very least, Annabelle's performance can prove this point, it is terrified to the extreme, and just wants to escape.

It is illogical.

Before Du Wei had a dream, he should have stood in front of the antique clock face, but now he was nowhere to be seen in the living room.

He disappeared.

……

On the other side.

On the highway from Cisco Lin to New York City.

A dozen or so black limousines are galloping.

Hannibal and the others were sitting in the car, and the cult members were full of excitement and fanaticism, heading towards their destination.

"We'll be in New York City before dawn."

"This time, we will never fail."

"That man's body will become the medium through which God descends into the world."

"All will remember God's name."

The cultists were trembling with excitement. They had already been divided into two teams. One team brought the mirror back to Europe, while the other went to New York under the leadership of Hannibal.

But Hannibal smiled more and more happily, he lowered his head slightly, and a strange strangeness flashed in his eyes.

As the same kind of evil spirit Duwei.

He looked forward to the moment when he would free it.

For this reason, he made up a lie, and the evil spirit Du Wei used his method to fill up all the loopholes in the lie.

It allows everyone to hear its voice and see its power.

Of course, "God" should be high above.

Therefore, except for Hannibal, everyone can only see its cold and calm eyes.

No one dared to look at it.

"With me here, that body will definitely be yours."

Hannibal said this in his heart, he was very confident.

Vader Cult had always been at a disadvantage in the confrontation with Du Wei before, because of information asymmetry.

Hannibal really knew Du Wei too well. He knew many methods of Du Wei, and he also knew that he seemed to have the ability to control evil spirits.

But these, Hannibal didn't care.

Because he is the nemesis of evil spirits.

……

It's been a long night.

The Vaders are rushing to New York, but Hannibal has different goals from them.

The cultists were deceived by lies and wanted to make their **** "Douwei the Evil Spirit" come to reality and jump out of the mirror.

But Hannibal is playing with fire~IndoMTL.com~ He just wants to have one more person of his kind in this world.

He thought that would be fun.

The evil spirit Du Wei also thinks so.

Therefore, in James' room at the headquarters of the Twilight Bell Church in Switzerland, there was a scene that made the scalp tingle.

"Please, let me go."

"Pain... torture..."

"I'm going crazy, who are you?"

"Answer me, what do you want me to do!"

James knelt on the floor of the bathroom, his only remaining hand propped on the ground, covered in cold sweat, his face was as pale as paper, without the slightest trace of blood.

On the floor, a puddle of sweat had gathered.

On the sink in front of him, there is a mirror.

The mirror reflected his embarrassment and pain at this time, but what caught the eye was those eyes—cold, calm, without any emotion.

"Phew... these are not my eyes..."

James looked at himself in the mirror, staring at those eyes with a painful and hideous expression.

He gritted his teeth and growled: "Stop torturing me, tell me what you want me to do, and I will do it."

At night, he will be tortured, and his spirit is on the verge of collapse.

At first it was in a dream, but now it has come to reality.

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