Self-cultivation of the Exorcist Chapter 492: Make the death scene come true
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When Du Wei finished his last sentence.
The atmosphere around him suddenly changed drastically.
Thick malice emanated from the golden balance.
The huge statue seemed to be looking down on Du Wei, and the indifferent mask was full of inhuman fear.
The air is oppressive to the extreme.
Du Wei felt a real crisis.
He was almost out of breath.
There was also a sharp humming in the ears.
There was a strong pain in the heart.
He could even hear every beat of the heart, the sound of blood flowing through the blood vessels at a faster speed.
Du Wei bent down, hummed and covered his heart.
Blood dripped down the mask, soaking his collar.
This is not the most painful.
The most painful thing was the sound of the pointer turning crazily in his mind.
Ka Ka Ka...
Antique Clockwork seems to know what he wants to do next.
Another method is being used to stop Du Wei.
Gritting his teeth, Du Wei covered his head and growled in pain.
That voice is too hideous.
So much so that the black shadows didn't dare to step forward.
The envelope couldn't figure out what happened. It could only be suspended beside Du Wei, with various words emerging.
【Master, you are in a bad state now, what happened? 】
[If you continue like this, you will die...]
【You must not die! 】
Du Wei gritted his teeth, his eyes through the mask were full of coldness and reason.
No...
It is wrong to describe it simply by reason.
Because there is still a trace of madness in it.
Fate is impermanent...
Everyone has once issued a negative cry to fate.
But Du Wei's character is more likely to go to extremes.
He had a premonition that he was struggling so hard that he was driven by antique clocks until now.
When it fell into the desperate situation of death, it let itself see the death picture.
When I was safe and sound, it gave a death picture again, making me subconsciously want to solve those people and those things...
"Why?"
Gritting his teeth, Du Wei growled word by word.
He has rarely experienced the beauty of the world, it can be said that he hardly has.
Fate gave him too much torture.
And after coming to this world.
Fate is still the same for him.
The only girlfriend turned out to be marked.
I am always shrouded in the shadow of the Demon God.
No one can help him from the beginning to the end.
The next second.
In Du Wei's heart, another voice sounded.
Cool and elegant.
It said: "Give me your body."
When this sentence is finished.
Time appears to have paused.
The scene in front of Du Wei suddenly blurred.
When everything is clear again.
He found himself in the lake of the soul.
The other Du Wei, who was wearing the same priest uniform as him, sat on the black throne and looked at him with an indifferent expression.
"Long time no see."
Looking at it, Du Wei said in a deep voice, "I am the evil spirit?"
It shook its head and said, "No, I am you."
"To be precise, I am your past."
Du Wei refused: "No, you are not my past, my past is not like this."
It said: "Why can't it be? You have been refusing and denying all the time. You have never been afraid of any difficulties, even the evil spirit Du Wei."
"The only thing you don't want to face is the past."
"And I just happened to be your past."
"Give your body to me, the so-called demon gods, I will kill them one by one with my own hands."
"As long as you are willing to accept and admit your past, everything that is bothering you now will not be worth mentioning."
Du Wei looked at himself indifferently, without saying a word.
But the other party is still saying: "Human nature, love, friendship, bottom line, so-called morality, values, will all become the shackles that bind you."
"Think about the you in the past, would you be bound by these things at that time?"
"You can't, but now?"
"What made you so weak, you struggled hard to survive under the shadow of the demon god, what is your reason?"
"People can be like this, but you shouldn't, and you can't..."
Crack...
Crack...
Crack...
Du Wei clapped his hands together.
He said indifferently: "It's really interesting. If I hadn't merged with the evil spirit, I would have thought it was resurrected."
The other party was silent.
After a long time, he opened his mouth and said, "Is it because of this?"
Du Wei sneered and said: "That's enough. Your acting skills are too bad. Its memory, personality, and thinking mode are all the same as mine. In my eyes, you are full of flaws everywhere!"
"So, let me think about it, what are you? A replica made of golden scales?"
"It's ridiculous, you deserve to replace me?"
After speaking, he closed his eyes.
When you open it again.
The surrounding scene has returned to its previous appearance.
He knelt on the ground, his chest was already wet with blood.
Beside him, another replica exactly like him is standing on the other side, followed by another black figure, an envelope, and floating beside him are flintlock guns, two black clown cards, and dice , coins and other items.
It looks more like Du Wei.
On the other hand, Du Wei is in a very embarrassing state at this time.
Only the black shadow stands in front, fighting against those evil spirits.
The envelope surrounded him anxiously.
【Master, you finally woke up, and the envelope knows that a villain like you must not die so easily. 】
Du Wei glanced at the envelope, and then at his replica, a strong killing intent gradually appeared in his eyes.
He bowed his head.
Reach out and lift the mask.
The exposed face was so pale that there was no blood.
The tip of the nose and the corners of the mouth are full of blood.
Even the corners of the eyes are bleeding.
Hehe...
Du Wei sneered, wiped off the blood, and stood up straight away.
"The Clock of Lamer wants to turn me into its puppet."
"Golden Balance wants to make a copy and replace me, no... it wants to be Du Wei, the evil spirit."
"You two bastards, do you really think that I dare not turn the table with you?"
It's over.
Du Wei held the mask and said to Sombra, "Come back!"
The next second.
A black shadow instantly appeared in front of Du Wei.
Then, he took a step forward without hesitation, and at the same time Du Wei put the mask on his face again.
Shadow possession...
Du Wei looked at the replica, and said in a ruthless voice, "Although I don't know how you were made, and you are more and more like me~IndoMTL.com~, you will definitely die a miserable death."
It's over.
Du Wei took out the clown card representing the wish, and said in a cold voice: "From now on, my real name will be concealed, I can be Du Wei, the Duke, or the evil spirit Du Wei. "
The cold and deep breath came from the fingertips, stronger than ever.
It seems that this wish has touched the bottom line of some existence.
Wish fulfilled.
The replica on the opposite side seemed to have thought of something, and rushed over immediately, and those shadows, envelopes, and clown cards that were also copied also rushed towards Du Wei one by one.
The envelope is wrapped around Du Wei.
It is anxious.
But Du Wei once again drew the clown card that represented the game.
At the same time, he activated the Mark ability.
During this period, how many evil spirits were marked by Du Wei?
No one knows.
Even he himself can't remember clearly.
Alvin Dawquay left him a rich "legacy" after his death.
Nearly two hundred evil spirits, plus the ones that Du Wei originally marked, and now also those weird existences locked in the door by the shadows.
In a split second.
Countless evil spirits appeared on the entire altar, densely packed together.
The coldness they form is like substance.
Maliciousness surged, causing the replica to stop abruptly.
Looking at it, Du Wei said indifferently: "This is a gamble, and my opponent is not you, but the golden balance. You have no right to fight against me, but I said, I will give It's a chance."
"If you want to be me, you can! As you wish!"
"I will make the death scene I see become a reality."
"It's just that you will die instead of me."
"Now, the game starts! Let's change our identities!"