Self-cultivation of the Exorcist Chapter 60: Boom boom

Drip...

Drip...

A woman dressed as a cleric and a nun suspended above Du Wei's body, opened her mouth, and dark brown blood slowly dripped down from her ferocious fangs.

Thick, wet, and cold liquid slowly dripped down the tip of the nose.

Du Wei could only feel a bone-chilling coolness slowly flowing along the tip of his nose and spreading across his face.

He tried to open his eyes, but couldn't.

This is the third time he has had this nightmare.

At the beginning, there was no way to resist, the whole dream was a torture, only the right hand could move.

The air became heavier and heavier, as if squeezing the lungs, making Du Wei's panting more and more rapid, and every breath was exhausted.

He told himself in his dream that according to the previous rules, he would be able to open his eyes after a while, and at the same time, he would see the distance between the nun and himself getting closer.

Going down, you will wake up from your dream.

It's just that after a long time, Du Wei not only failed to open his eyes, but discovered an extremely terrifying thing.

His right hand actually touched something cold.

Sharp, prickly...

"This is weird..."

When he was in the house of horrors, his evil right hand had been in contact with Annabelle for a long time, and some abnormal changes occurred.

The entire right hand is like a corpse, apart from being able to manipulate it, it has no feeling at all.

Not to mention the touch...

"Nails?"

Du Wei suppressed his doubts about the tactile sensation, and outlined the objects that were swiping back and forth on his right hand in his mind.

"Why is it so fast..."

He means distance.

Although he knew that this so-called nightmare was actually brought about by the nun's unsolvable curse, but the previous two times, it was still some distance away from him.

Even if you have two or three more nightmares, it is impossible to shorten the distance to the point where it can touch itself.

What's even more weird is that Du Wei could clearly feel that when the nun touched his right hand, he seemed to be suppressed, and he even lost control of his right hand.

No ability to resist...

This is even more frightening than the strong sense of fear that is so suppressed that you can't breathe. It's as if you have become meat on the chopping board, being randomly picked and picked, but you still can't open your eyes and see everything. less than.

……

At this time, the other side.

On the streets of Northbrook.

Five black cars are moving forward.

Nerela sat in the co-pilot's seat, quietly looking out the window. The sky was dark and gloomy, with lightning flashing from time to time, accompanied by roaring thunder.

"It's going to rain soon, how soon can we get to the Sofitel?"

"About ten minutes."

The person sitting in the driver's seat replied to Nilela, and then accelerated to drive forward.

Their destination is at the intersection of Northbrook District and Ororan District, where the Sofitel Hotel is one of the footholds of Vida Cult in New York.

Of course...

The guests of the Sofitel Hotel are also the next target of their sacrifice.

But this time, the number is definitely much more than before.

Thinking of this, Nerela whispered, "Praise Vader."

The rest of the people also nodded when they heard this: "Praise Vader."

The car continued to drive forward.

Nerela stroked her left index finger, where the wound was still aching, but her expression was very numb, and her eyes were indifferent.

Faith can strengthen one's beliefs.

But evil beliefs that distort and differentiate themselves and aim at chaos can corrupt everything a person has.

From mind to body, from outside to inside.

This is wrong...

But for cultists, they are used to it, and even enjoy it.

This was especially true for Nerela. At this moment, she suddenly frowned, staring closely at the rearview mirror of the co-pilot.

Her pale face was reflected in the rearview mirror, numb and thin, making it easy to think of a patient recovering from a serious illness.

But it was her eyes that caught Nerella's attention.

The whites of the eyes are bloodshot, and the brown pupils are much darker than usual.

"What's going on?"

Nerela's expression was very puzzled. She had been resting well, and it had been a long time since her eyes had bloodshot eyes.

"Hey, take a look, is there something in my eye?"

As she spoke, Nerela turned her head to face the others sitting in the back seat.

"It appears to be infected, or possibly irritated."

The companion in the back seat stared at Nerela's eyes for a while, but found nothing unusual.

"Okay, I might go to the pharmacy if I don't feel better tomorrow."

Nerella said something to the others and sat down.

The others didn't answer the conversation, they bowed their heads in silence, and it could be seen that their relationship was not that cordial.

However, what they didn't notice was that after staring at Nerela, there were some changes in their eyes.

It looks like it has been covered with a layer of black shadow, and it has become much deeper.

Moreover, densely packed, covered with bloodshot.

On the street, the car continued to drive forward.

……

At 11:38 in the middle of the night, the destination—in the suite of the Sofitel Hotel.

Standing in the bathroom ~IndoMTL.com~, Nerela took off her black uniform, revealing a large area of ​​snow-white skin. If she didn't have a scar every other place, she would undoubtedly be a mature woman full of charm.

Stand under the rain shower head and turn on the button.

Soon, the fine and warm water drenched her whole body.

"It's really comfortable..."

Nerela closed her eyes, her expression was very relaxed, even the most ferocious cultist would inevitably be immersed in material enjoyment.

"It's a pity, I have to rest early, and I have to deal with that psychiatrist tomorrow."

After saying something in a low voice, Nerela quickly finished washing.

However, just as she was wearing a bathrobe and walking out of the bathroom, she suddenly heard a mechanical and extremely regular sound in her ears.

Boom, boom...

Boom, boom...

Someone is knocking on the door...

Nerela frowned. Except when organizing sacrifice ceremonies, the followers of Vida Cult would follow the bishop's orders to gather together. At other times, they were distributed in other areas, and their contact with each other was pitifully small.

Logically speaking, no one should knock on the door at this time.

"Who is outside?"

Nerella walked to the door and looked out through the peephole.

The lights in the corridor are dim, but it can be seen that there are no other people there, only the door of the room directly opposite—there are her two companions living inside.

"What's going on?"

Nerela faintly felt that something was wrong, no one was seen outside the door, but the knocking on the door continued.

After thinking about it, she put her ears on the door, but the strange thing was that she didn't feel the vibration when knocking on the door.

"Ruth? Corell? Is that you?"