Self-cultivation of the Exorcist Chapter 563: Du Wei must die

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Outskirts of New York outside the painting.

In the deserted cemetery of Hill Psychiatric Hospital, the three sarcophagi in the interior rest quietly.

And below.

The reflection of the whole city has overlapped with New York.

The bus and the horror house did not appear in reality.

Instead, the two fell into a kind of stalemate without knowing what was going on.

The conflict and hatred between the two weirdos is no longer a day or two.

From the school, to the evil spirit student, to the reflection of the city.

Since the two sides collided together, there have been countless confrontations.

The bus no longer picks up evil spirits.

House of Horrors didn't wreak havoc either.

Now, they have entered a very awkward situation.

The two hold each other back again.

It's not like Du Wei thought before, to let New York fall, but to pull New York, a second- and third-tier city, into the reflection of the city.

There is their territory.

In a sense.

These two weirdnesses can be seen as a contradictory whole.

Their actions and purposes are exactly the same.

It's just more selfish.

When Du Wei looked at everything outside, he suddenly felt nervous.

"Something's wrong, the three sarcophagi inside the break, it's weird..."

"Bonei has been killed, although I don't know who did it, but since it doesn't exist, the three sarcophagi should not be so attractive to weirdness."

"Is there something I'm missing?"

In fact, Du Wei also wanted to get the three sarcophagi in Bo Nei, because this was the closest and most harmless item related to the demon god.

Just now, the appearance of the bus and the horror house is really too abrupt.

Forcing him to hide directly in the oil painting.

There was no time to take away the three sarcophagi in Bo.

Now if he wants to get it, he has to get out of the oil painting first, as soon as he gets out, he will be targeted by the bus and the house of horrors.

These two weird...

To be honest, as long as Du Wei dares to show up, they will definitely put down all their hatred and give priority to killing him.

Unfortunately.

Now Du Wei is in an embarrassingly weak period again, and the evil spirit Du Wei has not yet awakened.

"This..."

"Am I going to start walking on the brink of death again like before?"

Walking a tightrope is a decision made only out of necessity.

Du Wei is not willing to risk his life if it is absolutely safe.

Available now.

Intuition told him that the three sarcophagi in the inner chamber might still hide some kind of secret that he hadn't discovered.

If let the bus and horror house get.

When they become more terrifying, they will only make themselves more dangerous.

He couldn't be sure when the evil spirit Du Wei would recover.

But I can be sure that if I play all the cards in my hole, it is impossible to force two weirdos.

Funding enemies is not advisable.

Think about it.

Du Wei gritted his teeth: "I'm fed up with this kind of life, besides, this is not an inevitable end."

Speaking.

Du Wei turned his head to look at the shadow.

The latter pulled out the sharp knife from Gascoigne's chest without hesitation, and walked behind him.

The envelope is not far behind.

【Master, the envelope requests to die for you. 】

Du Wei said indifferently: "You stay in the oil painting, keep an eye on Gascoigne, and bleed him every ten minutes. Don't let him wake up."

[Ah? Master, the envelope doesn't want to stay here, the envelope has already learned your methods of persecuting evil spirits, the envelope can help you. 】

Du Wei shook his head: "You will help me even more if you stay. As my most loyal subordinate, you should know that I treat you differently than I treat Sombra."

He sees it through.

If you want Envelope to do things for you wholeheartedly, sometimes you have to be moody, neither too nice nor too oppressive.

When the envelope heard this, it was about to cry.

【He Dehe Neng, my envelope, was actually approved by the master. Don't worry, master, as long as my envelope is still alive, Gascoigne won't be able to wake up. 】

Du Wei hummed, and took out the clown card that represented the wish from his pocket.

He now needs to add some prerequisites to himself.

That is, to make a wish.

But the black shadow instinctively turned into a thin layer of mist, covering Du Wei's body.

In the past.

No matter what method is used, the price paid will be resisted by Sombra.

Now that Du Wei is going to use the clown card, it seems to be acting subconsciously according to the habit.

Have to say.

Being able to live by Du Wei's side until now, from an evil spirit to a demon spirit, Sombra is indeed very different in a sense.

Du Wei was not surprised either.

He said in a deep voice: "I made a wish as a black shadow. From now on, when the three sarcophagi in the broken room enter the oil painting, I will return to the oil painting in an instant."

The clown card is slightly chilled.

But the wish is realized much faster than before.

Perhaps because the existence of wishing has changed from an evil spirit to a more terrifying demon spirit.

Yah...

The door to the oil painting opened.

Du Wei instantly appeared in the cemetery.

And at this very moment.

In the reflection of the city that overlaps with New York, the buses and the house of horrors stopped each other suddenly.

The lights of the bus went out instantly.

The house of horror exudes terrible malice, wrapped in gray mist, rushing up like crazy.

The same goes for buses.

The two weird sharks seemed to be smelling blood, and directly locked onto the existence of Du Wei~IndoMTL.com~ This feeling was extremely strong.

Du Wei even felt a shivering sensation of scalp numbness. Just as he put his hand on one of the three sarcophagi inside the sarcophagus, the gray mist seeped out of the ground.

"Damn it!"

He cursed secretly, immediately put the sarcophagus into the oil painting, and then rushed to another sarcophagus.

I can hear the sound of the bus horn, which has already been urged.

He used oil painting again, but at this time in front of the third sarcophagus, most of the front of the bus had emerged from the reflection of the city.

Behind him, the house of horrors also rose from the ground.

Two oddities caught him in the middle.

The last sarcophagus has no chance to get close.

And.

The two weirdos didn't bother with the last sarcophagus anymore, but stared at Du Wei firmly. The strong malice had already forced the surrounding temperature to plummet.

Thin black silk thread, like some kind of living thing, oozes from the driver's seat of the bus, forming a human-shaped outline, as if it is the source, and then spreads out along the front door.

The door of the horror house opened slowly, and there seemed to be a translucent human silhouette inside, waving at Du Wei.

"You really want my life that much?"

Du Wei remained calm, he rushed towards the bus without hesitation.

The bus was always silent, but those fine black silk threads surged more quickly.

It's a house of horrors.

It seemed to be irritated, and it ran directly over.

Boom...

Du Wei said in a low voice: "Black Shadow."

The next second.

The black shadow flashed past with the oil painting, jumped over the bus, and landed on the last sarcophagus.

As for Du Wei, his right hand was entangled by the fine black silk threads of the bus.