Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

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North Brook District, church.

It was the same room they had first met in.

Du Wei leaned back in his chair, his gaze as calm as a tranquil spring, while across from him sat Father Tony, looking haggard and decidedly downcast.

"You need to relax."

"Ah... I will, Mr. Du Wei. In fact, I'm already fine now, aren't I?"

Upon hearing this, Du Wei slightly shook his head, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one for himself, and said indifferently, "I don't feel that way. Would you like one?"

Father Tony awkwardly replied, "That doesn't align with my beliefs, I don't smoke."

"Is that so?" Du Wei exhaled a puff of smoke and slowly said, "When feeling down, you should find something to buffer that, although I don't recommend smoking to others, it might suit you better right now."

Father Tony chuckled bitterly, "Is this some sort of psychological counseling?"

Du Wei answered, "If you're willing to pay for it, you can think of it that way."

"Alright..."

Father Tony took the cigarette from Du Wei's hand, lit it, and after an initial cough, began to smoke with some semblance of proficiency.

Once he got used to the sensation of the cigarette, he said in a low voice, "Thank you."

Then, feeling even more embarrassed, he added, "I've always felt that our relationship wasn't that good."

Du Wei looked at him and calmly asked, "Why do you feel that way?"

Father Tony explained, "Well... because I've sold you items twice before, and neither was very useful, although the money... well, there's not much to say about that."

Du Wei gave him a curious look and said, "I was indeed angry, even though I knew you weren't aware of how terrifying the Evil Spirit I encountered was."

Then he added, "But I don't like being swayed by my emotions. I think about the result, and right now, our cooperation is quite satisfactory."

Father Tony sighed in relief but coughed again from the smoke, saying, "Indeed, you are the most rational Exorcist I've ever met. In fact, with your current abilities and experience, you would be considered elite in the church."

"Hmm... the church values you highly, as you know."

Du Wei felt indifferent towards the church, paused for a moment, and then said, "I know. When is the Exorcist arriving?"

"Ah, I was just about to tell you, they will arrive first thing tomorrow morning."

"They?"

"Yes, quite a few people are coming. Oh... that's right, they will probably go to your house first to help deal with the two Evil Spirits there."

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3:20 PM.

Du Wei parked his car and, carrying his bag, headed toward the psychological counseling clinic.

Along the way, he also ordered a storage cabinet to place at the entrance.

If anyone were to deliver a letter, it would prevent them from shoving it under the door, thereby avoiding a lot of trouble.

When he got to the entrance, Du Wei glanced at Roy's house and, seeing that the five black sedans he had seen before were gone, he no longer paid them any attention.

Inserting the key, he pushed the door open and entered.

Continuous rainy days had kept the sun hidden for a long time, and the lighting inside the house was as dim as before, making it look somewhat desolate.

It appeared quite ordinary.

Except for the addition of a creepy Antique Clock, two Evil Spirits, an Annabelle possessed by an Evil Spirit, and five human heads in the attic—everything seemed as calm as before, eerily so.

"Has the balance tipped again because four people were killed?"

Du Wei entered the Third Phase of Spirit Vision expressionlessly.

Unlike the Evil Spirit Transformation described in the records, his Right Hand had developed some abnormalities; in addition to touching Evil Spirits, it had become more corpse-like, devoid of sensation but still under his control.

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The next second.

Under Spirit Vision, everything in the house began to change in Du Wei's eyes.

Ominously dark, the corners seemed to conceal a malevolent gaze.

Annabelle, confined within the display cabinet and hanging on the wall, resumed the ugly doll appearance he initially encountered, but its eyes appeared fixated on Du Wei no matter how he looked.

Apart from the Antique Clock, which continually behaved inconspicuously, essentially all the evil presences in the house were unabashedly exuding malice.

Most importantly, Du Wei stood at the entrance, and even though there was no sunlight, the dim light cast on his body also projected a shadow.

And that allowed the malevolent gaze in the shadows to silently appear within his shadow.

Du Wei lowered his head, glancing at his own shadow.

It looked as though someone was stuffed into it, bloated and awkward.

He pondered for a moment, casually closed the door, then pulled out the white mask from his backpack and placed it directly on his face.

In just an instant, Du Wei's demeanor underwent a complete transformation, becoming even more eerie and rigid, as if he had become someone else entirely.

As he put on the mask, the hands of the antique clock on the wall paused for a moment, then continued to move.

Du Wei did not notice this, since his gaze was by then completely overtaken by the shadow.

In the room.

Du Wei was practically face to face with the shadow.

Wearing the mask, his expression was indiscernible, while the shadow had no features to speak of, merely a human silhouette except for its eyes, making its gender utterly indeterminable.

Then, Du Wei stretched out his right hand towards the shadow, grabbing at it, and at the same time, his left hand pulled out the lighter that could combat the Evil Spirit from his pocket.

Both hands ready.

A hunter's Evil Spirit Transformation could confront Evil Spirits.

So, could his unique form of Evil Spirit Transformation suppress the Evil Spirit?Nôv(el)B\\jnn

He was eager to find out.

But to Du Wei's surprise, as he reached out his hand, the shadow also extended towards him, looking like a true shadow.

The shadow grasped Du Wei's right hand directly.

It seemed to be exerting force.

Regrettably, Du Wei felt no sensation. Conversely, he found himself unable to control his Right Hand, as if he was locked in a sort of struggle with the shadow.

"It seems I cannot suppress the Evil Spirit,"

Du Wei silently sighed in his heart and placed the lighter beneath the arm's contour of the shadow.

With a snap.

A red flame ignited.

It was as if scorched, in an instant, the shadow vanished in front of Du Wei.

The cold malice, like a nocturnal tide, seemed to sense something and gradually started to recede.

Only then did Du Wei remove the mask, rubbing his throbbing head.

Inside this mask resided an Evil Spirit.

Every time he put it on, he would feel its influence.

It functioned like a key – when reaching a certain threshold, the Evil Spirit inside would emerge. At that point, its first target would be Du Wei.

In fact, simply wearing the mask created a connection with it; unless one side was killed, this kind of connection could not be broken.

It was just like Mike Stowe.