Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

The downpour continued.

Outside the psychological counseling clinic.

James's face had turned very ugly. With his back to Harry, he said, "I saw an eye, but it's gone now, and it seems to have a very powerful ability to spread. You should first check for any abnormalities on me; otherwise, that Evil Spirit might target you as well."

Hearing this, Harry immediately became solemn, staring intently at James.

His Spirit Vision was only at the first stage, so he couldn't directly see any abnormalities on James. He could only faintly sense a weak malice entwined around James.

"You are indeed being targeted by the Evil Spirit, but the camera's power has come into play, weakening the influence of the Evil Spirit. It won't be able to harm you for a short time."

"Good, I know what to do now."

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James breathed a sigh of relief and quickly took out a glass bottle from his pocket, filled with Holy Water.

He unscrewed the lid and washed his eyes with the Holy Water, immediately feeling an intense pain.

Hiss...

James, with his eyes closed, couldn't help but gasp in pain. However, the pain came quickly and disappeared just as fast, his eyes gradually feeling cool and comfortable.

Then, he complained in a low voice, "The camera can't be used again for a short time, as it needs to counteract the Evil Spirit's power."

Just then, he suddenly heard a series of rapid footsteps approaching from inside the house.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Creak.

Homier, with a grave expression, pulled open the door. Seeing James with his eyes closed and a painful expression, he asked anxiously, "What's wrong? Uncle James, did you encounter the Evil Spirit?"

James nodded heavily, opening his sore eyes and saying, "Yes, Mr. Du Wei didn't tell us how dangerous this Evil Spirit really is. If it were any other exorcist, they would certainly have died at its hands."

"Du Wei?" Homier's face turned very strange upon hearing this. "Uncle James, I have to tell you something. The man we met might be the Evil Spirit because, in the bathroom, I saw another him existing in the mirror."

At that moment, Harry also stepped forward and said with a deep voice, "No wonder I felt that this man was extremely terrifying. It seems we have no small trouble to deal with before fighting that thing."

The thing he was referring to was the true The Nun.

Homier continued, "I had my doubts, but now it seems that Du Wei in the mirror is indeed real. We have been with the Evil Spirit all this time, which is terrifying..."

"Also, that Du Wei is indeed powerful. He told me the solution to this problem. We just need to bring his body to the bathroom, put on a mask, and he can reclaim his body."

Homier did not reveal that the man himself had the power to reclaim his body, as she found it too incredible to comprehend.

For the first time, she felt a sense of fear towards psychologists.

James pondered for a moment, then said through gritted teeth, "The church has records of possessions like this. We need to prepare for both the Exorcism Ritual and Du Wei's own method. But before that, we need to find that Evil Spirit."

Homier was taken aback. "What do you mean?"

James shook his head. "He has disappeared."

With that, he stepped past Homier and into the house, attempting to find "Du Wei's" figure.

Homier and Harry followed closely behind him.

But just then, the door suddenly closed.

In an instant, the light in the entire house began to dim visibly, and large shadows started to spread in their place.

The entire room was divided by shadows, half so dark it seemed capable of devouring everything, while the other half was the doorway where the three stood, still within the area that light could reach.

On the wall, Annabelle, re-stuffed into the display cabinet, trembled, and the antique clock, as if sensing something, suddenly sped up its hands, the three pointers attempting to slowly overlap.

Suddenly, Annabelle came to a halt and returned to calmness.

At this moment, James noticed that on the couch swallowed by shadows, he could vaguely make out the silhouette of a man.

It appeared to be sitting, one hand supporting the chin, the other resting on the thigh, giving off a strangely eerie air…

As if he were a gentleman from high society.

Was it Du Wei?

No… it was an Evil Spirit…

The moment they saw Du Wei turned into an Evil Spirit, all three were involuntarily thrust into Spirit Vision, terror beyond words seeping into their hearts.

Homier instinctively took a step back, her once lovely face now faintly pallid, she turned her head to glance behind her, the panic in her eyes no longer concealable.

The door they came through was tightly closed, vast shadows covering it, barely discernible at a glimpse, the exit's location could only be judged from memory.

And before the door, within that indistinct shadow, stood a vague silhouette; it had only an outline, impossible to even determine gender, but a pair of cold, malicious eyes were visible.

"There's also an Evil Spirit behind us…"

Homier cried out in alarm, but James and Harry didn't turn around; even in the first phase of Spirit Vision, they could already feel the chilling malice behind them.

"Fuck! How did that man manage to fight against an Evil Spirit for a whole week without dying?"

James cursed through clenched teeth, pulling a rusty Broken Blade from his pocket.

The Broken Blade was shaped like a dagger, but its tip was already snapped off, and the barely discernible engraved characters on it carried an evident sense of bygone eras.

It was another item capable of battling an Evil Spirit—each Elite Exorcist from the church would possess a few such artifacts.

And the moment he drew the Broken Blade, the gloom and heaviness in the room dissipated considerably, forming a somewhat pronounced area around the three.

In the Exorcist's common knowledge, certain ancient holy relics have the power to combat Evil Spirits, and the older they are, the more powerful.

Of course, another kind of item capable of fighting Evil Spirits are those that act as mediums for them; after destroying an Evil Spirit, the medium becomes an excellent weapon.

The lighter Du Wei once acquired, the small mirror full of cracks that had been used, were of this sort.

But even with the situation slightly improved, the darkness in James's heart hadn't lightened much.

Because at that moment, he saw the Evil Spirit Du Wei, who had been sitting on the couch like a gentleman, suddenly stand up and walk towards the three of them.

Thud, thud, thud…

As heavy footsteps echoed, the three could finally see what the Evil Spirit Du Wei looked like.

Pale as a corpse, hair disheveled, body slightly emaciated, but those eyes carried a bizarre quality as if they could pierce one's soul.

"What are you afraid of?"

The Evil Spirit's tone carried an inexplicable implication; it seemed not to have completely shed the persona and behavioral logic it was forced into, and besides the temperament, there wasn't a big difference from the original Du Wei…