Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

In the room, James eerily floated up, some fifty centimeters off the ground, his face flushed red as he clutched his throat, gasping for air.

Meanwhile, Harry was hoisted high by the collar, lifted up by the Evil Spirit Du Wei.

At that moment, the Evil Spirit Du Wei's face maintained a detached smile, but his eyes were filled with bloodshot veins, creating a terrifying visage.

Throughout this process, his actions and demeanor always possessed an indescribable elegance.

If one were to overlook the abnormalities, he indeed appeared quite the gentleman.

Suddenly...

The smile on the Evil Spirit Du Wei's face abruptly froze, and he turned his head to look behind him.

Somehow, Homier had already unzipped his backpack and taken out the mask, cracked all over, with only the eye area left open and devoid of any other facial features.

"You want to put that mask on me? But I don't like it," he said.

As the words landed, James fell heavily to the ground, his eyes bulging, his face red and congested. He clutched his neck, gasping for breath, the pain from the lack of oxygen nearly rendering his mind blank, incapable of reacting.

Harry fared worse, casually flung by the Evil Spirit Du Wei against the wall like throwing away trash, his forearm and elbow bending at an unnatural angle.

"Fuck... my arm..."

As Harry fell to the ground, the agony of his dislocated arm made him open his mouth wide in a horrific scream, completely shedding his previous composure.

The dark shadow that had been standing by the door moved slightly, now directly facing James.

The shadow's first target was Du Wei, the most relentless of all the Evil Spirits, and the one most determined to destroy Du Wei.

But it wouldn't give up on other targets either.

The Annabelle in the display cabinet quivered slightly.

As if sensing something, the hands on the Antique Clock hanging on the wall paused momentarily.

Annabelle returned to calm, and the shadow stopped moving as well, standing ominously at the door.

However, the Evil Spirit Du Wei seemed indifferent to these occurrences, instead taking elegant steps toward Homier.

"I possess Du Wei's memories, personality, and behavioral logic. Do you think you stand a chance to put that mask on me? Moreover, I sense fear in you."

"You don't understand me at all, which is why you're bound to fail."

The Evil Spirit Du Wei's tone was chilling, and with each step he took, the suffocating pressure grew more intense.

It was almost too much for Homier to breathe.

Though she held the mask, just like the Evil Spirit Du Wei said, she stood no chance.

Homier's face was filled with anxiety, and as she glimpsed the man approaching, she gritted her teeth and said, "I may not understand you, but another person definitely understands you better than yourself."

The Evil Spirit Du Wei looked at her expressionlessly, the blood in his eyes thickening, and coldly said, "Upon what do you rely? Is it Harry who's already gotten up and trying to grab the rope, or is it James getting ready to pull out something to deal with the nun? I am an Evil Spirit, and I am Du Wei, and now you can die."

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No sooner had the words fallen than the Evil Spirit Du Wei stopped a meter in front of Homier, ensuring he wouldn't be touched by the mask.

Then, he reached out his Right Hand toward Homier's neck, ready to grasp it.

The power of the Evil Spirit is beyond reality, and under normal circumstances, aside from an Exorcist, ordinary people have no ability to resist and can only quietly await death.

But it was at this moment that Homier opened her mouth and uttered a date — February 16.

This was the last resort Du Wei told her when she couldn't control her other self.

It also left a major pitfall when she trapped the Evil Spirit with a personality named Du Wei.

And now, that pitfall had been triggered.

The next second.

The face of the Evil Spirit Du Wei changed in an instant, and his expression twisted immediately as he clutched his head, his eyes filled with dissatisfaction and anger, issuing a painful roar.

Some memories that Du Wei had hidden were completely stimulated, like a bomb exploding with a loud bang.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

When a person's psyche is severely damaged by something like emotions, or seeing certain gruesome scenes, the body's functions will force them to forget those memories.

If they inadvertently encounter something similar under certain circumstances, it could also awaken those buried memories.

For a psychologist, choosing to selectively forget some unpleasant memories was all too easy.

At this very moment, the Evil Spirit wearing Du Wei's persona was suffering from those bad memories, so traumatic they could not simply be described as bad, memories that could break a normal person.

Most importantly, this persona named Du Wei had been deliberately stripped of some information during its construction.

In other words, what the Evil Spirit believed to be Du Wei was merely its assumption...

Senior year... February 16... the dissection room... that familiar corpse...

The Evil Spirit Du Wei's body trembled, and he knelt on the ground. His complexion was dire, the color in his eyes gradually becoming dull and dark, like Mrs. Mina who had been possessed by another Evil Spirit, but it did not seem to have progressed to that extent yet.

Seeing this, James and Harry immediately pounced on him, one pressing a crucifix to his forehead, while the other, enduring the pain in his arm, combined forces to bind Du Wei's limbs tightly with a rope.

Their action startled the Evil Spirit Du Wei from his chaotic thoughts, and he immediately began to struggle fiercely, his eyes growing increasingly dark.

Upon seeing this, Homier quickly placed a mask on the face of the Evil Spirit Du Wei.

In an instant...

The Evil Spirit Du Wei's body froze, the mask seemingly fused with his face, tightly adhering to it.

"Hurry, take him to the washroom."

Homier anxiously shouted, and James and Harry immediately nodded, lifting the Evil Spirit Du Wei up and rushing to the second floor.

...

The door to the washroom was pushed open once again.

The three men carried the Evil Spirit Du Wei, who seemed to be on standby, into the room.

In a flash, they saw in the mirror the expressionless face, full of bloody veins but chillingly rational, the infuriatingly composed Du Wei.

This eerie scene made James and Harry's scalp tingle. Had it not been for Homier's prior information, nobody would believe that the one in the mirror was the real Du Wei.

Then, to the shock of the three men, the Du Wei in the mirror suddenly changed. His face became ferocious in an instant, his eyes turned thoroughly black, he lowered his head, and a thick malevolence emanated from the mirror.

"What's going on? Is that Evil Spirit in the mirror?"

"Yes... Although you put the mask on him in advance, fortunately, it didn't affect the outcome too much."

Du Wei, with his hands and feet bound, raised his head, his tone as calm as ever, and then turned to look at James and the others. His gaze paused for a moment when it reached James' throat and Harry's dislocated arm.

"Now, please untie me and leave this room. I need to deal with this Evil Spirit."