Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 333 - : 331, welcome to the world of Freddy

Chapter 333: 331, welcome to the world of Freddy

Inside the amusement park.

In that wasteland.

Mercer stood where the withered banyan tree once was, watching the silhouette of the person playing the piano in the fog, slowly putting away his flute.

At that moment, the torchlight throughout the wasteland took on a bloody hue.

Yet in the glow of the fire, only the shadows of those three bishops could be seen.

Although Mercer stood right in front of them, he seemed completely nonexistent.

He suddenly placed one hand over his left chest, bowed, and in a strange tone said, “Welcome to the human world.”

The sound of the piano continued.

The outline of the pianist and the grand piano became clearer and clearer.

Yet only four people in attendance could hear this prolonged lullaby.

For the rest of the cultists had completely vanished into the fog.

As sacrifices, it wasn’t just their blood that was offered, but their very beings…

At that time…

Bishop Aika of the Veda Sect coughed.

All of a sudden…

Dozens more cultists in black attire quietly appeared all around.

Each of them moved lightly, their figures approaching perfection, like agile cheetahs, beauty infused with explosive power.

The Veda Sect had planned for twenty years, naturally they had arranged for additional manpower.

The ones being sacrificed were just that, sacrifices; others were there to carry out the plan.

“Praise Veda…”

Every religion likes to praise their followers and is tireless in doing so.

Mercer looked at the others and in a haunting tone said, “When the fog clears, Elm Street will reappear in the human world, but it seems there’s been a slight mishap in the plan, the ground beneath your feet has become the deepest part of Elm Street.”

“Of course, this makes no difference to you since your goal was to obtain that piano.”

Bishop Aika and the other two bishops exchanged glances.

They had already considered such scenarios in their plan, so they didn’t get upset over any oversight.

“So, Mr. Mercer, the deal between you and the Veda Sect ends here.”

The implication in her words was clear—they were about to take action and naturally didn’t care to have Mercer watching.

In response.

Mercer didn’t show displeasure; he nodded, turned, and walked into the blood-tinted fog.

Then he disappeared.

After he left.

The silhouette in the fog became even clearer.

Bishop Aika’s eyes flashed with an undeniable fervor, “When Elm Street appears, we will be able to take that piano back to the Veda Sect.”

Someone followed up, “We’ve been in this backward and impoverished city for far too long, it’s finally coming to an end.”

Another said, “But that terrifying entity and the piano seem to have merged into one; taking the piano might be troublesome.”

Bishop Aika said in a relaxed tone, “The piano was left by a blond-haired exorcist twenty years ago, with the purpose of suppressing that entity. Our actions are helping it, and it possesses intelligence.”

“What exactly is that thing?”

One of the remaining two bishops pointed at the silhouette playing the piano, their voice unavoidably strange.

At this very moment.

The presence in the fog, along with the piano, became even clearer.

One could see it appeared to be wearing a tight-fitting sweater, topped with an old-fashioned round hat, its right hand as if forged from steel, sharp and ferocious.

The fog enveloping the piano also dispersed somewhat, revealing an old piano from the last century that looked as new as if it had just been made.

Carved on the black lid of the piano was the name of its maker—Ryan Hamel.

The surrounding wasteland also became increasingly bizarre as the fog faded away.

Dim and misty.

Moonlight refracted in the fog, creating a mirage-like effect.

The weed-covered ground gradually evened out, and the hazy outlines of streets and houses began to appear on either side.

Those buildings looked as if seen through frosted glass, ethereal and distorted.

“Elm Street is about to descend…”

The voices of Bishop Aika and the others grew increasingly excited…

However.

Just then, something happened that turned their faces ashen.

The fog began to thicken again…

All the phantom buildings were shrouded in fog, including the one clad in a sweater and wearing a top hat, which was now enveloped by the mist as well.

The same was true for the piano.

The lullaby came to an abrupt halt…

Sigh…

The entity playing the piano suddenly stopped both hands, as if it were enraged. It jerkily turned its head to look at the people from the Veda Sect.

Its eyes looked no different from human eyes, but its eyeballs were pitch black, and its skin was yellowed as if scorched by fire, displaying extensive scars from healed burns.

Pitted and rugged, it was ferocious and terrifying.

It opened its mouth as if to say something but was completely unable to speak.

Then, the sound of the piano started up again.

Its hands danced uncontrollably across the keys, while its body twisted and reached out towards the people of the Veda Sect.

It wanted to come into reality but was unable to do so because of the piano.

As the people of the Veda Sect had said, it was suppressed by the piano.

The one playing the lullaby was not it, but the piano itself…

No matter how much it struggled, in the end, it disappeared along with the piano into the fog.

On the spot…

The fog dissipated.

A dead banyan tree once again appeared in its place.

The eyes of the Veda Sect’s members turned red.

“Why?”

This question echoed in everyone’s minds.

The three bishops were nearly in a state of collapse!

“The plan had been a success; why did it fail?”

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“Twenty years, we’ve waited a full twenty years!”

“We were so close… just a bit more…”

Bishop Aika was no longer the composed person she had been before.

Without any warning, the plan to make Elm Street appear collapsed in a way no one could have imagined.

The twenty years of scheming turned into nothing, and the severe sense of disappointment made her want to go mad with killing rage…

The others felt the same, all falling into a state of hysteria.

However…

The next second.

Everyone’s expression suddenly became incredibly animated.

A cold, evil sneer echoed at the bottom of their hearts…

“Welcome to Freddy’s world…”

…

At this very moment.

Outside the amusement park.

Du Wei slipped the Joker Card back into his wallet.

“Wish fulfilled…”

Just now, he had used the Joker Card to make a very “simple” wish.

To cause the Veda Sect’s plan to fail… to grant him an opportunity to interact with the piano.

The reason he made such a simple wish was that it was the limit of the Joker Card’s wishing power.

He tried wishing for the piano directly, but there was no response at all, so he had to step down his wishes notch by notch.

But this final wish resulted in the Joker on the card remaining only as a head and torso, with both hands rotted away.

It was equivalent to having used the wishing ability twice.

At this point, Tom, who had finished his phone call, came over with a grim expression and said, “Some of the cultists who were sacrificed have been identified. They’re descendants of the people inside Elm Street, and it’s likely the same with the others.”

Du Wei wasn’t surprised; he nodded to Tom and said, “Let’s pack up and go back.”

Tom was stunned: “Go back? Isn’t the problem still unresolved?”

Du Wei gave him a deep look: “The problem will find us. Staying here is pointless, and besides, we need to do something else.”

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