Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 428 - : 424, The Return of Goodwill

Chapter 428: 424, The Return of Goodwill

“Devils?”

Listening to Freddy’s words, he shook his head and fondled the surgical scalpel, whispering, “My name is Du Wei.”

Having said that.

He casually tossed the scalpel.

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The Demon Nun, who was trampled underfoot and trying to turn over, had her head directly pierced through, nailed firmly to the ground.

Then.

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He walked out of the dissection room expressionlessly and disappeared.

On the spot.

Freddy trembled and collapsed on the ground, it turned its head to look at the Demon Nun, then at the now-vanished Du Wei, with a face full of confusion and helplessness.

There was an Evil Spirit inside that scalpel.

Freddy felt that thing was even more terrifying than itself.

But how could such an object hold down the Demon Nun?

“You couldn’t really be the reincarnation of a devil, could you…”

“No, I can’t stay here, I must run…”

“Anyway, this dream has returned to his control now, I should be able to escape, I… I must get far away from him, I want to go to the East…”

Freddy resolved itself, but found it was so frightened that it simply couldn’t stand up.

The psychological shadow was really too big.

Although it wasn’t human, it wasn’t an Evil Spirit either…

In the end, Freddy could only grit its teeth and crawl out of the dissection room.

But as soon as it left.

It broke down.

Because outside was an endless darkness, like there was no endpoint.

A feeling of despair surged over it.

Freddy despairingly crawled into the darkness.

“Satan, please take him back to hell…”

…

Elsewhere.

On the outskirts of New York City.

It was around five o’clock in the morning.

A heavy rain was falling.

Looking around, everything was so blurry, visibility greatly affected.

The tarred road had cracked open, extending forward for more than fifty meters.

This was the ruins of the Hill Psychiatric Hospital post-earthquake.

The original bus and Horror House had all disappeared, seemingly embroiled in another struggle, vanished to an unknown place.

Suddenly, at the front of the Hill Psychiatric Hospital ruins, the ripples in the rainwater started to warp, as if they didn’t belong in reality.

A man in a trench coat with an indifferent face stepped out.

Only, at this moment, there seemed to be something off about the man’s condition.

He took a step forward but then paused, looking up into the sky.

All the raining water within a ten-meter radius around him froze in place, as if the pause button had been hit.

A backpack appeared on him.

This seemed to make him uncomfortable, and he said, “I am Du Wei?”

Having said that, he frowned again, “I am the Evil Spirit Du Wei?”

His current state was quite strange.

He couldn’t tell who he really was.

The consciousness of Du Wei and the Evil Spirit Du Wei were mostly consistent, but what differed were the memories within them, and due to the difference in powers, the ways they faced things.

But when they were both devoured by the Demon Nun, and the sound of the Antique Clock appeared in the dissection room, the two underwent a change that was beyond comprehension.

They fused into an entity named “Du Wei” who possessed both sets of memories.

Entangled and chaotic.

He stretched out his Right Hand to glance at it, noticing a mask pattern with clock hands upon it.

The mask belonged to the Evil Spirit Du Wei, while the clock hands were Du Wei’s.

For a moment, his eyes looked lost.

“I am not supposed to be like this.”

And.

In his mind, two thoughts appeared.

One rational and calm, the other elegant and ruthless.

Hiss…

He gasped sharply, a glint of agony flashing in his eyes, and a faint growl emanated from his throat.

The suspended raindrops around him suddenly plummeted down.

His trench coat was drenched.

He felt the icy chill, but he paid it no mind, as he was engulfed in intense suffering.

His head was splitting with pain.

As if it were about to explode.

He knew that the two thoughts in his mind both originated from himself, and it wasn’t Du Wei, or rather, the Evil Spirit Du Wei, attempting to do something.

For he was now the fusion of both entities, Du Wei.

To say it was a fusion might not be quite right.

More accurately, that’s how it was meant to be.

At that moment.

A truck came driving by, its headlights bright and blinding. As it neared him, it stopped abruptly.

Then, the door opened, and a burly, bearded middle-aged Caucasian driver stuck his head out, looking utterly astonished as he said, “Mr. Du Wei, is that you? What are you doing here all alone?”

The middle-aged driver remembered clearly that last month, around the 25th, when hauling cargo through Yard City and Esselgreen, he had encountered the man before him.

Back then, this man also had a backpack.

And he had asked for a ride to New York, offering to pay a fee, but since the route didn’t quite align with the driver’s, he only took him to the Orlando Area, which is why he felt embarrassed to ask for more money.

Upon hearing this.

The “Du Wei” standing in the rain, soaked by the downpour, suddenly extended his hand toward the middle-aged driver.

Their distance was roughly three meters.

The middle-aged driver didn’t understand what this meant, thinking the man was seeking help, so he called out with a smile, “Mr. Du Wei, remember to bring an umbrella next time there’s a downpour, look at you, soaked like a drowned rat.”

“It’s a good thing you ran into me. Get in the vehicle, I happen to be delivering supplies to New York.”

“But this time I won’t charge you, after all, it’s not far from the suburbs to the city area.”

Suddenly…

Just as the hand was about to grasp his, it abruptly stopped.

No… I can’t do this…

Du Wei released his hand, clutched his head, and let out a pained growl, then turned and ran.

What was eerie was that in the blink of an eye, he had vanished without a trace.

The middle-aged driver stood there, dumbfounded, his face quickly turning deathly pale, compounded by the rainy surroundings and the lack of daylight.

A chilly breeze blew by.

The middle-aged driver couldn’t help but shiver violently, wiping his eyes as he stuttered, “What’s going on? Am I seeing things?”

“Could it be a ghost…?”

The possibility alone frightened the middle-aged driver so much that he immediately shut the door, slammed down on the gas pedal, and hurriedly drove away.

Not everyone knows about the existence of evil spirits in this world.

Nor does every city have such bizarre things.

But when something beyond one’s understanding happens, reminiscent of some scenes from horror films, it’s hard not to associate it with ghosts or evil spirits.

…

Elsewhere.

Europe, in the valley where the headquarters of the Veda Sect was located.

A group of people dressed in red clerical uniforms, different from the church, walked in.

They were all black, with uniform skin color.

“The headquarters of the Veda Sect is just ahead. Those crazy women have always been trying to study evil spirits, to create them. If we can get our hands on that information, Lord Pope would be very pleased,” one of them said.

They were members of the Voodoo Cult.

A leader among them, an elderly man, said in a deep voice, “Be careful, everyone. Apart from us, there shouldn’t be anyone else here, and there might still be members of the Veda Sect who haven’t evacuated.”

“That cult leader called Akaret is not someone to be trifled with; we must be cautious.”

The others agreed.

But just then, someone looked up and cried out in astonishment, “Look, what is that?”

The leader looked up to see a red balloon, eerily floating up and gradually rising higher.

The string that was originally attached to the end of the balloon had been severed.

The old man’s face suddenly looked extremely grim.

He was a hunter, too.

But an inexplicable fear welled up inside him, out of his control.

“Let’s get out of here fast, there’s something wrong with this thing.”

Everyone immediately turned to leave, but the way they had come was already blocked.

Behind them was a group of Veda Sect cultists with ashen faces, sunken skin, looking like corpses…

Malice surged forth like a tide…