Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 616 - Person Behind the Door

Chapter 616: Person Behind the Door Chapter 616: Person Behind the Door “There’s something wrong with that red door.”

The night sea was turbulent, yet when he looked up, not a single star could be seen, only an endless coastline hung overhead, and the vast sea was also stained an eerie ink color.

The scene had completely changed from before.

Du Wei was now on the deck of the Ghost Ship, surrounded by lifelessness.

A brand-new Ghost Ship.

An utterly unfamiliar environment.

The space had been completely replaced.

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In such a situation, Du Wei couldn’t determine his location, let alone where he was.

When he said he couldn’t determine his location, he meant in relation to real-world coordinates.

He couldn’t determine where he was because he didn’t know if, like before, he had entered Hell’s Gate.

If it were the latter.

Then he might very well have arrived on a different timeline now.

And, he would face the awkward situation of losing his bearings.

Suddenly.

A wave slapped over.

Making the Ghost Ship sway violently.

Du Wei almost fell but caught himself by grabbing onto the railing.

“Damn… where the hell am I.”

Du Wei tried to steady himself and walked towards the door of the cabin.

His nose could smell the salty sea breeze and the moisture.

In front of him was a door as red as if it had been painted with blood.

“The shadow…”

Immediately, the shadow emerged from Du Wei’s shadow, and the scene from just before rewound like it was being played in reverse, sending it back into the shadow.

Now.

The shadow overlapped directly with Du Wei.

He was enveloped in a bone-chilling cold.

“It shouldn’t be Puton playing tricks on me, but this door definitely has a problem. Moreover, I’m the only one on the deck, where are the others? Could they have gone through the door?”

Du Wei’s tone was somewhat somber, laced with caution and vigilance as he stepped closer to the Red Gate.

The enveloped automatically floated out of his pocket.

“Retrospect the events from ten minutes ago.”

[At your command, my master. Ten minutes ago, you and hunter Puton boarded the Ghost Ship, and you had him push the door open. But as soon as the door opened, Puton was sucked into it, leaving only you outside.]

Du Wei nodded, the Envelope’s Retrospection Ability was indeed very useful at times.

Thus.

He reached out and grasped the doorknob.

The touch was eerily peculiar.

Du Wei narrowed his eyes, but instead of pushing the door open, he let go and stared blankly at his palm.

The blood was warm.

“Did it really get a layer of fresh blood?”

“Could this door really be Hell’s Gate?”

Du Wei murmured to himself, expressionlessly took off his coat, wiped his hands, and then pressed it against the Red Gate.

With a swipe up and down.

Blood was smeared away.

The true face of the original Red Gate was partially revealed.

There were some bizarre symbols and patterns that seemed very ancient.

Du Wei’s expression turned grim instantly.

His former self, in the past, had actually put Hell’s Gate in the entrance of the Ghost Ship’s cabin.

And according to his deductions, the prison he wanted to enter should be behind the door.

Which meant anyone wanting to get in would be tricked, pushed through the door straight into Hell’s Gate.

“And this blood is very fresh too.”

No sooner had he finished speaking than the area he had wiped was once again covered with fresh blood.

Suddenly, Du Wei felt as if things were out of his control.

The Red Gate before him was clearly a trap laid out in the open.

If he entered through the door, he’d face Hell’s Gate, but Du Wei was a bit different from the others; if he went in, he would definitely travel back to some past period.

Others who go in will probably just end up dead.

If he met with an accident, he wouldn’t even be able to die as Solomon’s Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods would dispatch him so easily.

There was no deeper hatred than this.

But if he didn’t go in…

Du Wei turned his head and glanced at the surrounding sea, his eyes slightly ferocious.

Meanwhile.

The Envelope also noticed the problem: “Master, you’d better not enter the Hell’s Gate. The Master of the Evil Spirit and you are not on the same timeline. You are its past, and it is your future. Without a future you, entering means certain death…”

Sometimes, the Envelope’s brain was a mess.

But at other times, it was very clear-headed.

Du Wei certainly understood the meaning of the Envelope, and he said coldly, “You have become smarter than before, but you only see the surface. What is the future?”

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“As long as I want, the future is always in my hands.”

After saying that, Du Wei pushed open the Red Gate.

Immediately after.

From within the Red Gate surged a blood flow like a flood, which enveloped Du Wei, the dark shadow, and the Envelope all at once.

Aboard the Ghost Ship, it overflowed everywhere.

But quickly, the blood flow shrank rapidly.

And when it had all returned inside the Red Gate, the deck of the Ghost Ship was left completely empty.

Unknown to anyone, the Red Gate silently closed, as if it had never been opened.

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Darkness, profound.

A viscous liquid dropped on the tip of the nose.

It instinctively disgusted him.

The smell of blood…

Drip…

The red flame of a lighter flickered in the darkness, lighting up the surroundings.

Du Wei looked up and saw a dark, cracked face above his head. The face was split open from the middle, allowing blood to flow down.

A pair of ferocious and horrifying eyes had bulged out of the eye sockets, staring intently at Du Wei below.

It was Puton…

Du Wei frowned, took a step forward, and wiped off the blood dripping on the tip of his nose.

“Just died like that?”

Moving his position, he also got a clear view of Puton at the moment.

The hunter’s body was hung on the gate by hooks, his blood soaking the entire Hell’s Gate.

The blood was indeed that of the hunter.

“How interesting.”

Du Wei hesitated for a moment, then extended his Right Hand to touch the corpse.

Originally, he kept Puton as a lightning rod, but unexpectedly, the latter died so easily.

It could only be a waste of utilization now.

“I hope the Evil Spirit you turn into can be of some use to me.”

Every hunter, if not dealt with after death, would turn into an Evil Spirit.

This was an experience previously verified.

At that moment, Du Wei activated the Mark’s ability, but it was unsuccessful.

“Why is that?”

Du Wei withdrew his hand and walked woodenly into the darkness.

As he walked, he said, “Is it because the Evil Spirit it turned into has been slaughtered, or has something dealt with this body?”

“Could it be you, Lock Ghost?”

He moved towards the darkness, and the darkness embraced him.

But behind the gate was not the prison he had imagined, nor the scenery that should have been inside the ship, instead, there was a deep, bottomless darkness.

Just like what he saw after entering the Hell’s Gate.

“So if I walk further, I will return to the past, but what would be the point?”

At that moment, Du Wei’s eyes suddenly filled with blood.

His heart ached intensely, and the pointer pattern on the back of his Right Hand spun counterclockwise.

The ability of Future Sight had appeared.