Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 632 - 629 Dusk Bell Church is haunted

Chapter 632: 629, Dusk Bell Church is haunted Chapter 632: 629, Dusk Bell Church is haunted Puton’s curse must have been of some use.

But it wouldn’t work on Du Wei, who had merely assumed the identity of Alfaria to deceive Puton for a while.

Puton maliciously cast the curse in his heart.

Its cursing power wasn’t very strong, but after becoming a Lock Ghost, it had become an enhanced version.

It still had some substance to it.

Even so, when the road narrowed, strength was useless no matter how great.

In Du Wei’s dreams, or rather, within this invisible prison, it was impossible for Du Wei to tell Puton his true name, and Freddy, due to a sense of superiority towards the new prisoner, wouldn’t reveal the truth either.

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As for the Envelope.

How could a lackey dare to address his master by his true name?

Ryan had always simply called him Director.

What? You’re asking about the Shadow?

Sorry, it can’t speak.

…

The effect of the curse was quite pronounced.

In a foreign land, within a towering building hidden deep in the snowy mountains, Alfaria suddenly sneezed.

He tried to wipe his nose.

But remembering the mask he wore could no longer be taken off, he stopped the movement.

Just at that moment.

A hint of suspicion flashed in his eyes.

“Strange, why did I sneeze?”

As the leader of the Vanity Sect, Alfaria was actually a relic of the Victorian Era; he had lived for many years, and had it not been for the lack of an encounter like Matthew’s, he might have been the strongest being in this era.

The longer you live, the more superstitious you become.

Anything related to oneself would be taken very seriously.

Alfaria squinted his eyes and touched the mask on his face, “My body shouldn’t be able to sneeze, I’m no longer human, could it be I am affected by something here?”

The place where he was now located was probably in an uninhabited area of North America.

The forests were dense, stretching as far as the eye could see, with mountains rising all around, and the weather was extremely harsh, with frequent heavy snowfalls.

The tower he was in was related to Solomon’s Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods.

Alfaria’s first thought was not that someone had cursed him, but that there might be a problem with the things beneath the tower.

So.

He hesitated for a moment, then stepped down from the top of the tower, toward the lower levels.

Looking down, there was a spiral staircase inside the tower, comprised of stone steps all cut to the same size, winding their way downwards.

But at its deepest point, it was pitch black, with the bottom invisible.

It was as if the tower only had a part above ground, while a larger portion lay underground.

As he walked, he muttered under his breath, “I hope nothing goes awry, at least not until I make them a part of me, until after I harness the Demon Gods. When that happens, even if the world is destroyed, it will not matter to me.”

At the same time, he thought of another person.

“That man who claims to be His Excellency the Duke couldn’t possibly be him, otherwise, he would never tolerate my betrayal, but no matter, when I find some spare time, I will deal with him.”

“And the Stele, I have already seen three steles, just one short of the last, the others have gone to the Public Sea, it shouldn’t take long to find.”

Alfaria vividly remembered, the man had mentioned two hundred years ago.

The four steles recorded the true names of the Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods.

To know their true names was to find a way to steal their power.

Although Alfaria had studied for two hundred years and had not figured out how to steal the power of the Demon Gods through their true names, he had developed another method.

That was, knowing the true names of the Demon Gods, to look for Hell’s Gate based on their designated entities, and behind Hell’s Gate, in hell, were things related to the Demon Gods.

Such as the Blood of Jesus and so forth…

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Fusing those things could draw the attention of the Demon God and use its corresponding abilities.

That was even stronger than the Hunter’s system, but it was also far more unstable.

He did not tell the other members of the Vanity Sect that once fused with those things, every use was a consumption of life, the more frequently used, the faster the death.

Because, Alfaria had a very crazy plan.

Thirteen as one.

Thirteen become a Demon God.

But there was one thing Alfaria could never figure out.

“Matthew fused with that kind of thing a long time ago, at least nearly a hundred years ago, so why has he lived for so long?”

Alfaria walked into the shadow-covered area, where meandering stairs stretched downwards, as if leading to Hell.

“Just wait a little longer, once I get the last stele, I’m going to make a move on Matthew.”

“He is an uncertainty, and absolutely cannot be left around.”

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At that time.

Matthew of Dusk Bell Church had been feeling very irritable lately.

He had created Dusk Bell Church with his own hands.

But recently, there seemed to be some problem with Dusk Bell Church.

Well…

It sounded quite ridiculous.

Dusk Bell Church was haunted…

Slam…

At the regular meeting of Dusk Bell Church.

Matthew suddenly slammed the table and started cursing at the members.

“Are you guys joking?”

“Dusk Bell is a Hunter Organization; we are all hunters, specializing in hunting Evil Spirits, hunting Demon Spirits, hunting Demon Spirits!”

“And you’re telling me our headquarters is haunted?”

“Can someone give me an explanation, Tiquel, you speak!”

Before going into seclusion, Matthew had handed over all the affairs of Dusk Bell Church to Tiquel, who was also the one who had been monitoring Ryan.

At this moment, Tiquel stood up, shame-faced, and said with his head bowed, “Your Excellency, this matter does indeed sound unbelievable, but it seems that we are indeed haunted.”

“In the evenings, someone always hears footsteps in the corridor.”

“Going to the toilet, the water in the bowl always mysteriously turns black, as if someone had put in dye.”

“Most importantly, many odd and bizarre graffiti have appeared in our rooms, looking like the pranks of an abstract painter.”

Matthew angrily pointed at Tiquel and said, “Just because of this? You think it’s haunted? What if someone maliciously did this?”

Having said this, Matthew choked up.

Ever since the curse incident passed, Dusk Bell Church’s vigilance had been extraordinarily strict, and outsiders simply couldn’t get in except for the hunters.

It is no exaggeration to say that in terms of combat strength, Dusk Bell Church is outstanding among all forces.

Who could cause such a stir right under their noses?

At this point, Tiquel said with a bitter face, “Your Excellency, listen to me, I have suspected that it was the doing of other forces, but I haven’t been able to sleep well these past two days. At night, I feel like the entire church is full of people, and I hear all kinds of odd noises.”

“This morning before dawn, I woke up and went for a walk by the church door. I actually saw a person in a patient’s uniform standing at the church door. He said a few words to me, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye.”

“What else but haunting could explain what we’ve encountered?”

Matthew’s face darkened, and he scanned around and asked, “Have you all encountered this?”

“Yes, Your Excellency.”

Matthew then asked, “Tiquel, what exactly did that patient say to you?”

Tiquel replied with an odd look on his face, “The patient said, ‘Please stay away from my mansion because it belongs to my dearest woman. If you want to enter, you must have my permission.'”