Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 100 100. Dead End (Please collect and recommend!)

in the hospital ward, the woman approached du wei, her face full of anxiety, "exorcist sir, do you now believe what i've said?"

du wei knew that she was referring to her identity and the fact that everyone had been drawn into a dream.

on these two points.

du wei hadn't found any logical problems, of course, this was under the assumption that everything the woman said was true.

marilyn manson might have indeed unearthed her sister's head, causing the situation to escalate to this point.

and that head was very likely the head of the nun.

based on this, then everything made sense.

du wei was someone tainted with the curse of the nun, and he was all too familiar with that nightmarish experience.

previously, simply based on a memory produced by the dream, he could jump to reality, transforming into a nun.

so, stemming from the nun as a medium — that head.

after its abnormalities, influencing reality through dreams, with entering the mental asylum as the trigger, and nightfall as the beginning of everything, wasn't incomprehensible.

even more so, by deducing from the timeline, the mental asylum was already problematic before he came into contact with curse inscribed with the letters val...

because at that time, marilyn manson had just dug out her sister's head.

however, there was one point, if the head was her sister's, wouldn't that mean her sister was the cursed nun?

or perhaps neither?

du wei had a headache...

even he, without sufficient information, couldn't see into the buried past.

he sighed silently in his heart and decided not to ponder these questions anymore. instead, he turned to the woman and said, "your words do sound credible, and about being in a dream, it aligns with the conclusions i've drawn."

the woman breathed a sigh of relief and said, "thank you, exorcist sir, for believing me in such a situation, i'm very moved."

du wei glanced at her and discreetly put his exorcist certification badge into his pocket, while also gripping his handgun. when he had previously dissected ryan's body, he had not put the safety on...

then, he calmly said, "you're welcome, i only believe in my own judgement. so, mrs. taylor, do you know how to leave the mental asylum?"

after all, being drawn into the dream of a malevolent entity wasn't something desirable.

because it meant the so-called rules were meaningless, as they could change at any time along with the dreamscape.

mrs. taylor shook her head, "i do not know; there have been those who tried to leave the asylum and were never seen again."

du wei pondered for a moment and thought: to be pulled into marilyn manson's dream, the only requirement seemed to be entering the hospital, and the hospital seemed safe during the day, with dangers appearing only at night.

her existence within the dream was impossible to kill. your journey continues at empire

even more so, he suspected that by that time, everything would go beyond being just a dream, and could very likely become reality.

with that in mind, du wei puzzledly asked, "if her body has been burned, why is there still a head left?"

"that's not important, is it? besides, you can't escape anyway..."

in an instant, mrs. taylor's face contorted viciously, and unknowingly, she had grabbed a sharp piece of glass and raised it high, thrusting it towards du wei's neck.

"die! if you die, i can get out!"

upon hearing this, du wei's calm eyes did not waver, and he quickly stepped back, ready for this.

he pulled out a pistol and pointed it directly at mrs. taylor's forehead.

"it appears you know the way out?"

mrs. taylor's face froze, then twisted several times, grinding her teeth viciously, "you're carrying a gun with you?"

du wei responded indifferently, "and why not?"

a reluctant mrs. taylor said, "you trickster, you never believed me from the beginning? you've been on guard against me all this time?"

du wei looked at her calmly and said coldly, "you were too excited when you found out i was an exorcist. you should have been in a state of despair, because according to what you originally said, once you enter the dream, no one can escape."

"moreover, i only believe what i see, hear, come across and encounter. you're a stranger; even if what you say is the truth, i'll only trust your words, not you."

...

"i see, you remind me of a doctor of cannibalistic ogre i used to know, who, like you, only believed in themselves."

mrs. taylor began to chuckle malevolently, accepting her fate as she retreated and curled up in a corner.

"but you can't leave the dream," she said, revealing one eye and speaking in a mocking tone, "killing the newcomer allows for a chance to escape, but can you find someone newer than you?"

"even if you can find someone, can you leave before the ritual is complete?"

suddenly, with her last word, an indescribable terror filled the entire mental hospital.

a thunderous boom resounded with a crackling burst.

the whole view became intensely bright for a moment, as if it was daytime.

with an extremely grim expression, du wei turned his head to look outside the door.

through the window, he saw a bolt of lightning strike the top of the bell tower.

above it, a hunched figure, unrecognizable in face, leapt down from the top.

the so-called ritual, was complete...