Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 110 Masked Evil Spirit (Revised)

the interior of the bus was still dimly lit.

the female evil spirit, wrapped in bandages, walked directly to the second-to-last row, and at this moment, du wei noticed that its gaze lingered on the empty seat in the middle for a while.

the purpose was unclear...

it seemed as if it wanted to sit there.

but du wei knew that wasn't the case, because what it wanted to do now was to kill.

then, the bandaged female evil spirit mechanically turned around, facing the twin sisters.

merri was startled; she sat on the outside while her sister was seated by the window, so to her, this woman wrapped in bandages was extremely frightening.

moreover, ever since she got on the bus, she couldn't shake off a feeling of dread.

emily felt the same, her eyes full of wariness, holding her sister in her arms and even trying to shield her behind her body.

she intended to scold the other party, but before she could speak, the next scene left her voiceless.

the bandaged female had gently placed her hands on merri's chin, one on each side, in an upward cradling gesture.

merri was terrified, but what frightened her even more was that she found herself completely unable to control her own body, unable to move or speak.

a dead silence...

then, emily saw her sister's head being removed, and the neck area seemed like the smoothest mirror, faintly revealing the blood flowing within.

even more so, she saw the bandaged woman hold merri's head to her chest, then as if considering something, slowly placed it on her own head.

with a gentle push.

merri's head was forcefully embedded into the female evil spirit's head, while the bandages wound around it, securing it in place.

the expression on that face also changed from horror to calm.

emily was completely stupefied, her expression froze, her body rigid.

she wanted to scream, but she lost all control.

the bandaged evil spirit didn't stop there; it methodically, like dismantling blocks, took apart merri's body and attached it to itself.

when all the steps were complete, it had completely transformed.

except for some parts of its body wrapped in bandages, from the front, it looked just like merri, only from the back you could see the swollen bandages wound around.

after doing all this, it set its gaze on emily but didn't make a move. instead, it sat where merri had been sitting, quietly looking forward as if it were a passenger waiting to get off the bus.

sitting in the last row, du wei witnessed everything that had happened.

it was james who spoke; he gripped an old-fashioned camera, his gaze shifting away from the screen, his body couldn't stop trembling,

on the screen, he saw a head, blackened by flames and carbonized skin, stuffed into the crucifix, replacing its head.

homier, furious behind him, said, "this is sacrilege..."

harry's expression was also grim; although he wasn't trained as an exorcist by the church from a young age, he grew up immersed in it, and felt a certain anger deep inside.

thus, he said coldly, "james, have you noticed anything else unusual?"

james shook his head, "no, smash the statue, take out the head inside, and seal it in the box. du wei must need our help now."

harry nodded, carefully pouring holy water over his hands, then grabbed a chair from beside him and smashed it towards the statue.

boom...

the head of the statue broke off on cue and fell heavily to the floor.

the chair shattered as well, leaving only the chair leg firmly grasped by harry.

after the dust settled,

harry held the chair leg in one hand and the rope that could counter evil spirits in the other, stepping forward to examine.

he intended to scrape away the clay wrapping the head, because otherwise it wouldn't fit into the box.

seeing this, james and homier also got the box ready and surrounded the scene.

but as harry uncovered the head from the clay of the statue, he was horrified to find—the carbonized head had opened its eyes.

cold, malicious...

as harry locked eyes with it, a severe throbbing pain instantly surged through his head, his vision turned into a blur of red, and he could hardly see anything.

...

11:48.

the bus slowly came to a stop.

looking out through the bus window, du wei found the scene eerily familiar.

this was an old poverty-stricken area, with decrepit streets and only a few sparse houses roundabout, looking deserted.

large puddles on the ground, and a man dressed in a proper black suit, wearing a white mask without features and a lapel pin made of gold, extravagantly and finely crafted on his chest, stood looking up at du wei while leaning on a cane.

even in the rain, his posture was elegant.

du wei's gaze turned cold; wearing a mask himself, he instinctively felt an intense dislike for this familiar "passenger."