Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 147 146. Tom's Anger

In the room.

The lights were still on.

After hearing Du Wei's words, Ruth didn't suspect some kind of prank, because she indeed felt an unusual chill at her back.

It was like standing near an air conditioner, that kind of bone-penetrating coldness, but not quite the same, since this chill was accompanied by a clear malice.

She didn't dare to turn around at all, and could only rush towards Du Wei.

This man was able to make the shadow merge into the darkness; the closer she got to him, the safer she surely would be.

In less than a second, Ruth had made the most correct assessment.

Unfortunately...

She hadn't managed to rush to Du Wei when the scarecrow in her hand instantly burst into ashes.

Then, she felt the scene before her eyes suddenly change.

Her point of view shifted to a bird's eye view, looking down from above.

Hovering...

Then, Ruth couldn't help but let out a scream, her voice filled with pain and ferocity.

She felt as if an invisible large hand was gripping her feet and head separately.

Upon seeing this, Du Wei quickly drew his hand out of his pocket, where it had been clutching a gun, and closed the door, peering through the peephole to observe the scene inside.

He saw Ruth's body freakishly levitating mid-air, twisting from head to toe as if being wrung out like a towel.

Blood spurted forth, splattering the ceiling and the ground everywhere.

The scene in his eyes turned a bloody red.

He knew that some blood had splattered onto the peephole, causing his vision to blur.

So, Du Wei stood outside the door and waited for a while.

Soon he heard a strange squelching sound.

Even without seeing clearly, Du Wei could imagine the horrifying scene happening inside the room.

He looked down at the three Cultist corpses in the corridor; two of the female bodies were twisted into pretzels, their heads had flown off.

The shadow seemed to be fixated on taking the heads after killing its victims.

If it were human, it must have a very strange collecting habit.

Du Wei lit a cigarette for himself and took a drag as he silently pondered in his mind.

"The Evil Spirit has killed three more people this time; it's likely to become more terrifying, but looking at the situation at home, it shouldn't cause any trouble for the time being," he thought.

"As for that Dagger... it definitely cannot be obtained by it before a way to deal with it is found."

As he spoke, Du Wei glanced at the darkness around him that was gradually receding, then took out a white cloth, wrapped up all the photographs of the Veda Sect followers, lit his lighter, and burned them all to ashes.

The Red Light District held a special meaning for Tom.

Without a girlfriend, he lingered there frequently. Now that he no longer had his beautiful neighbor as a target, he suddenly realized that taking down the Red Light District wasn't really in his best interest.

Well... although he had only been there once that month.

Symbolism over practicality.

The more Tom thought about it, the more upset he got, and he couldn't help but utter another "fuck!"

...

A few minutes later.

Inside the hotel.

Officer Tom reached the fifth floor of the stairs and looked with an anguished face at Du Wei, who was quietly smoking against the wall.

Then he felt even worse.

"Oh, my dearest friend, do you know how ridiculous it looked when the hotel manager saw us cops coming and got so scared he ducked down and hugged his head?"

Du Wei glanced at him and asked curiously, "Why do you say that?"

Tom sneered, "Because they know about the existence of the Cultists, fuck! These damned pests! They really should be taken out and shot!"

As he spoke, Tom looked at the corpse on the ground with disgust and asked for another cigarette from Du Wei when he reached him.

"You're practically a lady-killer. From what I've seen, wherever you show up, women seem to meet with misfortune. If I didn't know you're an Exorcist, and given that the ones who died this time were all vile Cultists, I'd think you did it on purpose."

Du Wei exhaled a puff of smoke and said lightly, "The Veda Sect conjured an Evil Corpse, hmm... it's that one in the raincoat, you better burn it. I can't ensure that there won't be any more problems either."

Tom frowned, "That thing is too weird; I saw it crawl out of the room in the hotel's surveillance footage, then it killed the other Cultists, and afterwards, the whole corridor went pitch black. What exactly happened at that time?"

After thinking, Tom added, "I only saw you enter the corridor and your figure smoking at the door. Can you tell me what happened exactly?"

Du Wei nodded, "Actually, there's not much to tell. Tonight, the Evil Corpse appeared at my place again. It didn't fight me, then left in a certain direction, and I followed it all the way here, then saw it disappear."

"So, I sat for a while in the couple's café across the street, and then, I noticed a body at one of the fifth-floor windows."

"After that, I went into the hotel, only to find the Evil Corpse committing murder, and it seemed that the Evil Spirit that probably had killed Roy also appeared here."

Tom pondered for a moment and said, "I think I understand. These ghost things are hard to comprehend. I don't know how you deal with them."

Du Wei exhaled another puff of smoke and said slowly, "I don't want to deal with them. If possible, I'd prefer to just run my clinic properly."

Tom sneered, "I don't think you're cut out to be a doctor."

Du Wei frowned, "What do you mean?"

Tom took a fierce drag on his cigarette and answered, "Because I think you're always in a bad mental state, you give off a very oppressive feeling, or rather, very indifferent. I've been reading some psychology books lately, buddy, you're under a lot of stress."

Suddenly, as if Tom had thought of something, he chuckled, "I have a way to relieve stress, do you want to try it?"

Du Wei looked at him, was silent for a while, then turned and walked away.

"No need, I have a girlfriend..."