Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 164 163, Evil Spirit Squad

"I seem to have found a way to safely reach that street..."

After making eye contact with the Evil Spirit Squad, Du Wei acutely felt the chill behind him was suddenly suppressed, and the ghost was quivering madly, silently crumbling apart.

It seemed that once these Evil Spirits assembled into a squad, they weren't much weaker than the terrifying highway that extended on its own.

However, the chill hadn't disappeared.

Under the state of Spirit Vision, countless gazes in the darkness were still tightly fixed on him.

Similarly...

The Evil Spirit Squad had also set their sights on Du Wei.

Especially the female student leading them, holding the Black Umbrella.

Her face was pale, her gaze vacant with intense malice and ferocity.

It seemed... as if she had seen an archenemy.

Seeing this, Du Wei fell silent.

He didn't stop the bike but was contemplating a question in his mind.

Evil Spirits that bore a grudge against him seemed to all be in Massas City. In a sense, he was a bomb, deadly upon contact.

However, most likely, those people would not have reached him before he would have been killed by an Evil Spirit.

But if he could ensure that the Evil Spirits did not kill him, the situation would take a strange turn.

With this thought, Du Wei suddenly had an idea.

He felt he no longer needed to explore Massas City.

A trap needs certain things.

First is the bait, then the surrounding environment, and lastly the trap itself.

And the prey was the Bald Man from the Dusk Bell Church.

What was known was that he could sense Du Wei's location through another Joker Card.

So now the question arose.

He was the bait, the Evil Spirits were the trap, and the environment could be set on that street.

Perfect...

Thinking this, a strange glint flickered in Du Wei's eyes.

He accelerated the bicycle, not making any turns, heading straight for the Evil Spirit Squad.

All the Evil Spirits and corpses lifted their heads, watching him quietly, their formation neat without a hint of disorder, their pace unhalting.

On this road.

One end held Du Wei on the bike, with a ghost clinging tightly to the Black Umbrella, and the other end was the long line of the Evil Spirit Squad.

The two sides were about to clash.

And Du Wei was accelerating the speed of their encounter.

As he neared the collision.

He abandoned the bike and jumped off, rolling twice on the ground to dissipate the great impact.

"Huff..."

After catching his breath, Du Wei stood up and propped up the Black Umbrella.

The Evil Spirit Squad kept a dead gaze on him, their eyes not moving in the slightest.

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Du Wei's expression remained unchanged as his Right Hand went directly into an Evil Spirit Transformation, and he continued to speak to the girl with the Black Umbrella, "While I hold the Black Umbrella, you and this highway can't kill me in a short time. Let's gamble. I'll be the banker."

"The winner takes all, the loser loses everything. That's fair."

"If you don't speak up, I'll take it as your agreement."

As his words fell.

The entire Evil Spirit Squad paused, unprecedented malice causing fine sweat to form on Du Wei's forehead.

On the Joker Card, the image of himself in the tailcoat twisted its head, its eyes growing more and more peculiar.

Du Wei knew the gamble could not take place.

But this wasn't his first time engaging in an Evil Spirit gamble; he had anticipated this situation and still intentionally spoke as such only to play a game of words.

He was still the banker.

He made the rules, and the power of the Joker Card drove the establishment of the gamble.

As long as he found the balance between the stakes and the rules, the gamble would take place.

This was cheeky...

So, Du Wei pointed to the mask on his face and said, "The rule is whether you can take off the mask I am wearing on my face. I can't actively remove the mask, making the rule void, nor can I use outside force to stop you. But you can only make a move once. If you lose, I will take your place, and if I lose, I will lose everything and die at your hands."

"I bet you can't take off the mask."

In an instant.

The scene before Du Wei's eyes changed suddenly, dense black lines began to emerge on the body of the Evil Spirit girl with the Black Umbrella.

His own body, in contrast, was almost wrapped in black lines.

The stakes were not equal.

The rules of the gamble were not that fair either.

Du Wei's eyes took on an odd look, and he said calmly, "Then, let the gamble begin."

After he spoke.

The Evil Spirit with the Black Umbrella immediately took action, reaching out her hand slowly towards the mask on Du Wei's face, while the rest of the Evil Spirits exuded a terrifying malice.

At that moment, the Black Umbrella trembled uncontrollably and closed on its own.

But Du Wei could not use any outside force to stop the Evil Spirit; he was even unable to use things like a lighter.

However, his eyes remained calm, like a secluded spring deep in the mountains, profound and tranquil.

One second, two seconds...

Her hand had moved inside the Black Umbrella, already grasping the mask on Du Wei's face.

With a gentle tug, it was taken off.

But at that moment.

Du Wei reached into his backpack and took out another mask without facial features, placing it on his face.

Winning and losing were the keys.

Whether the mask could be removed was the rule that determined the outcome.

But now, there was still a mask on his face.

The Evil Spirit could only make one move.

"Sorry, I win..."