Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 169 168, Pit... (Please vote for the monthly ticket)

A pitch-black night.

A bald man dressed in a priest's attire walked slowly under the veil of darkness.

In his hand, he pinched a Joker Card that depicted himself in a tailcoat, but the rest of the scene was different from Du Wei's card.

Du Wei's card had a forest background, complete with the moon and evil wolves.

But this one only featured a palace.

The bald man in tailcoat stood at the entrance of the palace, with an uncountable number of hands grabbing onto the door's edge, but two hands rested on his shoulders.

...

Looking at the scene on the card, the bald man whispered softly.

"Each time this Joker Card is used, one hand will detach from the edge of the door. The so-called wish fulfillment can actually be understood as a transaction; though the ways wishes come true are quite bizarre, it still works much better than the other card."

"And as for the Evil Spirit gamble, hehe, it's only when you lose that you realize what despair truly means."

"However, having obtained another card, I need to head back to Switzerland immediately; otherwise, when the Old Church hunters start dealing with those things underground, something bad might happen."

While he spoke, the bald man walked to a spot about a hundred meters away from the street.

What seemed odd to him was that fog had appeared in front of him at some unknown time.

And with Spirit Vision, the bald man saw many ghosts standing within the fog, spaced at intervals, motionless as if waiting for something.

"Is this the obstacle you've set up for me? Laughable..."

The bald man showed a sarcastic smile, instantly noticing the presence of those ghosts.

However, with a Joker Card in his possession, and as a hunter, the threat of ghosts was pitifully small to him.

Next.

He stepped forth, and pulled out a flashlight...

The flashlight was silver-white, looking like an antique from the turn of the century.

Soon.

He stepped into the fog...

Huh...@@@@

An inexplicable gust of wind blew through, causing the fog to churn.

The ghosts that were stationary in the fog all turned their heads at that instant and waved to him.

There was no malice, but it was eerily frightening.

The bald man emotionlessly turned on his flashlight.

The light shone on the ghosts, causing all of them to stiffen.

"I must say, you're quite a disappointment..."

"If it weren't for the fact that I can't kill you directly through a wish, I wouldn't bother playing these tedious hunting games with you."

His flashlight could deal with Evil Spirits.

Light shining on an Evil Spirit would make it stiffen and unable to move.

Of course, it could only restrain less terrifying Evil Spirits; some far more horrendous ones could even ignore the flashlight's effect.

But it was more than enough to handle ghosts.

If combined with his Evil Spirit Transformation ability, in a sense, neither humans nor Evil Spirits posed much of a threat to him.

The Bald Man turned his head and glanced at the ghosts, his entire being entering into Evil Spirit Transformation.

His demeanor changed dramatically.

His eyes turned deathly and cold, devoid of the slightest hint of humanity.

Most of his body appeared to be covered in a layer of shadow.

The ghosts that drew near him all paused, tilted their heads, and opened their mouths wide.

But they seemed to sense something and did not take another step forward.

The Bald Man directly took out the Joker Card and said in a chilling tone, "I wish to be rid of these ghostly things."

On the Joker Card, the man standing at the palace gates in a tailcoat showed an odd smile, and one of the hands clutching the gate's edges slowly let go, grabbing his shoulder.

But suddenly...

Blood spurted from the Bald Man's nose, mouth, and eye sockets.

He looked incredulously at the Joker Card and snarled, "Are you sure that if I walk in there, I'll be able to leave this place? That man should be inside too, right? Why hasn't he freed himself?"

The him on the Joker Card smiled even more strangely.

Each Joker Card contained a fragment of an Evil Spirit.

The more one relied on its power, the easier it was to sink into corruption.

In the gamble, whether you win or lose, the Evil Spirits are always the ultimate beneficiaries.

Wishing was a trade, and while the realization of a wish happened, its process could not be decided by man.

The Bald Man had used the Joker Card before; he was all too aware that the wishes he made would be fulfilled, but the outcome and process would never be quite as he imagined.

So, grinding his teeth and with eyes full of murderous intent and coldness, he followed the connection between the Joker Cards and charged directly towards Du Wei's location.

Two minutes later.

The Bald Man walked through the fog and entered the streets.

Upon arrival, he saw a man wearing a cracked mask and suit staring at him.

Around were bone powder and something resembling a walking stick burning.

The firelight cast a tall shadow of the masked man, which eerily seemed to be in trouble, shaking as if trying to do something, but the shadow beneath it remained calm.

It was as if there was a delay.

Behind him were many Evil Spirits holding Black Umbrellas and Exorcists dressed in Priest's attire, and further back, there appeared to be three more Evil Spirits.

A faint mist was emerging in the streets.

With Spirit Vision active, the Bald Man frowned; he felt that the man's state was very off, not seeming like a person but more like an Evil Spirit.

"Have you already turned into an Evil Spirit? Strange, who are you exactly? An Exorcist from the Church or one of those madmen from the Veda Sect?"

Danger flashed in the Bald Man's eyes as he took out a flashlight and shone it on the Evil Spirits.

All the Evil Spirits stiffened and did not move.

Then, he took a step forward, his expression turning very ugly.

"Resistance..."

The Bald Man waved his hand and suddenly noticed that under the flashlight's illumination, his shadow seemed to be delayed, although it wasn't very obvious at the moment.

"So this is why you can't move, but unfortunately for you, I don't care. I've already made a wish with the Joker Card, knowing there has to be a way for me to escape from here."

"Now, let me send you to hell."