Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 171 170. Manufacture Evil Spirit

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Flames consumed the wooden crutch, its fragments emitting slight crackling sounds.

The large bloodstains had settled and were no longer flowing.

Nearly an hour had passed since Du Wei had made his move.

Even though he was quite familiar with dissecting corpses, an experience that had become second nature to him, as time passed, he inevitably felt the effects of the influence of the street.

His movements gradually slowed down.

Every time he held the dagger to the corpse's face, slicing along the edges, there was always some resistance.

And throughout the process, the corpse kept trembling eerily, making this bizarre dissection even more troublesome.

However, for Du Wei, everything was still under control.

As the final cut fell and he felt no more obstruction from the tip of the dagger,

things were almost over.

Watching the trembling of the corpses becoming fainter, Du Wei calmly said to himself, "It seems there's still some time left, but I can't wait much longer, at most ten minutes, I must leave this place."

He was not safe now, in fact, he was in great danger, with one foot already in a deadly situation.

The street was an eerie place.

If there were shadows, one could move around within the confines of the street, but once inside, no matter where one walked, they would end up back in the same place.

As time passed, the lag between shadow and body grew greater.

In the end, even with the existence of a shadow, there could be no movement at all.

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This damned place was an insoluble trap that could even confine an Evil Spirit.

Of course...

During the day, Du Wei had already found a way to leave, to make his shadow disappear.

But that was during the day...

Day and night are two completely different concepts.

In the absence of light at night, one would be completely engulfed in darkness, and shadows would cease to exist.

However, eerily, without a shadow, once one entered, their body would become unable to move.

To create a shadow would lead to the same deadlock one faced during the day.

So the best thing to do to leave was to wait...

And wait for daybreak with the Evil Spirit.

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That's under the assumption that the delay between shadow and body due to the passage of time is overlooked.

The entire face of the body was a bloody mess.

Suppressing his instinctive revulsion, Du Wei expressionlessly used his Evil Spirit-transformed Right Hand to separate the face from the mask and then placed the mask back onto the corpse's faceplate.

Then, holding the umbrella in his left hand, he held a mirror flat facing the body.

For a moment, the reflection in the mirror was that of the body, its face covered by the featureless mask.

The Evil Spirit had not yet fully emerged, but the eerie sensation intensified.

But Du Wei paid no heed, directly placing the face on top of the mirror.

The scene in the mirror changed remarkably.

It showed a mutilated body, its face cruelly stripped away but not masked, seemingly out of sync with reality.

Outside the mirror, the body still wore the white mask.

This vision was unnervingly grotesque, the gravity of it almost suffocating.

It was as if a ritual was being conducted.

Or rather, the mechanism used to swap faces with the Evil Spirit Du Wei was presenting itself in another form at this moment.

The Evil Spirit was not taking over the body through the mask; instead, the body was transforming into an Evil Spirit.

The only difference was that Du Wei had preemptively removed its face.

Drip, drip...

Thick blood dripped from Du Wei's Right Hand onto the body.

Immediately afterward, a chilling, hair-raising aura of terror burst forth from the body.

Du Wei looked down expressionlessly.

The body below still wore the featureless mask, yet the blood, which should have been thickening and even clotting, bizarrely began to boil.

Suddenly, Du Wei felt a sharp pain in his heart, and his body began to stiffen. Find your next read at empire

The Evil Spirit was born... And at the moment of its birth, all its malice and bitterness locked onto Du Wei.

In life, they were archenemies, and this relationship did not change in death.

However, the next second.

Du Wei covered the face onto the mirror directly.

The face-swapping began.

And that resentful malice, as if struck by a heavy blow, abruptly stalled, significantly weakened.

Then, a scene completely at odds with reality unfolded.

Du Wei's Right Hand clutched the face and slowly pressed it into the mirror, covering the face of the corpse within.

After doing all this, he looked down at the masked corpse and said calmly, "Outside the mirror, you wear a mask and become an Evil Spirit. But inside the mirror, you have no mask. Instead, I have swapped on a new face for you."

"Now, do you know if you are inside the mirror, or outside?"