Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 173 172, Dowqui

The midnight was silent and still.

Du Wei, with his pack on his back and his Black Umbrella open, hurried back in the direction he had come.

Once past the rusty wire fence area, he was considered to have left the city.

The emergencies he had imagined did not happen.

After all, though Du Wei had spent about eight hours in Massas City, the actual area he explored was not very large, and the Evil Spirits he encountered were all tricked into the streets.

Everything was as usual...

...

In the west of Massas City.

An hour later.

Du Wei arrived at a deserted roadside.

Looking around, everything was enveloped in darkness, deep and quiet.

The McLaren GT stood silently parked.

Du Wei took out the keys and swiped near the car door, and the scissor door automatically rose, the headlights also flashing briefly.

In the darkness, light always brought a sense of safety.

"Sigh..."

Exhaling a sigh of murky breath, Du Wei closed the Black Umbrella and sat in the car.

The backpack was placed in the passenger seat, easily within reach.

After closing the car door, he looked far off in the direction of Massas City once again. Explore more at empire

The whole city had sunk into darkness, its vague outlines not even visible, as if the entire city had been erased from the horizon.

Above the city, it was even stranger.

One could see the clouds, but they looked as if stained, dark and somber, like the harbinger of a coming storm, yet this situation had persisted for a long time, looking very eerie.

There was no rain, nor any abnormal events.

It seemed as though the city was still fermenting, and when it finally erupted, the horror would be indescribable.

Du Wei took a deep breath, withdrew his gaze, started the car, and left.

He had no wish to see the crisis in Massas City erupt, but at this stage, with his abilities, he was utterly incapable of resolving it and could only ensure his own safety.@@@@

Memory, personality, logic of thought, they were all exactly the same.

The greatest enemy of a person is themselves.

The person who knows oneself the best is none other than oneself, and for Du Wei, he was well aware of how terrifying Evil Spirit Du Wei was. In this intangible duel, he hadn't won, and Evil Spirit Du Wei hadn't lost either.

"So who is the loser?"

Du Wei snorted coldly and floored the accelerator, speeding up and quickly turning onto a highway, Massas City receding further and further behind him until it vanished from sight.

...

Meanwhile,

Inside Massas City,

stood an old man, around 70 years old, his hair grizzled and slightly balding, wearing a priest's attire, his slightly hunched body motionless.

His name was Alvin Dowqui, one of the church's hunters, and unlike Du Wei, his transformation into the Evil Spirit had reached its limit.

The man's complexion was ashen, like that of a corpse, his whole body emanating a dreadfully chilly and menacing malice.

More like an Evil Spirit than the Evil Spirits themselves.

On the ground opposite him was a vast and seemingly bottomless pit.

The huge hole was about 100 meters squared, pitch-black, with faint howling sounds that could be heard from within, like the low weeping of evil spirits.

The deeper one looked, the more terrifying the urge to leap and plunge into the pit became.

But Alvin ignored this sensation. Beyond his appearance and name, the human characteristics he possessed were pitifully scarce, numb and lifeless, without a trace of emotion.

Just then, a series of regular footsteps suddenly echoed.

Accompanied by a hoarse and aged voice, "Alvin, although I knew the church would send you, I'm still surprised. You're now no different from an Evil Spirit; you shouldn't be involved in this matter."

Alvin slowly turned his head, his gaze as lifeless as ever, and looked behind him.

It was a "young man" in his forties, a massive scar starting from the middle of his forehead and spreading to the left side of his chin.

He had only one eye.

The scars looked as though they were inflicted by some sharp claws, and despite being old, they still glowed with an unnatural shade of red.

"Federer, it's been thirty years since you joined Dusk Bell and we last met; you haven't changed at all, which is truly enviable," Alvin said.

Perhaps seeing an old acquaintance, a hint of reminiscence and complexity flickered in Alvin's eyes, but it was just a hint and vanished as swiftly as it appeared.

He had lost his humanity...