Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 180 179. Emergency in the Clinic

Du Wei was unaware of the strange scene that had occurred in the ward.

Otherwise, when he saw that pair of eyes, he would have found them incredibly familiar.

Because the uncontrollable eyes of James, and his own, or rather, the eyes of the Evil Spirit Du Wei, were virtually identical.

And that cold feeling, it was even more closely associated with the Evil Spirit Du Wei...

...

He parked the car in front of the psychological clinic.

Checking his phone for the time, it showed just past 7 a.m., and he had the whole day to deal with his affairs.

The bishop sent by the church would arrive in North Brook District tomorrow.

He would need to cooperate with the investigation of the two bishops then.

But before that, he had to try and deal with Annabelle, as well as meet with the Evil Spirit Du Wei again.

He took out his keys and opened the door.

Inside, everything was as usual.

The Antique Clock still hung on the wall, its overlapping hands ticking rhythmically.

Annabelle, who had lost her bet, stayed obediently within the display cabinet, unable to leave on her own unless there was an external force acting upon her.

As for the shadow...

Du Wei glanced at the shadowy area near the staircase on the first floor.

In that place, a pair of bloodshot eyes quietly sunk into the shadows, disappearing from sight.

Now it was daytime...

And the Evil Spirits didn't like to act during the day.

Generally, the three Evil Spirits at home were only active at night and relatively quiet during the day.

Of course, if Du Wei wasn't carrying a backpack, holding a Black Umbrella now, the shadow would probably still be stubbornly trying to attack him, attempting to kill him.

This Evil Spirit was more paranoid than any others Du Wei had encountered.

With a snap...

Du Wei closed the door, and the light on the first floor dimmed slightly.

Yet the eyes of the shadow came out quietly from the staircase, firmly fixating on Du Wei.

That malicious gaze made no attempt to hide its intentions.

"However, I have not used the wish-granting Joker Card, so the figure on it doesn't just represent me, but also signifies the Masked Evil Spirit I created."

"The Masked Evil Spirit... it cannot come out from within, and in a certain sense, its safety is second only to the Black Umbrella and the lighter."

"And to deal with Annabelle, I'll need to utilize its power."

As he said this, Du Wei raised his eyebrows, pulled out a lighter from his pocket, and lit a cigarette for himself.

He had been under a lot of stress recently, and his smoking frequency had increased.

"Huh..."

He gently exhaled a puff of smoke.

Du Wei didn't let go of the lighter button; instead, he turned to look behind him.

In his line of sight were eyes filled with bloodshot veins.

It was the shadow...

But Du Wei's expression remained unchanged, with his right hand holding the lighter, his gaze serene.

"I could give you the chance to kill me, but the pity is, you're not capable of doing so," he said, his voice indifferent, obviously referring to his Evil Spirit clone.

The shadow was the Evil Spirit, of course it could not give Du Wei an answer.

One man, one Evil Spirit, they stared each other down.

The flame of the lighter burned more ferociously.

The shadow stood behind the sofa, staring fixedly at Du Wei who had turned to look at it; it seemed hesitant, but also wary of something.

The whole room fell into silence.

All that could be heard was the ticking of the clock hands.

As for Annabelle, it stayed motionless inside the curio cabinet, like a real doll.

After a long while.

The shadow slowly extended its hand towards Du Wei.

Malice erupted directly...

Du Wei, noticing the direction of the shadow's reaching hand, his gaze intensified.

He knew, this ghostly thing was planning to twist his head off. Continue your story on My Virtual Library Empire

Just as in Massas City, where it tried to twist off the head of the Evil Spirit Mike Stowe.

With that thought, Du Wei sneered, "Looks like before I deal with Annabelle, I'll have to use you for an experiment."

The next second, he directly picked up the featureless white mask and placed it upon his own face.