Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 203 202, Meme

In the torrential rain.

Du Wei's body froze, his right hand, transformed by the Evil Spirit, grasped the neck of the Pennywise Clown, pinning it down firmly.

The white cloth used to deal with the Evil Spirit had already covered most of its body.

It continued to snicker in a low voice, emitting a sharp, hee-hee sound.

And on the other side,

The Evil Spirit Du Wei, wearing a ghostly white mask, took steps towards him.

Even in the state of Spirit Vision, Du Wei didn't feel any malice.

But the extreme pressure hit Du Wei's heart heavily with each step it took.

The other evil spirits crowded around it, pressing nearer to Du Wei.

At that moment,

From Annabelle to the nun, the shadow, the Evil Spirit Squad, all the evil spirits followed behind the Evil Spirit Du Wei.

It was terrifying to an excessive degree...

As clever as Du Wei was, so was it.

Given this premise, its nature was that of an Evil Spirit.

There wasn't any evil spirit that could elicit such instinctual vigilance and caution from Du Wei.

Only oneself truly understands oneself.

Likewise,

The very thing one fears the most is also oneself.

"So, are you afraid of me?"

The Evil Spirit Du Wei suddenly stopped, let out a soft chuckle—not sinister or cold, but rather with a hint of gentleness.

This tone of voice contained a strong psychological suggestion, making it all too easy to let one's guard down and unconsciously follow the other's train of thought.

It looked at Du Wei.

Du Wei also looked at it.

As their eyes met,

Du Wei remained expressionless, his demeanor icy, more like an evil spirit than the actual Evil Spirit.

In contrast, the Evil Spirit Du Wei seemed more human than he did.

"Aren't you afraid of me, too?"

Du Wei, facing his other self, spoke calmly.

But the Evil Spirit Du Wei just laughed, slowly raising its hand and removing its mask.

Immediately afterwards, a pale face was revealed.

"Seeing another version of oneself is quite a peculiar feeling; it's like looking into a mirror—the outside is you, the inside is me, but now I have emerged from that mirror."

"You are nowhere near the level of my evil spirit self."

"Even when facing death, I remain calm, but facing you, do you think I'll be afraid?"

After saying that, Du Wei turned his head away, no longer looking at it, and covered the Pennywise Clown completely with the white cloth, wrapping up the red balloon with it as well.

Soon.

A clown's silhouette appeared under the white cloth, ferocious and frightening.

If the white cloth were used against the shadow, it probably wouldn't be effective at all.

Because it was already horrific enough on its own.

The more people it killed, the more dangerous it became.

But Pennywise Clown was different.

In a way, it was the nemesis of the Exorcist, as long as you had a mental weakness or something you feared, it would become incredibly powerful.

But for Du Wei, Pennywise Clown was the weakest evil spirit in the world, comparable to the face of the woman who had died during the face-changing mechanism.

Du Wei was its nemesis...

Pennywise Clown struggled frantically, but its strength grew weaker and weaker, and its silhouette started to collapse, shrinking more and more.

Behind him.

The other evil spirits stared fixedly at Du Wei, one after another, reaching out toward his neck.

But each evil spirit was gradually dimming, including the so-called Evil Spirit Du Wei.

But the next second.

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The body of Evil Spirit Du Wei tensed as if infused with a new source of power, and it suddenly twisted its neck, straightened up, and looked hollowly and lifelessly at the other evil spirits.

"I like quiet..."

It said so, its tone completely different from before, still elegant, but somehow different.

At the same time.

It reached towards the evil spirits with a vain grasp.

Then, all the evil spirits, from Annabelle to the Nun and the shadowy fakes, let out piercing, harsh shrieks.

...Pop...

It was as if balloons were being burst.

The impostors twisted and vanished in the pouring rain.

And the mask on Du Wei's face also disappeared as if it had never been there.

But this did not make him lower his guard; instead, a chill ran down his spine, and his gaze grew even colder.

After a moment of thought, he quickly gathered up the white cloth, now just an outline of a balloon, turned around, and faced it eye to eye.

"What is this, a meme?"