Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 205 204. Explosion... (Added more for Alliance Leader)

June 1st, 1:20 PM.

North Brook District, Psychological Consultation Clinic.

Du Wei pushed the door open and walked in.

Everything inside was as usual.

The antique clock hung on the wall, its overlapping hands moving rhythmically, producing a mechanical ticking sound.@@@@

Annabelle lay motionless within the display cabinet.

It had been quite docile recently...

Only the shadow, as always, lurked in the unseen corners, staring intently at Du Wei.

It was very tenacious.

But when Du Wei put his backpack on the sofa, pulled the zipper, and took out something wrapped in white cloth, uncovering a red balloon, that malicious gaze suddenly halted.

There was now an additional evil spirit in the house.

Du Wei grasped the red string with his left hand and took out the joker card which he had received first with his right hand.

He walked straight to the antique clock and said indifferently, "Actually, I'd like to gamble with you."

Whoosh...

Oddly enough, a cold wind blew through...

The shadow in the corner hesitated for a moment, then slowly faded into the darkness, disappearing from sight.

Annabelle in the display cabinet slowly turned her head, meeting Du Wei's gaze precisely.

The antique clock alone, as if it were a normal clock, had no response.

Du Wei glanced at the joker card.

The face of himself in a tailcoat on the card was very gloomy.

The gamble did not come to fruition.

But Du Wei didn't feel surprised, he just wanted to test the antique clock; no response was the normal reaction, and a response would have indicated trouble brewing.

However, this allowed Du Wei to feel much more at ease.

His eyes carried a strange intensity as he looked at the red balloon in his left hand.

Under the state of spirit vision, the entire balloon exuded a sinister and terrifying vibe, red as blood, strikingly noticeable, and unavoidably invoking fear in those who saw it.

Within the balloon, the faint face of a clown could be seen, although it was very dim and hard to notice unless one looked carefully.

Looking at it, Du Wei said softly, "Since that's the case, let's make a bet, whether you lose or win, you'll get the antique clock. Beyond that, we won't add any more stakes."

"This poses no loss for you."

However.

Pennywise gave no response, devoid of fear to feed on, it didn't even possess the qualification to gamble.

Immediately.

Du Wei frowned slightly, despite having anticipated this outcome, when the gamble couldn't proceed, he was still quite disappointed.

As the words fell.

The hands of the Antique Clock on the wall stopped moving.

The Joker Card in his hand became incredibly cold, like a block of ice, making Du Wei subconsciously throw it away.

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"Click..."

"Click..."

"Click..."

The hands ticked one after the other, the sound was regular yet inexplicably creepy.

Du Wei suddenly turned around to look at the Antique Clock.

"This..."

His complexion immediately darkened; under the state of Spirit Vision, the entire Antique Clock radiated an extremely horrifying malice, like a tide overwhelming the sky, rushing towards him.

This malice was so purely disturbing that even the pressure from the nun he encountered at Hill Psychiatric Hospital wasn't as intense.

Annabelle inside the display cabinet trembled, twisting her head away as if in fear...

Accompanied by this oppressively intense aura growing stronger and stronger.

The hands began to move faster and faster.

The entire room plunged into darkness.

Click click click...

The sound grew louder.

Bang...

The red balloon Du Wei was holding in his left hand, as if unable to withstand the pressure, burst apart!

In the moment the red balloon burst.

The movement of the Antique Clock's hands instantly stopped.

Light returned to the room.

It was as if nothing had happened.

Du Wei slowly removed the mask on his face, his voice cold and devoid of any emotion, "It seems that apart from death, there's no way I can get rid of you."

"You hold the ring captive, and because of that ring, I am tainted with a curse, and I have also worn it once."

"Am I to understand that you are holding me captive?"

"So what exactly are you? Even if you aren't as fearsome as the source of the curse, you are at least as terrifying as a bus."

No response...

But Du Wei knew that his thinking was correct...

On the side.

The fragments of the burst red balloon began to float, as if alive, slowly piecing together bit by bit, but at a very slow pace.