Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 222 221, that's it?

Thud...

Another gunshot rang out.

Du Wei stepped emotionlessly over the body as he left the room.

His gaze swept the surroundings.

In the darkness, many human silhouettes were approaching him.

There were six in total.

"If I'm not wrong, you must all be things that the Evil Spirit copied from me."

"Let's just call you dolls for now."

"But I have to ask, do you really think you can kill me with just these imitators? Aren't you underestimating me?"

There was a trace of impatience in his tone.

Without the Evil Spirit making a move, there was no way mere dolls could kill him.

He didn't carry a gun just to protect himself from the Evil Spirit.

Du Wei glanced coldly at the remaining six dolls, which were dressed just like him, and turned to head downstairs.

The current situation was.

Unfathomable events were occurring in the hotel, while the Evil Spirit lurked in the shadows.

And that Mrs. Mary Shaw could very well be one of these dolls.

Of course.

Whether she was a doll or not, Du Wei no longer wanted to continue playing with the Evil Spirit.

He was willing to risk danger to achieve his goal, even if he had to orchestrate it himself.

But that didn't mean he liked being in a passive position.

Although he didn't understand why the Evil Spirit was acting so oddly,

Du Wei's goal had always remained the same—to resolve the situation and leave safely.

However...

To Du Wei's surprise, as he walked downstairs, the dolls didn't move but watched him with dead, eerie eyes.

"Are you waiting for me to make a mistake? Or have I not triggered your killing mechanism yet?"

His tone was cold, but he was speaking to the Evil Spirit that had yet to appear before him.

The dolls didn't make a move, and he didn't fire his gun again.

Because if he ran out of bullets, he would have to resort to fighting with a knife or his bare hands.

Which meant he'd be in even more danger.@@@@

Just as.

When Du Wei reached the staircase, he stopped, his face turning very ugly.

Because down below, in the lobby,

Those standing in the hall downstairs, or rather the dolls, were all staring fixedly at him, marching step by step towards him.

Heavy footsteps echoed in the hallway as well.

The six dolls that mimicked him were also closing in.

An inevitable death.

But the more this was the case.

The calmer Du Wei became, and his whole demeanor turned chillingly cold, with his right hand emanating a hair-raising chill.

The transformation brought about by Evil Spirit Transformation was not just the ability to directly touch Evil Spirits, but it was more reflected in the mental state.

The absolute rationality brought about by the loss of humanity.

All emotions were suppressed; positive or negative emotions simply did not exist for Du Wei.

The more it was like this.

The calmer he was, and he went over all his experiences since coming to Yard City in his mind.

Dolls, Evil Spirits that never kill directly, and the surreal and horrific scenes.

Everything seemed to be a trap, pushing him into a corner.

The Evil Spirit clinging to his back could even ignore something like the Black Umbrella.

Other things might be completely useless as well.

There was no more unsolvable dilemma than this... Read exclusive chapters at My Virtual Library Empire

But Du Wei precisely detected a hint of a slip-up.

If Evil Spirits could go to such lengths, why didn't it just kill him directly instead of having the dolls deal with him?

Was it to toy with him, or was it that it simply couldn't kill him directly and had to rely on dolls?

Du Wei inclined towards the latter.

As for the two versions of the nursery rhymes, he didn't believe either of them.

Thus.

Without any hesitation, Du Wei turned his head and immediately confronted an indescribable beauty.

It had no facial features, no hair, and one couldn't determine its gender.

But when Du Wei saw it, without any logic, he was certain its face was the most beautiful and perfect.

In the moment he turned.

The singing abruptly stopped.

But the steps of the dolls quickened, and one had already ascended the stairs and reached behind Du Wei.

However.

Du Wei paid them no mind, only staring intently at the Evil Spirit in front of him, his eyes calm to a disturbing degree.

"I know why you are doing this. It's because I don't satisfy your murder mechanism, so no matter what you do, you can't kill me directly."

"So, how should I address you, Evil Spirit Mary Shaw? Or Perfect Doll?"