Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 249 248, really scary

Within the psychological consulting clinic.

The shadow was trying to fight against Du Wei, who had put on the mask.

Its body, except for the head and the hand that was being grabbed, had already dissolved entirely into the shadows.

If no miracle happened, there was nothing for it but death.

And within the psychological consulting clinic.

No miracles existed.

The attitude displayed by the Antique Clock was such that it always stood by Du Wei's side, regardless of whether its purposes were good or evil.

And Annabelle was trapped within the display cabinet, completely powerless to resist.

No Evil Spirit could help the shadow.

The white mask edged closer and closer to the shadow's face, and during this process, the Dagger too honed in on its target.

If it weren't for Du Wei feeling an inexplicable force resisting him, invisible to the naked eye, he would have already put the mask on the shadow's face.

With the abilities of Evil Spirit Du Wei, he was, relatively speaking, more than just a cut below.

It was like playing a video game with a borrowed Gold Tier account, never able to match up to the original account holder.

"It doesn't matter much..."

With a cold tone, Du Wei slowly said to the shadow, "Resistance is futile, our positions, from the moment I became a hunter, have been thoroughly reversed."

By now, he had Pennywise that he could utilize, and although the shadow was very useful at times, it was not too controllable.

Moreover, it always wanted to kill him.

Turning it into a controllable Masked Evil Spirit was indeed the best solution.

The shadow still didn't give up, it continued to struggle, its entire head crazily stretching backwards like a snake, refusing to let Du Wei put the mask on it.

This was making Du Wei a bit impatient.

Most importantly, he found that the longer he wore the mask, the more he felt an addictive sensation, not wanting to take it off.

He quickened the pace of putting the mask on the shadow.

Click...

The mask covered the shadow's face, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.

The next second.

An anomaly occurred.

The part of the shadow's body that had dissolved, as if severed, blended directly into the shadows and vanished without a trace.

The only remaining part of it, the head, now wore the mask, eerily motionless.

It was neither floating nor falling.

It was as if its body was still there, just turned invisible.

Du Wei looked at this scene and muttered to himself, "Did you abandon part of your body? Are you still alive, or have I failed?"

"No, that's not right, after putting on the mask, there's no way I could fail."

"With a head, with a face, I should be able to create a Masked Evil Spirit..."

He shook his head, deciding to proceed.

So the issue must be with the shadow itself.

It had given up its head but had not actually died.

Which meant, he only obtained the Evil Spirit's face, not the true Evil Spirit.

Du Wei glanced at the head he was holding in his left hand.

In fact, what he was holding was the mask, because the shadow's head was just a shadow, untouchable by anything except the Evil Spirit Transformed right hand.

It was without substance.

With this thought, Du Wei suddenly chuckled softly, "If I were the shadow, then I could swap faces for myself..."

As the words fell,

he directly donned the featureless mask on his own face.

The head of the shadow overlapped with his own head.

In an instant,

Cold malice washed over Du Wei's will like a tide.

But other than feeling a bit chilly, he was unaffected.

Thump thump thump...

Thump thump thump...

A mechanical and rhythmic knocking sounded, and the bathroom door was being rapped upon.

A silhouette without a head stood outside the door; it mechanically knocked, its horrific aura growing stronger.

Crack...

The mirror in the bathroom, as if unable to bear this oppression, began to crack down the middle.

Finally, with a loud bang,

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The shattered pieces of glass scattered everywhere, and the lightbulb in the bathroom also exploded.

The floor was littered with glass shards.

The knocking sound suddenly ceased.

In his place,

Du Wei slowly removed the two masks from his face.

First was the one without features, which now exhibited a peculiar change; where eyes should not be, they were burnt out like scalded by great fire, forming two hollow voids.

Then there was the original mask.

Smooth and clean.

Du Wei noticed that the cracks that were originally there were slowly disappearing, and if the two masks were not inherently different, it would be easy to confuse one with the other.

"It seems that as long as I use the powers of Evil Spirit Du Wei, the mask's rate of repair will speed up."

"Once the cracks disappear completely, it is likely to reappear," he estimated.

Du Wei took a deep breath and flung open the door of the bathroom.

But his head seemed somewhat blurry, as if it had been shrouded in a layer of shadow...