HBWnovel Chapter 271: 270, Du Wei is exhausted (Added for the Sect Leader Erha)
Chapter 271: 270, Du Wei is exhausted (Added for the Sect Leader Erha)
Chapter 271: 270, Du Wei is exhausted (Added for the Sect Leader Erha)
Rustle...
The sound of a mirror shattering rang in his ears.
The faint moonlight filtered through the clouds, casting mottled patterns on the ground.
Du Wei removed his mask expressionlessly and touched his head.
There was no wound.
But the feeling of having died once left him with lingering fear.
“I admit there was an element of gambling involved, but now I’ve won,” he said.
Du Wei sighed, looking up at the deep sky, his face weary.
Step by step, he walked towards the outskirts of the old district.
Along the way.
Every mirror had shattered completely, none intact.
Logically speaking, the Mirror Evil Spirit and the Evil Spirit Du Wei, could not come out again.
Of course...
Du Wei didn’t take Pennywise with him, in that situation, he had neither the opportunity nor the need to take an unrelated Evil Spirit.
This Evil Spirit was not as obedient as the shadow.
At the very least, once the killing mechanism was triggered, it would act without hesitation.
Even faced with the Evil Spirit Du Wei, it was just as headstrong.
“I hope Pennywise and the Evil Spirit Du Wei get along a bit better,” he quipped to himself.
Suddenly, Du Wei made a self-deprecating joke.
To him, this remark was indeed a form of self-mockery.
Pennywise had created those corpses, crossing a line that even Du Wei could not tolerate, regardless of whether he was the instigator.
The Evil Spirit Du Wei probably wanted to tear Pennywise’s heart out.
...
Not long after Du Wei left.
From the shadows of the old district.
A fit of violent coughing erupted.
In the darkness.
An indistinct figure crawled on the ground, struggling mightily to break free.
The bright moonlight shone on his face.
It was Hannibal.
He turned over and lay on the ground, breathing rapidly.
Before being pulled into the mirror, he had left behind a decoy Evil Spirit.
When he was killed by the Evil Spirit Du Wei for the last time, his power was triggered, sacrificing the Evil Spirit outside the mirror while he himself came out of the mirror in advance.
When he opened them again, they were filled with savagery.
He held his head with his remaining hand, speaking in great anguish, “I... I’m fine, don’t worry.”
Coral said warily, “You just lost control, your condition is very abnormal.”
James asked with difficulty, “What should I do.”
Coral responded, “We’re going back to the church now, you need a cleansing.”
James painfully nodded.
He wasn’t pretending; he was truly in a great deal of pain. His head was filled with an inexplicable echoing voice, almost whispering, completely inaudible, as though it was coming from a great distance.
Moreover, he felt that voice seemed to be compelling him to do something.
...
Elsewhere.
On a suburban highway in Scolyn City.
Du Wei was driving his McLaren GT towards the nearest motel.
Exhausted, the shadow that had been pressing on his heart dissipated a lot, having shaken off the threat of Evil Spirit Du Wei, he urgently needed rest.
He walked into the motel and after paying the deposit at the front desk, he shouldered his bag and went upstairs.
The room was clean and tidy.
With a creak.
Du Wei shut the door firmly, and the tranquility in the room relaxed his tense spirit. He slumped against the door and slowly sat down.
The floor was cool but solid.
A crunch.
The sound of something breaking came from his backpack.
This made Du Wei’s eyes widen in surprise; he exertively took off his backpack and unzipped it.
There were very few things inside, just two masks.
As for other items, such as the Dagger, Joker Card, lighter, and the Coin, he carried them on his person.
And now,
One of the two masks, the one that represented the masked Evil Spirit Du Wei, was completely shattered.
Du Wei gathered his spirits and thoughtfully reached out to grab a piece, gently crushing it to dust.
“This world has one less Masked Evil Spirit.”
He felt he should smile, but couldn’t make even the slightest expression.
Matching wits and battling with the Evil Spirit within himself sounded very intriguing, but every time he came close to dancing with death, the slightest misstep meant no return.
“Goodbye, evil spirit me...”
“No, it would be better if we never met again, for if there is a next time, I truly don’t know how to deal with you.”
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