HBWnovel Chapter 295: 293. Make a Wish Again (Added Update)
Chapter 295: 293. Make a Wish Again (Added Update)
Chapter 295: 293. Make a Wish Again (Added Update)
For Du Wei, he seriously despised the Veda Sect.
This cult was bloody-minded from start to finish, devoid of any shred of humanity.
Just like Tom said earlier, the cultists’ heads were filled with water, all a bunch of lunatics.
God knows what that group of crazy women could do.
Besides, if Du Wei had chosen a different power, he could have joined the Vanity Sect.
But he hadn’t, which made Hoddy’s invitation utterly untempting to him.
And...
Everything he said and did was purposeful.
Therefore, when Hoddy continued to attempt to lure Du Wei with words, he suddenly laughed, and the hand holding the flintlock gun that was pointed at Hoddy’s head moved away.
“It sounds like your offer is very tempting, seriously, I am a bit moved, but I think you should tell me your plan. We need a bit of trust between us, don’t we?”
While he spoke, those student Evil Spirits stood silently in the pouring rain.
They made no movements, just standing in silence.
Like statues.
Hoddy sighed with relief inwardly and quickly said, “Of course, I also think we need trust between us. Actually, my plan is quite simple. You have a way out, and I have the ability to protect us while we escape.”@@@@
“This painting is the key. It can temporarily blind all Evil Spirits, creating an opportunity for us to leave, but only I know how to use it.”
“So I can’t hand the painting over to you. What you need to do is help me destroy this flagpole, allowing me to escape, and then we can work together to leave.”
Du Wei raised an eyebrow and asked, “What’s the deal with this flagpole?”
Hesitating for a moment, Hoddy replied, “That’s from ten years ago when abnormalities appeared in the school. A person from the Vanity Sect suddenly arrived here. He was terrifying. The reason I’m nailed to the flagpole, barely alive, is his doing.”
“As long as the flagpole isn’t destroyed, I can only hang here, unable to free myself.”
Du Wei furrowed his brow, “What was his purpose in doing this?”
Grinding his teeth, Hoddy said, “We tried to establish contact with the Vedas through that door, but that lunatic from the Vanity Church claimed it was Hell’s Gate...”
Du Wei’s expression turned cold as he immediately asked, “Previously, you must have opened that door, right?”
The term ‘Hell’s Gate’ always brings to mind religion, devils.
Hoddy turned to look at those student Evil Spirits, saw they had no reactions, and then answered, “We indeed opened it, but nothing happened, there was nothing inside.”
“However, those who opened the door... they all disappeared...”
It was then that Du Wei spoke, “There was once a director of a mental hospital just like you who tried to lie to me, but she died a terrible death. The only thing you did better than her was your use of words, too bad they were still very fake.”
As he spoke, he took a long, rectangular wooden box out of his backpack and opened it directly.
What was inside was a rusty iron nail with a rounded end, somewhat like the ship nails used in wooden sailing ships from the past century.
This was a Holy Nail, which Du Wei had obtained by outwitting the Bald Man from the Dusk Bell Church in Massas City.
If driven into the heart of a dead hunter, it would be impossible for them to become an Evil Spirit.
Put simply, their soul would be scattered to the winds...
Sputtering...
The Holy Nail was driven directly into the heart of Hoddy’s corpse, and the chilling sensation originally emanating from the body instantly ceased to exist.
“Conspiracies and deceptions exist only because there is no overwhelming method to counter them...”
For some reason, Du Wei said indifferently, not certain whether he was speaking to himself or mocking Hoddy, who was thoroughly dead.
He held the oil painting in his hands.
This oil painting, modeled after the so-called Hell’s Gate, was a concept of a gate in itself, but one that only allowed entry, not exit...
To close the gate, one would either have to shut it from the inside or destroy it...
But now, Du Wei no longer intended to destroy it; he planned to close the gate, and then leave the school with the painting in hand.
Now that the decision had been made,
Du Wei no longer hesitated. He had already set his sights on the Evil Spirit students holding Black Umbrellas.
Not a single Evil Spirit showed any sign of change, appearing quite safe.
Du Wei thought for a moment, took a step toward the front of the lectern, but still within range.
The student Evil Spirits remained standing in place, but the chilling cold, utterly terrifying, suddenly surged with the downpour...
Du Wei furrowed his brows and put on the mask on his face.
The next second,
A shadow walked out from the painting and stood behind Du Wei.
The mask’s bloodshot, crimson eyes filled with malice, a thick shadow cast over Du Wei, completely enveloping him.
“Now, I make a wish, I own the right to use this painting...”
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