Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 362: real men never bow their heads

For Du Wei, Hannibal had gone a bit too far off the deep end.

He needed to reassemble the Evil Spirit forces and find a way to completely deal with Evil Spirit Du Wei, as well as the Antique Clock.

Before that, Hannibal had to die.

Just facing his own Evil Spirit, Du Wei had to use all his energy and wisdom.

Distraction... was not an option.

The Hannibal of before could still compete against Du Wei, equally matched in strength.

...

But now, Du Wei, with the power of the Mark and the path of cultivating Evil Spirit forces, Hannibal could no longer keep up with his pace.

When they met again, the scales would be completely tipped in one’s favor.

Du Wei had thought through what he needed to do next and then turned to Tom, asking, “Now, can you tell me what your problem is?”

He had few friends, and Tom was a good one, so if he could help Tom, he wouldn’t be stingy.

Upon hearing this.

Tom’s eyes reddened again, and he shakily took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, offered one to Du Wei, and lit one for himself.

For some reason.

He always felt that he should smoke a cigarette when talking about these things.

The two smoked, exhaling clouds of smoke.

Soon, Tom said in a weathered tone, “Bro, you might not believe what I’m about to say, but I’ve found that I’m not interested in women anymore.”

In an instant.

Du Wei’s hand twitched, instinctively glancing at the distance between himself and Tom.

Well...

The two were sitting on the couch in the office, separated by a coffee table—about two meters apart.

Quite safe.

Yet this made Tom feel provoked, and he glared at Du Wei, cursing, “Fuck! I saw that look in your eyes, you... I... sigh, I just realized I’m not interested in women, not that I’m thinking about men, and I fucking want to regain my interest in women.”

Du Wei’s eyes were filled with caution.

Tom hurriedly continued, “You have to believe me, bro, I haven’t even told Father Tony about this, I’m really in pain, I... I can’t even be human anymore.”

Seeing that he didn’t seem to be lying, Du Wei reluctantly nodded and said, “So when did you become like this?”

Finding the root of the problem was the only way to offer a solution.

Tom was on the verge of breaking down and sobbing, “It was after I returned to New York, I called for an escort, and then... I realized I couldn’t do it.”

Du Wei was stunned, “An escort? Did she do something to you?”

That shouldn’t be the case!

Tom was a regular in the Red Light District; ever since meeting him, he was either in the Red Light District, on his way there, or planning to go there.

The latter can be understood as encountering the Evil Spirit that Hannibal had become after death.

But on this point, Tom hadn’t been much help because he hadn’t received any eyewitness reports of Hannibal reappearing.

He could only keep an eye on the surveillance for Du Wei, and once he spotted Hannibal’s whereabouts, he would inform him immediately.

“New York is vast, searching for Hannibal alone, the chances are slim.”

Du Wei walked in the rain, glancing at the distant streets under his umbrella.

Ahead, the torrents made the buildings appear blurred and indistinct.

Going out in this kind of weather is inconvenient, making it very easy to hide.

“So I need a bit of luck,”

As he spoke, Du Wei reached into his pocket, pulled out his wallet, and from it, he drew a silver Coin.

One side of the Coin featured a skull, the other a scythe.

At the same time, he donned a mask.

...

At this very moment,

Inside St. Bodia Cathedral,

Rows of candles burned, illuminating the surroundings.

A giant cross stood at the deepest part of the cathedral.

There were only four people in the whole church.

Archbishop Skadi stood in front of the cross, his Right Hand moving down from his forehead, concluding his prayer.

Standing behind him were the head of the Tribunal, Mrs. Senna, Du Wei’s direct supervisor, and her two subordinates, also bishops.

“Your Excellency Archbishop Skadi, the authorities have sent news that the hunter who defected from the Dusk Bell has joined the Cult, taking a group of people to Scolyn City,”

“They seem to have found something there, splitting into two teams; one took something back to Europe, while the other went to New York.”

Archbishop Skadi turned his back to Mrs. Senna and said, “New York? That seems to be Mr. Du Wei’s responsibility, isn’t it? Does he know about this?”

“He does not. Mr. Du Wei was dealing with an Evil Spirit incident at the time, and by the time he was informed, the matter had already ended.”

“Should we send someone there?”

Archbishop Skadi shook his head, “No need, things have been unstable with the Dusk Bell recently, and some people’s discontent with the church is about to explode.”

“Moreover, the people from the Vanity Sect have started to become active.”

“The church no longer has the energy to dispatch anyone to New York.”

“By the way, give Mr. Du Wei a heads-up, the church might assign some missions to him later on. As for the compensation, you can discuss it with him when the time comes.”

Respectfully, Mrs. Senna replied, “Yes, Your Excellency.”