Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 363: Another Masked Evil Spirit

The rain-slicked roads of New York were treacherous.

When Du Wei arrived at the villa district in the city center, his expression was one of surprise.

Earlier, after flipping a coin and having it land on heads, Du Wei had just hailed a taxi and told the driver to meander around New York.

But when they reached the villa district downtown, the car just happened to run out of gas.

It was unclear whether to call it good luck or bad.

Regardless, Du Wei was forced to get out of the car, and it just so happened he stopped right in front of the villa—he knew this must be the destination.

...

“But why this villa?”

When he first joined the church, the first case of possession by an Evil Spirit that Du Wei dealt with involved Mrs. Mina and her daughter.

Her daughter was possessed by an Evil Spirit and ultimately died in the second-floor bedroom of the villa.

Mrs. Mina did not survive the ordeal either.

Inside the villa, Du Wei uncovered the secret of Mrs. Mina’s husband’s family, to be precise.

The man named Mike Stowe was the spirit wearing the Golden Brooch whom Du Wei had first seen in a vision of death.

The Evil Spirit had once joined the Veda Sect and later, due to his job at Berson Auction House, he had come into possession of two masks.

And he put on one of them.

He was influenced by the Evil Spirit within the mask, which was gradually taking over his body.

Mike Stowe chose to sacrifice his own daughter.

But before he succeeded, Mike Stowe unintentionally boarded a bus, died on it, and turned into a terrible Evil Spirit, eventually trapped by Du Wei along with those student spirits in the eerie streets of Massas City.

However, the original Evil Spirit in the mask, finding its vessel taken away, took possession of his daughter’s body.

In the end, the spirit transferred into Mrs. Mina.

At that time, Du Wei’s means to deal with the Evil Spirit were very limited, so he failed to resolve the issue with the spirit and could only flee with the mask that bore the spirit of Du Wei.

The entire villa exhibited signs of spatial disarray.

One could enter, but without resolving the Evil Spirit or possessing the “key” mask, one could not leave.

“So, are you inside right now?”

Standing in front of the villa’s door, cordoned off with tape, Du Wei looked at the first-floor window where he had broken through the glass when he first entered. r₳ŊO͍ꞖƐS̈

Through Spirit Vision, the entire villa showed almost no traces of abnormal aura.

It was so faint it could almost be ignored.

If Du Wei hadn’t known the secret of this place, he might have thought there was no Evil Spirit here at all.

But in reality...

Du Wei stopped looking at the Evil Spirit at the second-floor window and directly climbed through it.

“Let’s go in and take a look first.”

...

At this very moment.

In a narrow space on the second floor of the mansion, it was pitch black.

The breathing was barely audible.

Hannibal’s eyes were tightly closed, as if he were asleep. He hid here, daring not to move an inch.

It wasn’t because he was scared of the Masked Evil Spirit in the mansion.

It was because the Evil Spirit always lurked in the shadows, unseen; Hannibal had the power to consume Evil Spirits, but without contact, there was nothing he could do.

Of course, he was not dead either.

After entering the mansion, a sense of crisis constantly hung over him, yet the ticking sound of the Antique Clock had not started.

This chaotic space seemed to isolate the Antique Clock.

But Hannibal had an intuition that the moment he dared to leave, he would instantly burst into a blood mist, deader than dead.

The ticking sound of the Antique Clock’s hands was like the Sword of Damocles hanging over his head, bound to fall sooner or later.

The situation was extremely awkward.

Hannibal’s only choice was to hide away, waiting for the situation to turn.

For example, if someone were to accidentally come to the mansion, prompting the Evil Spirit to take action.

At that point, Hannibal could take advantage and consume the Evil Spirit.

But the uncertainty was high.

He might end up trapped here, alive and alone.

In his mind, Hannibal told himself, “I have to find a way out.”

However, at that moment, the letter he had put in his pocket suddenly exuded a chilling coldness.

Hannibal suddenly opened his eyes and pulled out the letter to see.

In the darkness, the letter glimmered with a greenish hue in the text—[One minute ago, Du Wei arrived on the first floor of this mansion, he intends to kill you.]

“This reminds me of a cat chasing a mouse...”

Hannibal revealed a bloodthirsty smile and slowly closed his eyes.

Meanwhile.

On the second floor of the mansion, distinct footsteps also began to sound...