Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 365: Grand Magician Du Wei

How strong is the shadow?

That was a question...

It had a strong propensity to spread; merely seeing it would trigger it to act.

As it killed more people, the shadow grew even more fearsome.

In dealing with some comparatively weaker Evil Spirits, it could play an overwhelmingly effective role.

Additionally, it was quite convenient to use, which was the main reason Du Wei could tolerate it.

...

After all, even if he were to create another Masked Evil Spirit, it would still need time to be nurtured.

In Du Wei’s strategic plan for his Legion of Evil Spirits, the shadow was a central member.

At this very moment.

The mask, when placed on a corpse’s face, couldn’t stop trembling.

The same was true from the mask to the corpse.

The already pitch-dark bedroom became even more gloomy and oppressive, with the temperature dropping precipitously.

The chill was dense.

The shadow and the real Masked Evil Spirit began their struggle.

The Masked Evil Spirit met the shadow’s murderous mechanism.

At the same time, the Masked Evil Spirit also sought to reclaim its mask.

The situation was explosive, yet there was no grand spectacle as imagined; apart from the faint sounds made by the trembling corpse as it contacted the ground, there were no other abnormalities.

The battle between the shadow and the Masked Evil Spirit was unfathomable.

Standing in the darkness, Du Wei silently stared at the ceiling, his gaze carrying a bone-chilling indifference, as if he were looking at a corpse.

The rustling sounds from just a moment ago had come from within the ceiling.

And now, all had returned to calm.

The layout of the villa’s second floor was chaotic. Since Hannibal was here, and Du Wei had deliberately made footsteps when ascending the stairs, the other party couldn’t possibly be unguarded.

Therefore, he had concealed himself.

However, Du Wei made no move, simply watching placidly, the flintlock gun he held in his left hand stuffed into his pocket.

In the meantime.

Hannibal, hidden in some cramped space within the villa, looked increasingly troubled.

He realized he had underestimated Du Wei.

This man was not at all worried about the Evil Spirit; he seemed to have dealt with Evil Spirits for so long that he completely disregarded the Church’s Exorcism Rituals. Ȓa₦ɵBÊṦ

He did not follow the beaten track.

His methods of dealing with Evil Spirits were simple and crude, yet deadly efficient.

Hannibal’s plans had been thoroughly disrupted.

He saw the words on the letter, which now read—[A few minutes ago, Du Wei placed the mask on the corpse’s face. His Evil Spirit minion embarked on a one-sided suppression, and it will soon kill the other Evil Spirit.]

[Upon the death of the Evil Spirit, the villa will return to normal.]

[By then, your death is certain, so you must hurry before then, either find a way to interrupt all of this, or come up with a new plan.]

[You cannot treat Du Wei as a human being, he is no different from an Evil Spirit.]

The words appeared a bit too frequently this time...

The scythe was replaced by a skull-faced evil spirit...

Luck was on his side.

Du Wei hesitated for a moment, then aimed his gun at the wall, knowing Hannibal was inside and also what Hannibal was planning to do.

Both men were psychologists.

They had a basic understanding of each other’s thoughts.

In a sense, their minds were connected.

However, for some reason, after encountering Hannibal this time, Du Wei felt that the state of this Cannibalistic Ogre doctor was a bit strange.

To be precise, it was somewhat unlike the original Hannibal.

Both the methods and style were somewhat wanting.

As if he had been influenced...

Therefore, Du Wei couldn’t be bothered to play games with Hannibal. Using the simplest method to take care of him was what he wanted.

But shooting through the wall to hit Hannibal hidden in the ventilation duct seemed a bit unrealistic.

So, Du Wei tossed the coin once more.

This time, the shadow was lucky.

Still heads.

The next second, without any hesitation, Du Wei pulled the trigger.

Meanwhile, Hannibal in the ventilation duct had already moved outside, loosening his grip and plunging down to the damp ground.

A forward tumble dissipated the force of the impact.

Hannibal was unharmed and even wore a mocking smile, aiming an anesthetic gun at the second-floor window.

“You really are careless, Mr. Du Wei,” he said.

At the second-floor window, Du Wei’s figure was clearly visible.

But just then, a bullet that should have been avoided by Hannibal somehow hit a roadside billboard.

The pole of the billboard bent directly down, crashing towards Hannibal.

Hearing the noise behind him,

Hannibal’s face changed, and he immediately dodged to the right without bothering to shoot.

But it was useless.

A bolt of lightning streaked down from the overcast sky along the pole of the billboard...

It was like magic...

Hannibal only saw a flash of white before he completely lost consciousness.

White smoke billowed from his body.

The body, or rather the corpse, was charred like coal...

Click...

A bullet head fell to the ground, bounced a few times, and came to rest on Hannibal’s chest.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and the letter on Hannibal’s body, miraculously unscathed, was lifted by the wind. It floated for a moment then slowly, leisurely covered the bullet head.

The only words written on the letter were: “You’ve been influenced too deeply by it, what you see is only what it wants you to see.”