Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 40 040. White-faced Makeup (Revised)

"Huh..."

The moment the door closed, one of the girls, wearing jeans and a tight T-shirt, let out a cry of surprise, startled by the sudden noise.

Du Wei glanced back at her, noticing her sallow skin and dyed pink hair. Her features weren't very pronounced, and her nose even seemed somewhat collapsed, suggesting she might be of mixed race.

He pushed at the door, only to find it securely locked, a sinking feeling in his heart.

Seeing this, Bob said in a low voice, "Once the entrance is closed, aside from the staff, it can only be opened again when someone else comes in. We can't possibly open it from the inside."

"Is that so..."

Du Wei frowned, looking at the closed door with a somber gaze. Suddenly, he had the feeling that not even the staff would be able to open this door anymore.

The abnormalities had begun as soon as he entered the Horror House.

Taking a deep breath, Du Wei shouldered his bag and continued walking forward.

He disliked sudden complications, even more so uncontrollable accidents.

Furrowing his brow in thought for a moment, he recalled that many tourists had already entered the Horror House before his group had arrived.

Fear and dread, are the breeding grounds for the Evil Spirit.

He glanced at Bob and the others, his gaze lingering on the girl who had just cried out, "You'd better keep quiet and not disturb certain things."

"Are you trying to scare us? That's not funny at all."

The girl's face was a mix of embarrassment and defiance. She wanted to retort, but felt ashamed about her earlier behavior and didn't know what to say in return.

"Forget it, let's not bother with him. The guy with the bag seems really weird," said another girl, patting her shoulder, exchanging a few words with Bob and his group before moving on.

Meanwhile, Du Wei had already reached the first attraction in the Horror House, steps ahead of them.

It was a Japanese-style single-room wooden hut, built at half the size of a regular house due to space limitations.

It looked crude, with deliberately aged and spiderweb-covered windows and a roof with large damage, while the walls were deliberately splashed with something that looked like blood, presenting a jarring dark brown color, akin to psoriasis.

Next to it hung a sign with bloody big characters—Haunted House Thrills.

Du Wei stood in front of the Haunted House, expressionless, but with a hint of solemnity in his eyes.

It wasn't that he was frightened by the deliberately created horror environment, but rather, under the state of Spirit Vision, he saw a completely different scene.

In the state of Spirit Vision, the feeling the Japanese Haunted House gave him was utterly transformed.

While the man-made setting remained unchanged, the overall atmosphere felt even more oppressive and sinister, especially the tatami mat bed in the Haunted House...

Underneath it, Du Wei saw a woman with White-faced Makeup, hiding in a secret compartment, her head peeking out from below...

Spirit Vision didn't mean X-ray vision; it was like visually facing the presence of the Evil Spirit.

In other words... it was not human.

The half-blood girl Lisa took a sharp intake of breath, a chilling sensation crawling up her spine from her legs, sending goosebumps all over her body.

"What was that?"

She quickly stood up, shaking her legs in horror, her complexion deathly pale.

"What's wrong?"

Bob looked at her curiously, walking up and giving her a tug.

"Something just now ... my ankle felt like it was grabbed, sort of like ... like the hands of a dead person."

Lisa, dragging Bob, ran out from the cabin, looking back at the tatami from afar with an ashen face.

"This Horror House seems a bit abnormal. I recall from before they said there were staff under the tatami with Ghost makeup who would pull apart a hidden layer to scare people with a scream when somebody sat down ... but just before ... something felt very wrong."

Bob said curiously, "Maybe it's a new way of scaring people, don't make a big fuss over it, that's how Horror Houses are."

"Is ... is that so?"

Lisa's face eased a little, and she somewhat agreed with the notion, yet she still felt very strange. She had clearly seen nothing, but felt like her ankles had been grabbed by hands.

She could even sense that those hands wanted to pull her down.

The rest of the group, a man and a woman, chuckled and said, "Maybe the staff were just playing a prank on you, catching you unawares, don't be so dramatic."

"Maybe, but I wasn't scared," Lisa said, nodding her head and feigning indifference. "I just wasn't prepared ... you know, just like that ... "

Hearing this, Du Wei said without a trace of emotion, "This Horror House is a bit off. I suggest you all head back to the entrance and stay there without moving."

Lisa said with impatience, "There you go again. If you're too scared to go on yourself, can you stop with the snide remarks? And the same to you—I suggest you keep as far away from us as possible."

With that, she shook her head and added, "Also, sir, do you know? Your behavior is really ungentlemanly toward a lady."

"I am not joking with you!"

"We're not joking with you either. Just go; nobody here wants to be with you because you're such a killjoy!"

"Fine then, as you wish."

Du Wei watched the four people with a calm look, his tone very cold, and turned to leave.

Good words are wasted on the dead.

There was no point arguing if they wouldn't listen.

Moreover, he no longer wanted to focus on Annabelle; instead, he planned to quickly find a way to leave.

This Horror House had completely exceeded his understanding and even gave him a feeling that it was only slightly less dangerous than that bus.

If trouble arose, he wouldn't be able to make it out alive himself, let alone worry about others.

That wasn't his style.