Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 45 045, Seems unsolvable? (Massive update)

Looking at the corpse dangling from the ceiling,

Du Wei's gaze lingered on the thin steel wires used for the suspension, following their scattered directions.

The wires that wrapped around the body formed a spiderweb-like structure on the ceiling, spreading out densely, corresponding to four channels.

"No wonder both the staff and tourists' bodies are wrapped in steel wires, so this is your method of control,"

Du Wei withdrew his gaze, his mind very calm, he had basically uncovered the secret of the Evil Spirit.

Relatively speaking, it truly was inescapable, horrifically lethal.

But as long as one could analyze it rationally, identify the medium, its most obvious weakness would become apparent.

As the medium exists in this manner, it cannot leave this channel, its range of activity limited to here.

Even moving within the channel was impossible.

That was also why, in such a confined space, it preferred to appear behind the iron door, manipulating the corpses to scare people.

Du Wei couldn't help but think of Bob and the others who had entered the Horror House with him, if it were them, they would probably break down mentally under such a desperate situation and end up dying at the hands of the Evil Spirit.

Stopping his thoughts.

Du Wei then prepared to make a move to leave, searching his backpack for the bottle of Bone Powder—the remains of some Evil Spirits needed to be lit to use.

He planned to take down the body and burn it.

After the recent changes, the entire channel was now in total darkness, except for a faint light from Du Wei's lighter, barely revealing some objects, the rest plunged into deathly still darkness.

Suddenly, Du Wei's eyes grew cold as he sniffed a foul smell of blood.

It was coming from behind him, growing increasingly pungent.

The corner of his eye, aided by the light of the lighter, noticed a black shadow spreading on the ground.

"Huff..."

It was as if someone breathed out, blowing at the lighter once, and in a moment, that small flame went out.

Then, in the pitch-black darkness where one couldn't see their own hand, there came a crisp "bang" sound, as if something had shattered.

...

"The time is now 16:03."

Bob, gasping for breath, leaned against the closed door, taking out his phone to check the time.

Their faces all bared the flush of strenuous exercise, along with exhaustion and tension.

"Dudu..."

A busy signal; he couldn't get through at all.

"What's going on?"

Only then did he realize his phone had no signal; he shook it vigorously, but to no avail.

"Damn it, I swear this is the last time I ever come to a shithole like Horror House in my life!"

The man was so angry he felt like smashing his phone, but after a second thought, he gave up on the idea and put it back in his pocket.

However, just then...

"Click..."

A sound resembling mechanical gears turning started.

He lifted his head, his eyes shifting from confusion to surprise and excitement.

The door they had come through opened...

There was no one there.

The weird music that he had found boring, along with the deliberately dark lighting, now seemed incredibly welcome.

It was strange that the door opened without anyone coming in or any staff present under normal circumstances, but at that time, he didn't think much of it.

"Thank God."

As he entered the door, the next second it slowly closed, the vast shadow swallowing him up.

The eerie music continued, but the lighting suddenly became a bit brighter, as if the electricity had been insufficient before, causing the lights to dim. Continue reading at empire

Soon the door closed completely, leaving only the sound of it sealing shut.

...

Boom...

Du Wei watched dispassionately the burning body not far away.

The fire illuminated the entire cross-shaped corridor, casting his shadow unnaturally long and strange.

At his feet lay shattered glass bottles and a large spread of water stains.

He poured out another bottle of Holy Water, using just a bit to clean the bloodstains on his hand from contact with the body, then pulled out a white cloth from his backpack, designed for dealing with Evil Spirits, and carefully wiped his hands dry.

In his backpack, the burnable Bone Powder was now reduced to half.