Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 7 007, Trigger

The dim light in the room flickered uncertainly.

Most of it was shrouded in shadow, with the dark corners being particularly gloomy.

In the restroom.

The image in the mirror froze on the moment Du Wei lowered his head to look at the sink.

He maintained this posture for nearly a minute.

At the bottom of the basin.

There was a wrinkled woman's face, so pale that it seemed to have been painted with a layer of lacquer, her eyes wide open as if straining with great effort, so much so that they were filled with blood vessels.

But at this time, these blood vessels were a dark brown color, having congealed long ago.

While Du Wei was looking at this face, it was also looking at Du Wei.

Yet in the mirror, there was only himself.

Then.

Du Wei reached out towards the face and pressed down.

The feeling from his fingertips.

Nothing there.

His fingers went straight through the water's surface, pressing on the plug at the bottom of the basin.

A gentle push!

All the water in the basin instantly flowed away, and what was eerie was that the face, although it had no physical entity, seemed to merge with the water, twisting into a vortex shape, carried by the water into the drainpipe.

...

"No physical entity? Or is it that the manifestation of the Evil Spirit is not what I imagined, merely an illusion..."

This is what Du Wei said to himself in his heart before he walked up to the bedroom on the second floor, pushed open the door, and went in.

Click...

He closed the door behind him.

However, just then.

Knocking sounds began from outside the door...

Thud thud thud...

Thud thud thud...

Thud thud thud...

Du Wei's body instantly stiffened, he twisted his head to face the bedroom door directly, his dark pupils slightly dilated, and his breathing became a bit rushed.

He could hardly keep calm!

"How can this be?"

"It was that photo, the eyes behind the peephole..."

[I saw it at the same time it saw me]

Du Wei wrote down this sentence on the paper.

It was somewhat ridiculous how some mechanisms of the Evil Spirit seemed to be somewhat similar to the logical calculations of a computer.

Thinking this, Du Wei took a deep breath.

If he could restore that balance, perhaps every problem would be solved effortlessly.

But he didn't have that capability now.

Unless he was targeted by another Evil Spirit and joined another group of hunters, but under the current circumstances, that was simply impossible.

Du Wei told himself to stay calm in his heart. He even used hypnotism and suggestion to temporarily forget the emotion of fear.

Because fear and dread are the nourishment that fuels the growth of Evil Spirits.

[I am attempting to use a silver cross dagger in an attempt to fight the Evil Spirit]

Then, he reached into his clothes and pulled out the silver cross dagger he had bought from Father Tony.

If this thing worked, he promised himself to pray at Father Tony's place every week, but if it didn't work, he hoped to become an Evil Spirit after death and have a talk with him!

Du Wei held the silver cross dagger in one hand and pressed it directly against the door.

At this moment, the door was still being banged on.

And as Du Wei pressed the cross dagger against the door, it seemed to have provoked the displeasure of the Evil Spirit on the other side, making the knocking sounds even more intense.

It even became utterly irregular.

Previously it was knocking, but now it sounded like pounding.

Bang bang bang!

Bang bang bang!

Bang bang bang!

The door was nearly broken down, and Du Wei even saw that the screws of the door lock were showing signs of coming loose, and the doorknob was turning.

[Effectiveness: Invalid]

This was something Du Wei said in his mind, and he didn't write it on the paper.

Because the bedroom door wasn't made of very sturdy material, a crack had now appeared, and he had to brace against the door with all his strength.

Through the crack, Du Wei saw that the light outside had become very dim and somber, as if there were many grey, dusty particles, like smog, making everything blurry and unclear.

As those lights flickered madly, an eye, through the gap, stared intently at Du Wei.

Then...

With a snap, all the lights, as if unable to bear it, went out in an instant...

The whole house was plunged into darkness.

The sound was deathly still, and a chilling breath from outside the door could be felt entering the bedroom.