Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 93 093, After nightfall

Hill Psychiatric Hospital entrance.

James sat in the car, his face grim as he looked at "Du Wei" inside the electronic gate.

At this moment, the man, who had just parted from them two hours ago, was in a very sorry state.

He looked as if he had just been fished out of water, his hair and clothes completely drenched, his skin pale, and with extensive swelling.

His eyes were empty and dead, and there was no movement of his chest, as if he was a thoroughly lifeless corpse.

Most importantly, when he took mechanical steps toward the electronic gate, that oppressive feeling nearly stopped James's heart.

Undoubtedly, this was the Evil Spirit...

James took a deep breath and immediately said to Du Wei on the other end of the phone in a grave voice, "Mr. Du Wei, we have encountered the Evil Spirit. I suspect someone has touched the medium; otherwise, we wouldn't be seeing such abnormal events."

"Also, Mr. Du Wei, your current situation must be very dangerous. We will come in to find you. With your abilities, you should be able to hold on until then, shouldn't you?"

On the other end of the line, Du Wei's voice was still calm, "Don't worry about me. If you're going to come in, we better meet at the bell tower. There are some things I think Mrs. Taylor should be able to explain."

"Of course, I don't suggest you come in. It's best to wait outside for the night, and we can talk after daylight."

"But we have already...ssss...zzz..."

"Hmm... Mr. James? What did you say?"

"I said... we..."

Listening to the static of the electrical signal interference coming from the other end of the phone.

Du Wei sighed and had no choice but to hang up the call.

"I just knew it, things could not be this simple. A terror more advanced than the Evil Spirit. If it could be easily resolved, that would be too much of a child's play."

Du Wei knew that as long as they found the medium—the nun's head.

Once it was resealed into the box that James and the others had brought, the matter could be concluded, and the curse should also be interrupted.

At the least, one could say the outcome would be harmlessly neutral.

But now, problems had arisen before even starting the search for the medium.

First, James and the others were delayed because they had to take a detour due to the stormy weather, and then, while he had been doing fine in the psychiatric hospital, they had encountered danger first.

Thinking this, Du Wei couldn't help but feel a headache coming on. He rubbed his forehead and took a deep breath.

He didn't know whether he would be okay, but these three exorcists were definitely in big trouble. Even with their assortment of items to counter the Evil Spirit, although the chance of death wasn't high, they would surely have expended some energy.

Most importantly, the box that was used to hold the nun's medium was with them...

"I hate trouble."

Under the state of Spirit Vision, the eye felt very strange to him.

It gave him the oppressive sense and malice typically associated with facing an Evil Spirit, yet it was visible to the naked eye.

Experience tales at empire

Right then, Du Wei's brows furrowed, and he thought, "Is it an Evil Spirit?"

But it didn't seem quite right. It had a physical form, which didn't quite match an Evil Spirit.

After thinking for a moment, he took out his pistol from his pocket and disengaged the safety.

The next second.

As if sensing something, the eye disappeared into the darkness without a trace.

This, however, made Du Wei even more puzzled.

It wasn't an Evil Spirit, but it had a physical form—something he had encountered before.

When he first interacted with the Antique Clock, he had shot and shattered a rotten woman's arm...

"It shouldn't be the same concept... but regardless, I shouldn't be able to stay in this room any longer."

He hated trouble, but what he hated even more was sitting duck, leaving his fate to the unknown.

This unidentified thing could silently open the door, and if he stayed in the room any longer, who knows, it might run in at any time.

The room wasn't very spacious, and if that situation occurred, there would be no escape.

Even though he had Holy Water and Bone Powder in his backpack, the situation was unclear, and it shouldn't be wasted at a time like this.

With that thought, Du Wei remained vigilant and, under the state of Spirit Vision, made sure that the thing at the door had left before pulling the door open.

Outside the door.

The darkness remained.

All he could hear was the downpour of rain, the dull sounds.

The slight scent of damp moisture was what his nose could detect.

Then, frowning, Du Wei glanced at the floor of the hallway—there was a puddle of water.

Looking further ahead, however, the water stains disappeared.

"So, that thing earlier, it was standing at the door the whole time? Where has it gone now?"

Du Wei thought for a moment, held the pistol with both hands, and looked up.

He did not see the owner of the eye, but the presence of a water stain was unmistakable.

The outline was no different from that of a normal human footprint, but eerily, this trail of footprints continued to extend forward...