Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 338: 335. In Tom’s dream

Huh…

A gust of wind blew by.

The light was dim, as if the entire city was submerged in haze.

A layer of dust covered the ground.

Everywhere was filled with a desolate air.

Drip…

A man with a black umbrella and wearing a trench coat stepped out of the dim fog, lifting his umbrella slightly. His entire face was covered by a mask, revealing only a pair of bloodshot, cold, and deep eyes.

…

Du Wei stepped on a can, producing a crunching sound.

He shifted his leg and lowered his head slightly,

Only to see a crushed soda can underfoot.

Looking at the surrounding buildings, one could vaguely make out this place seemed like Poland,

But some of the architecture and streets gave him a déjà vu of New York.

Most notably, there was a café nearby that was identical to the one near his home.

The two cities had blended together in some strange way.

Directly in front of Du Wei was the hotel where he and Tom stayed in Poland.

“So, am I now in Tom’s dream, or my own? Or perhaps neither?”

Du Wei’s voice carried an indescribable coldness.

A few minutes earlier, when he grabbed that inexplicable thing winding around Tom, he had heard Freddy’s voice.

He was pulled into this place.

This encounter was different from the last time with the nun; last time he entered the dream with many items, but this time his entire being was pulled in.

A confusion between reality and dream occurred.

Even so, Du Wei had no time to react.

“It shouldn’t be my dream…”

If it were Du Wei’s dream, then there should be a nun present, but he did not feel its presence.

He looked at the hotel’s entrance and walked over calmly.

The whole hotel was engulfed in haze, and one could not see inside at all; it was deep, quiet, and isolated from the world.

…

He reached the hotel’s entrance.

Still unable to see clearly inside.

Du Wei pulled a flintlock gun from his pocket and kicked the glass door.

With a bang,

The door was kicked open.

In an instant, multicolored lights beamed on Du Wei,

Accompanied by loud, fiery music.

Behind the door was not the hotel layout in Du Wei’s memory, but a scene from the Red Light District of New York City.@@novelbin@@

It was a dance floor.

Inside stood many scantily clad dancers, and many men holding drinks, laughing recklessly and heartily.

Deafening…

This…

Du Wei was stunned, standing at the entrance, unsure whether to enter or not.

The hotel was divided into two completely different worlds at the doorway.

Outside the hotel was desolation.

Inside, there was the green light of wine and decadence to the extreme.

The contrast in styles was stark…

Even though Du Wei had not reverted from his Evil Spirit Transformation and was in a state of pure rationality and calmness, the sight of this “bizarre” scene was still hard to cope with.

His gaze lingered inside the hotel for a while, those women writhing in the dance floor, and the men drowning in alcohol, not a single one of them noticed him.

Those people seemed to live within a movie, acting according to the script.

Du Wei watched them coldly and took a step back.

The door closed automatically.

The outside scenery remained desolate and silent, everywhere emanating a gloomy and terrifying aura.

This is normal…

Du Wei once again silently pushed open the door.

This time, he walked in completely.

The neon lights shone on Du Wei, and the scent of alcohol and pheromones hit his nose.

The entire interior of the hotel was much larger than he remembered, as big as a football field.

He looked up.

The interior of the ten-plus story hotel was circular, a huge rotating staircase extending upwards non-stop, with hotel-style doors at every level where the staircase passed.

All in all, there were at least a thousand doors.

Seeing this, Du Wei couldn’t help but frown, “So are you here, Freddy?”

At that moment…

A muffled, frivolous voice suddenly rose from the crowd, “Oh! Buddy, how come you’re here too?”

It was Tom’s.

Du Wei turned his head to see Tom, his hands on the shoulders of two women, walking over with both in his arms.

The two women were clearly dressed in Veda Sect attire; it was obvious they were cultists.

But…

Their clothes seemed to have gone through a body-sculpting treatment, perfectly outlining their beautiful curves…

“You’ve really surprised me…”

Du Wei said coldly, directly catching a glimpse of the two cultists with Spirit Vision.

Not Evil Spirits…

This must be Tom’s dream, but it seemed limited to the hotel.

The exterior of the hotel and here were completely different in style, danger lurking everywhere.

On hearing this, Tom revealed a sleazy smile, boasting proudly, “Buddy, when I first got here, I was just as shocked as you are now. The Red Light District in Poland is much more intense than New York’s; this place is simply a paradise in the human world.”

Du Wei said calmly, “It seems you’re still safe for now.”

What he meant was, Tom hadn’t realized he was dreaming.

Tom paused for a moment and said, “Safe?”

The next second, he slapped his forehead as if he’d just realized something, “Oh, don’t worry, I’ve taken very good safety measures, nothing will happen.”

As he spoke, Tom moved his hands from the cultist women and walked up to Du Wei, laughing with a hint of mischief, “Buddy, I always ask you to go to the Red Light District and you never come; I thought you were truly a gentleman. I didn’t expect you liked to sneak around.”

“Men…”

“Don’t worry, since you’re here today, I’ll definitely treat you well.”

At this, Tom placed his arm around Du Wei’s shoulder, waving his other hand at the two cultists, “Come over here, you two. This is my best bud, Du Wei. Serve him well! Do you hear me?”

No one responded.

But Tom didn’t sense anything wrong; he took out a pack of safety kits from his pocket, pointing sleazily towards the doors above inside the hotel.

“This place is too perfect, a Red Light District below and a hotel above, ready for rooms at any moment.”

“Today, play however you want!”

Tom was completely inflated with ego, even shouting to the men and women in the dance floor, “I, Tom, am covering the tab for everyone here today; let’s party!”

Still, no one answered him; everyone was drinking and dancing.

But Tom felt nothing amiss; this was his dream, and no matter what happened, he believed it to be real.

Even his best buddy standing there with a Black Umbrella, carrying a Flintlock Gun, and wearing a mask, caused him no concern.

A person dreaming, unless about to wake, finds it difficult to realize that they are dreaming.

However…

The next second, Tom frowned; he noticed that Du Wei wasn’t paying attention to him at all, just standing still under his umbrella.

Tom gasped, “I almost forgot, you’re Eastern.”

After saying that, he turned his head and shouted, “Bring in ten Eastern beauties! Let my good brother have his pick!”

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