Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 339: 336, It’s All Tricks (Vote with Monthly Tickets)

“Tom, although I can understand why your dream is so weird, I have to interrupt you, I need to wake you up from this dream.”

“Ah? What do you mean, are you saying I’m dreaming right now?”

“Yes…”

“Impossible, if this is a dream, why can I have a conversation, and why does everything here feel so real?”

“That’s because your dream has been mixed with something else.”

“What else?”

“Freddy…”

“Really? How come I don’t believe it?”

“I will make you believe!”

“Fuck! What are you doing pointing a gun at me for, I believe you, okay!”

…

Within this hotel blended with the Red Light District.

It suddenly became extremely quiet.

The neon lights froze, the frantic music also quieted down, and everyone, whether it was the dancing girls on the dance floor or the men getting drunk, all seemed to hit the pause button.

Du Wei pointed a flintlock gun at Tom’s head, his presence turning colder and more sinister.

“I’m counting to three. If you don’t come out, I will shoot immediately…”

Tom’s face turned deathly pale as he instinctively raised his hands, “Come on, mate, even if… even if you can’t handle all those women, you don’t have to do this, right? You could just pick one!”

“Will you move the gun away, please? I’m fucking scared!”

At this moment, Du Wei, in Tom’s eyes, seemed like a cold and ruthless hitman, giving him the impression he could start shooting at any time.

Yet Du Wei seemed deaf to all this, coldly saying, “Three…”

Tom quickly stepped back, “I believe you, I truly believe it, this is all my dream…”

Du Wei advanced, “Two…”

Tom turned and ran, “Fuck! You’re a madman, a madman…”

With a black umbrella, wearing a mask, and holding a flintlock gun, Du Wei was the picture of cold indifference.

“One…”

As the last number fell from Du Wei’s lips, he pointed the gun at Tom’s retreating figure and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

A thud…

The smoke from the gunshot lingered…

Tom fell to the ground with the sound…

Then, something eerie happened—Freddy emerged from his body.

The scenery around them began to blur…

“Hey… you really are heartless. Do you realize you’ve killed your friend?”

Freddy, wearing a top hat, dressed in a ragged red-green striped sweater, reached out his steel-clawed right hand and touched his face.

It said, “My disguise fooled even that damn man, so how were you able to spot me?”

Du Wei’s flintlock gun could only fire once before needing to be reloaded.

He casually put away the flintlock gun and, his tone changing slightly, engaged in a conversation with Freddy with a hint of interest, “You asked me two questions. First, this is a dream, I’m not you. I don’t have the ability to kill in dreams, so even if I fired the gun, Tom wouldn’t die. At most, for him, it’s just a nightmare.”

“He’ll wake up from it. If he continues to stay here, the chances of real death are much greater…”

“As to why I was able to find you, it’s actually quite simple…”

“Dreams are constrained by the perceptions of the individual. Tom’s perception is limited to this bizarre hotel, and everyone in it behaves very unnaturally…”

“The only real entities are you and Tom.”

“It couldn’t be me, so it had to be Tom.”

Saying this, Du Wei suddenly smiled, of course, it was a lie.

He had pinpointed Freddy’s location right from the start; otherwise, he would never have walked toward the hotel.

But naturally, he couldn’t tell this to Freddy, so he pretended to be puzzled and asked, “You’re able to communicate with me and even possess clear intelligence, I’m very curious, what exactly are you? An evil spirit or a human?”

Freddy gave Du Wei a strange look and the next second appeared in front of him.

Within the black umbrella…

A human head materialized out of nowhere, drenched in blood, while its eyes, filled with malice, showed only the whites.

Freddy stopped and chuckled, “Neither. After those people burned me to death, that damn man tried to resurrect me, but the me that came back was a corpse with consciousness.”

“He told me he would find a way to fully resurrect me, but I didn’t want to become a wretched human life form at all. I killed my mother and set fire to my body under the banyan tree on Elm Street.”

“Then I was liberated.”

“I can appear in anyone’s dream.”

“I am omnipotent.”

“And now, someone is afraid of me, so I’ve returned to the human world, and I will kill all you foolish scum.”

Du Wei neither agreed nor disagreed, “Can you tell me who resurrected you?”

Freddy sneered as he spoke, “Freddy isn’t your teacher and won’t tell you everything.”

Du Wei laughed, “You hate that person, and you mentioned your mother…”@@novelbin@@

Freddy sneered again, “So what?”

Du Wei spoke slowly, “So I think that person is Ryan Hamel, he loved your mother and was a powerful Exorcist.”

“Let me guess, after your death, your mother suffered greatly. In order not to let her loved one live in agony, she chose to resurrect you.”

“But resurrecting someone is impossible to begin with, he must have failed, thus creating this bizarre thing that you are.”

Du Wei paused as he said this, then his expression suddenly turned ugly, “No… you’re not that Freddy, you are the Nightmare… the people of Elm Street fear you, they are afraid of you…”

“You’ve become the horror legend of Elm Street…”

Freddy reached his face under the umbrella and his sharp right claw reached in, hooking the corner of Du Wei’s coat, “You guessed correctly, fear and nightmares are the sources of my power, and now I feel you are afraid of me.”

“Killing you would be far more worthwhile than killing others.”

Rip…

The edge of the coat was slashed to shreds.

Du Wei looked down at it, “The more afraid of you someone is, the stronger you become. This is very similar to some Evil Spirits I’ve encountered before. Do you know why you can touch my clothes?”

Click…

Freddy’s neck bent sharply to the right, resting on his shoulder in an unnaturally horrifying posture as he looked at Du Wei.

It asked, “Why?”

Du Wei replied, “Because I’ve been cooperating with you, and now I feel I don’t need to anymore.”

This statement was delivered with a tone so indifferent it was devoid of any emotion.

Freddy halted.

It immediately tried to back away, but found that under the umbrella, it couldn’t move…

The more fear it incites, the stronger it becomes.

This was very much like Pennywise.

But it was related to dreams.

In dreams, all emotions are amplified.

But Du Wei was always in the state of Evil Spirit Transformation, and the fear of human nature didn’t exist for him…

“Do you like fire?”

Du Wei pulled out a lighter from his pocket, pressed it, and reached straight towards Freddy.

“No…”

Freddy struggled frantically and somehow managed to break free from the constraints of the Black Umbrella, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Everything around began to blur.

This dream… was about to end.

Du Wei showed no surprise as he closed the Black Umbrella and headed towards the hotel exit.

Along the way, the entire hotel had lost its color, turning into a black-and-white palette.

The people and the buildings seemed as if their essence was drained, reduced to two-dimensional lines.

As Du Wei left the hotel.

Everything behind was enveloped in mist, vanishing without a trace…

Du Wei looked down at his Right Hand, where there was a pattern of a pointer on the back of his hand.

When he had grabbed the thing entangling Tom, Freddy had also grabbed his Right Hand.

And the power of the Mark was extremely glitched…

As long as Du Wei made contact, he could mark the other party.

It was equivalent to establishing an inequitable connection.

All the so-called dialogue, the guidance, and analysis that came before were merely a prelude to this moment.

“It seems, the wish I made is about to come true…”

Du Wei said softly, then chose a direction and walked resolutely into the fog.

He knew…

Ahead would be Elm Street…

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