Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 341: The Dark Arts Master

Boom…

A headless evil spirit clad in priest’s attire materialized behind Du Wei as smoke spewed from the flintlock gun’s muzzle.

The bullet did not hit Freddy.

To be precise, Du Wei didn’t actually fire at it; he only feinted a shot.

Even so, it scared Freddy enough to immediately hide in the mist.

Watching this, Du Wei couldn’t help but say, “You see, although you chose to run away, in reality, when I didn’t pursue you, you chose to turn back.”

“That’s because the place I’m standing is Elm Street.”

From within the fog, an eerie, ghastly voice rang out: “You’re going to die, I will definitely kill you…”

Du Wei suddenly smiled: “You’re threatening me, but that just proves your guilt.”

His laughter caused the Freddy lurking in the shadows to shudder involuntarily.

“What exactly do you want to do?”

“I want to move you to a new home…”

As he spoke, Du Wei no longer paid attention to Freddy and walked towards the surrounding ruins.

In fact, he hadn’t been sure whether this place was really Elm Street before.

It might have been another dream.

But Freddy’s behavior confirmed Du Wei’s theory.

As long as there is communication, one can coax the other party to disclose the information one needs through conversation; whether it is true or false is irrelevant, as both reveal the essence of the matter.

Things that can communicate are much simpler than evil spirits.

Just as Du Wei had said before when dealing with the hunter, dealing with evil spirits might be troublesome, but dealing with people is ridiculously easy.

In his eyes, Freddy was just a “person” with terrifying abilities, or rather, a special hunter.

At this very moment.

Freddy was completely panicked; the deeper Du Wei walked into the ruins, the more violent it became.

It would occasionally launch attacks at Du Wei from within the fog.

But to Du Wei, this was direct evidence he was getting closer to the target.

Without the augmentation of fear, the threat Freddy could pose to Du Wei was pitifully small.

These beings related to fear and nightmares are insoluble to others.

But they are utterly useless to Du Wei.

He is the natural nemesis of such entities.

The only one who could have broken this pattern was Mary Shaw, who nearly transformed into a demon spirit before.

But she was sliced to pieces by the Dagger-wielding Du Wei.

…

Whoosh…

A gust of wind swept away the dust on the ground.

Du Wei coughed and his gaze paused.

This was the deepest part of Elm Street, an open square, with tenements from the slums facing it.

Separated only by a wall, yet worlds apart, they drew the line between rich and poor.

In the center of the square stood a brand new piano, untouched by time and fire.

“Ryan Hamel must have played music here originally.”

“And in the tenements across, Freddy, your mother lived there, didn’t she?”

As he said this, Du Wei walked over to the piano on his own accord.

He pulled out the seat and sat down directly.

Throughout this process, Freddy seemed to have vanished completely, unsettlingly quiet, no longer appearing.

“Let’s begin…”

Du Wei placed his hands on the piano keys, striking mellifluous notes.

But he wasn’t there to play the Lullaby; rather, he was there to mark the piano.

To his surprise…

The marking was not successful.

“Strange…”

Du Wei furrowed his brow, his ability to mark was very BUG; so far, the only thing not affected by this ability was the Antique Clock, beyond that, even a bus couldn’t avoid it.

But this piano…

Suddenly…

Du Wei groaned, his body involuntarily leaning forward, with his hands promptly pressing on the keys, producing a harsh discordant sound.

But he couldn’t be concerned about that right now.

Because at that moment, his ears rang with a sharp, piercing buzz, his heartbeat raced insanely, and his blood pressure soared.

Pain…

His head throbbed unbearably.

There was also a strong urge to vomit.

This was an instinctual physiological reaction, impossible to suppress with willpower alone.

“What’s going on?”

Clutching his teeth, Du Wei uttered a sentence and then covered his head, groaning.

Enduring the pain, his right hand, transformed by the Evil Spirit, felt the pattern of the clock’s hand on it become scalding hot, causing a bout of intense pain.

Crack…

Du Wei fell from the chair to the ground, clutched his head, and gritted his teeth as he tried to stand up.

The Black Umbrella dropped to the side.

The mask fell from his face…

His complexion turned deathly pale, his expression fierce. Even amidst the Evil Spirit Transformation, the inexplicable agony drove him to the brink of madness.@@novelbin@@

Every bone in his body felt as though it was being shattered, bit by bit.

Normally, in such a situation, he would see visions of his future death.

But this time, there was nothing.

Only the unbearable pain.

Du Wei clenched his fist and smashed it against the ground repeatedly, and before long, he was bleeding profusely.

In the mist…

Freddy’s silhouette quietly appeared, silently approaching Du Wei.

The Black Umbrella opened automatically, and that rotten head fixed its gaze on Du Wei…

And the eyes on the mask, empty, slowly twinkled with specks of red light.

A shadow walked out from the mask, holding a Dagger, and without hesitation, moved towards Du Wei.

It was faster than anyone else…

All the tactics Du Wei had relied on for survival turned against him at the first sign of trouble.

Evil Spirits are devoid of what is called goodwill.

“What exactly do you want to do!”

With a somber voice, Du Wei propped himself up with his left hand, while his bloody right hand struggled to reach into his pocket.

He was referring to the Antique Clock.

Du Wei had never let his guard down around the Antique Clock, aware of its mystery and terror; should it go off, it could very well mean his end.

Yet, unexpectedly, it had chosen this moment to activate.

Whoosh…

Du Wei abruptly looked up, as the Dagger stopped just a centimeter from his forehead, poised to pierce his skull with a mere inch more.

“This Dagger is my gift to you, do you plan to use it to kill me?”

“Don’t forget, you are the Masked Evil Spirit I created by hand, you cannot kill me.”

His voice was oppressively deep…

The shadow hesitated a moment, then positioned itself behind Du Wei.

Du Wei breathed a sigh of relief, and his right hand emerged from the pocket, holding the Joker Card, now saturated with blood.

He then stood up and sneered at Freddy and the Black Umbrella, “Come… I’ll give you a chance to kill me.”

Although the pain had not subsided, but had intensified, his demeanor was no different from before, except his aura had become incredibly fierce.

Freddy said with a cruel laugh, “You can’t deceive me.”

Du Wei drew a Flintlock Gun and pulled the trigger at the head inside the Black Umbrella.

After a loud bang, the head was blasted apart, and the umbrella’s canopy ripped open, creating a large hole and falling to the ground.

Du Wei knew it wasn’t dead, but turned his attention away, staring coldly at Freddy.

Without a word.

Freddy hesitated, eyes flickering uncertainly.

It indeed behaved no differently from a human.

Watching this scene, Du Wei paid no attention to the mask on the ground but began to extract bullets and a loader from his backpack.

He seemed utterly indifferent to whether Freddy would seize the opportunity to strike at him.

In truth, Freddy indeed wanted to take action, but Du Wei’s previous behavior had been too cunning, preventing it from making a decision.

And at that moment…

Du Wei’s body paused almost imperceptibly, then carried on nonchalantly.

Although his gaze remained fixed on Freddy, a close look would reveal a hint of bewilderment in his eyes.

The death vision appeared…

But it was entirely different from the process he had experienced before.

He saw himself sitting in front of the piano, playing the Lullaby, successfully marking the piano.

Then the vision blurred, shifting directly to Massas City.

An absurd scenario unfolded before Du Wei.

He saw a vast pit at the heart of Massas City, and at the bottom of the pit, pairs of bloodshot eyes; their owners lacked any physical form, possessing only a blurry silhouette of shadows.

A piano stood at the edge of the pit.

Du Wei sat in the chair, his hands playing the piano…

However, his posture was indescribably elegant, and his demeanor chillingly cold.

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