Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 345: 342. I’m blown away by Director Du Wei (Third Update)

“Sigh…”

Cold, deep…

It felt as if my body had sunk into the ocean, plunging into the abyss.

My consciousness was in a daze, and it seemed I could hear murmurs like the tide, indistinctly mingling.

James only felt a pair of cold and calm eyes watching him, conveying a will that wanted him to do something.

He couldn’t help but ask in his mind, “Who are you?”

But he received no answer.

Under that gaze, all of James’s secrets were laid bare.

He even felt that his entire memories, experiences, and even his personality and self from childhood were completely understood by the other party.

“What exactly do you want me to do?”

Unable to endure the oppressive feeling, James prayed painfully to the Lord, seeking a shred of consolation.

Because he felt that his consciousness had already started to twist, and even long before, it had been influenced.@@novelbin@@

That gaze was still fixed on him, cold and deep…

Some changes happen quietly.

…

“Sigh…”

James abruptly opened his eyes, let out a long breath, his body drenched in sweat, his clothing soaked with perspiration.

His face was a picture of confusion, yet his eyes remained cold and calm, the originally blue irises now showing a strange change, looking somewhat like the features of Easterners at a glance.

“What… what’s wrong with me?”

“You’re sick, you have a serious illness, but my medical skills are no good for treating you, only the director can cure you.”

Upon hearing this, James shook all over, immediately turning his head to look in the direction the voice had come from.

Then he turned green…

He saw Ryan urinating in the bathroom, not even bothering to close the door, sticking his head out, smiling at him, showing off his neat teeth.

No matter how you looked at it, it was awkward…

“How did you get into my room again?”

James held back his anger and said, “You should be staying in your room sleeping at this time, don’t think about dragging me out to hunt Evil Spirits in the middle of the night again.”

Ryan finished and zipped up, scratched his head, and said, “But it’s daytime now, you know.”

James was stunned, “Day… daytime? But I only felt like I slept for a little while…”

His memory still lingered on the moment he lay in bed.

Ryan came out of the bathroom and scrutinized James carefully, his expression growing serious.

You see, he was mentally ill.

Being examined by a mentally ill person with such a gaze made James very uncomfortable.

He said with an ugly expression, “What are you trying to do?”

Ryan spoke seriously, “I’ll tell you, I hype Director Du Wei to the skies, and if you keep imitating him, I, Ryan, will definitely teach you a lesson.”

James was stunned, “Imitating him? How could that be.”

Hearing this, Ryan snorted coldly and said, “Patient James, you can’t fool me, you’re imitating the director, especially those eyes of yours, they’re making my social anxiety act up, I must give you electrotherapy to bring you back to your senses.”

James couldn’t help but laugh with anger, “Alright, alright, give me electrotherapy. If you can find an Electrotherapy Machine at Dusk Bell, I won’t sleep ever again, I’ll spend 24 hours dealing with Evil Spirit cases with you.”

Ryan’s eyes widened, “You said it.”

With that, he immediately approached James, grabbed his only remaining hand, and started pushing him toward the electrical outlet in the room.

Mentally ill patients all have their own world views and cognition.

To Ryan, he stubbornly believed he was a doctor.

In his view, all these hunters like James were mentally ill, and illness needed to be treated.

Electrical outlets and electrotherapy machines are all the same to him.

After all, he was an outstanding psychiatrist.

James broke down, desperately struggling, “I was wrong, I know I was wrong, don’t do this, I’ll never dare to impersonate Director Duwei again, I’ll go out and deal with the Evil Spirit with you now. Isn’t it enough if I close my eyes, I’ll wear sunglasses from now on…”

“Doing this will get us both electrocuted!”

“Ryan, calm down, man!”

…

At this very moment.

At New York International Airport, Du Wei and Tom arrived at the nearby parking lot.

The McLaren GT was parked in its spot.

After the two got into the car, Tom couldn’t help but sigh, “New York is still the best, I never want to go back to that hellhole in Poland again in my life.”

That weird dream had almost been forgotten by Tom.

Only the Cultist woman in his dreams was very clear in his memory, and the thought of the scars on those women’s bodies made Tom feel uncomfortable.

Fuck!

He felt like he suddenly lost interest in women.

Thinking about this, Tom couldn’t help but say to Du Wei, who was driving the car, “Buddy, drop me off at the church later, I have something to discuss with Father Tony.”

Du Wei asked with confusion, “What’s up?”

Tom said awkwardly, “I want to discuss theology with him.”

Du Wei looked at Tom seriously, “He’s old, he really can’t handle much… and I need to start dealing with the troubles in New York these next few days. If something happens to you guys again, I won’t be able to help you.”

He knew without a doubt what Tom was implying.

His good friend and Father Tony had become regulars in the Red Light District, and whenever they met, they would head straight there.

Theology?

The word coming from Tom’s mouth was equivalent to desecration.

Tom slapped his chest and said, “Don’t worry, I definitely won’t take Father Tony to the Red Light District, I just want to ask him about the allure of divorced women.”

Du Wei said helplessly, “Alright…”

With that, Du Wei turned the steering wheel and headed toward the church in the North Brook District.

The journey was smooth and unobstructed.

About half an hour passed.

The car arrived at the entrance of the church.

After the two got out of the car, Tom rushed excitedly into the church.

And Du Wei also planned to go in and have a look, after all, it wasn’t quite proper to just leave without entering since he was already there.

But just as he was about to go in, his phone started ringing.

He took out his phone and saw that the caller was his future father-in-law—Lawrence Wittebach.

Du Wei quickly pressed the answer button and heard a sonorous voice coming from the other end of the line, “Good morning, kid. I’ve bought all the antiques for you, and they are being air-freighted to New York on a private plane, should arrive by the afternoon.”

He said with a smile, “Thank you, uncle.”

Lawrence said unconcernedly, “We’re going to be family, you don’t have to be so polite, although it makes me think you’re well-mannered, too much politeness can make me feel estranged.”

Du Wei replied awkwardly, “I will.”

Lawrence hummed and then said, “By the way, Alex told me you’ve been staying at home these past few days and not seeing her, is there any friction between you two?”

Du Wei raised an eyebrow, “Not at all, it’s just that these past few days I’ve been dealing with cursed matters… not convenient to tell her about these things.”

Immediately, relief was heard from the other end of the line.

“So, do you need any help, my son-in-law?”

Du Wei spoke calmly, “If possible, I hope you can send me a photo of that Stele with the real names of demons, as well as any information your team has deciphered.”

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