Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 348: 345, Have a Post-event Cigarette (Third Update)

“Phew…”

Du Wei exhaled a puff of smoke, lying on the bed with a face full of calm.

Next to him, Alex’s pretty face was slightly flushed, thoroughly content.

“Was my piano playing not good enough?”

Du Wei, gazing at Alex who was resting on his shoulder, asked softly.

Honestly.

His piano performance was indeed passable, and without professional expertise, it was hard to detect any problems.

Because he only knew how to play one piece.

Having practiced it well, naturally there wouldn’t be too many mistakes.

At most, it lacked soul, making the whole piece seem too rigid.

Alex rolled her eyes on the side, “I think you can do even better.”

Du Wei’s mouth twitched, feeling a sore back and aching waist from flying back from Poland to New York, after a tiring journey.

He thought he would get a good rest, but ended up having to pay his dues again.

This was not quite the life he had imagined.

Meanwhile.

His phone suddenly vibrated.

Du Wei checked his phone and saw it was a message from the courier service: the antiques that his future father-in-law, Lawrence, had helped him collect, had been delivered to his doorstep.

…

At this moment.

In the North Brook District near the Red Light District, business had already started bustling.

Even before evening, business was not hindered.

Generally speaking, around four in the afternoon was when the ladies began to start work in the Red Light District, and by five o’clock, clients would start calling to book services.

And by nighttime, that was when the nightlife truly began.

For Tom, his profession wasn’t exactly friendly to the Red Light District, but as long as he paid his taxes regularly, it was still within the realm of tolerance.

If he didn’t pay taxes, then he’d need to brace for periodic crackdowns.

So, to cherish the hard-won joy, Tom’s home was located just ahead of the Red Light District, a simple left turn out the door would get him to his destination.

Very convenient.

Knock knock knock…

At home, having just taken a shower and settled on the sofa with safety measures ready, Tom heard a knock at the door.

“Coming, coming…”

Tom, unable to wait, walked to the door and yanked it open.

What met his gaze was a voluptuous, slender, and lovely white woman.

Apart from a rather strong air of worldliness about her, she fit Tom’s tastes quite well.

The woman walked in with a seductive smile, her hands casually resting on Tom’s shoulders.

This made Tom slightly uncomfortable.

After he closed the door, he coughed once and cautiously asked, “You don’t have any scars on you, do you?”

Honestly, the dream involving the Veda Sect’s female attendant had left Tom with a hefty psychological shadow.

Just thinking about how he slept with two cultist women in the dream and then remembering their disgusting scars made his scalp tingle.

The woman giggled, “How could I have any scars, my skin has always been nice.”

Tom said warily, “You sure? If you’re lying to me, I’ll make sure you end up in prison.”

The woman’s face turned pale and she looked at Tom with incredulous eyes, barely maintaining a smile: “I’m telling the truth.”

Was something a bit off?

Her instincts told her she should finish up and leave sooner rather than later.

Otherwise, who knows what might happen…

The woman knew Tom’s identity and had even resigned herself to potentially not getting paid after everything was done.

Seeing that she did not seem to be lying, Tom finally breathed a sigh of relief, “No scars, that’s good. I’m allergic to that stuff now… um, do you want to take a shower?”

He still wanted to make sure the woman truly had no scars on her.

The woman swallowed and said, “No… no need, let’s just get started, I have some things to do, the sooner we finish the sooner I can go home.”

With that, she began to undress.

Tom could only say helplessly, “Alright then…”

As long as it speeds up the recovery of my interest in women, the faster, the better.

As the woman swiftly undressed, Tom also found that she truly had no scars on her body.

Only at that moment did the anxiety he was carrying drop.

Involuntarily, a sense of grief and indignation arose in Tom’s heart.

“It’s all because of those crazy women from the Veda Sect, I was almost scared out of my humanity last time, losing the joy of being a man because of them.”

“This time, the psychological shadow I have towards women is also their fault.”

“Fuck! One day, I’m going to send all these crazy women to prison and have them shot!”

“If I can recover my interest in women this time, then so be it, but if not, I’m going to make it my life’s mission to fight against them!”

Tom swore to himself in his mind, and he was dead serious.

Meanwhile, the woman was pulling Tom into the bedroom.

Tom’s breathing became slightly rushed.

But the next moment, something that left him in a daze happened.

The woman simply lay on the bed: “Come on!”

She was like a death row inmate on their way to the execution ground, completely lifeless.

Tom looked at the woman, his lips trembling, and the urge he had managed to muster up instantly dissipated into nothing.

There was no foreplay at all, he might as well have bought a piece of pork.

“You can go now, and don’t ever appear before me again.”

The woman was utterly baffled: “What do you mean? We haven’t even started yet?”

Tom said expressionlessly: “Get out! Put on your clothes and get out!”

The woman cursed furiously: “Freak!”

After that, she snatched up her clothes and stormed out.

Bang…

Soon, the sound of the door slamming shut echoed sharply.

Tom shuddered, walked to the living room in a lost, listless state, and sat down on the sofa.

He lit a cigarette for himself.

“Veda Sect… you just wait for me!”

Last time Tom made a pledge like this, he worked tirelessly for three days, surviving on coffee.

This time, the problem was even more severe.

He really did have a psychological shadow now, and it was a re-traumatization.

A man’s dignity had been completely erased.

…

Du Wei had no idea that Tom had lost the greatest joy in his life and had become the man who hated the Veda Sect the most.

If he knew, he probably would offer Tom some psychological counseling.

As his good friend, he wouldn’t just watch Tom languish.

It’s just that he didn’t have the time right now.

Outside the door of the psychological counseling clinic.

Du Wei laboriously moved the wooden boxes that were placed at the entrance.

There were a full six of them, heavy and large, appearing to contain a considerable number of antiques.

It took quite a while.

Only then did Du Wei unpack those boxes one by one, revealing a total of ten antiques before his eyes.

There were miscellaneous small pieces, two golden vessels inlaid with sapphires, and an old, corroded disk adorned with many hieroglyphs.

Among those miscellaneous pieces were pendants, rings, and even a pocket watch.

Each item looked ancient and seemed to be of great value.

But…

In the state of Spirit Vision, those small pieces emitted no unusual aura.

They weren’t the special items Du Wei was looking for…

He continued to look at the damaged disk, which was the most likely to be unusual, but still found nothing wrong with it.

Instead, it was the pair of golden vessels that made Du Wei feel odd.

They were not dangerous, nor did they emit a cold aura, but there was this unfounded strangeness about them.

It was as if he had been around the Evil Spirit for so long that sometimes, without even using Spirit Vision, he could feel that something was amiss.@@novelbin@@

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