Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 350: 347, as you wish

9 PM.

Outside the psychological counseling clinic.

It was late at night, and except for the café across the street still open for business, the entirety of Queen Street lay in silence.

The murder case that had occurred earlier made this place desolate at night.

As a result, many of the storefronts on the opposite street had closed down, even that café was likely not going to last much longer.

Therefore.

Du Wei wasn’t worried that melting two gold bottles in the alchemy furnace late at night would garner anyone else’s attention.

Hmm…

The Melting Furnace he ordered arrived quickly, because he paid triple the delivery fee.

“Let me see, what secrets are hidden in these two bottles,”

Du Wei said in a cold voice, directly tossing the two gold bottles into the alchemy furnace.

After closing the triple-layered thermal insulation cover and pressing the start button, the entire Melting Furnace began to operate.

But at that instant.

A chill suddenly surged from the bottom of Du Wei’s heart…

It was as if he was in an ice cave, the kind of feeling where even breathing seems to halt.

In his ears, he faintly heard a series of painful moans.

There was something…

His face darkened, and he immediately paused the operation of the Melting Furnace.

Under the state of Spirit Vision, the entire Melting Furnace was shrouded in a layer of dark fog, that fog, alive like tendrils intertwining, had actually formed two human faces.

The faces were very blurry, but their contours were clearly visible, small, youthful…

“Not an Evil Spirit…”

Du Wei’s eyes were somewhat gloomy; those two youthful faces gave him the feeling of ghosts…

Ghosts, according to the church’s records, might be a lesser form of Evil Spirit. Killed under extreme conditions, they could become ghosts.

But Evil Spirits aren’t too particular about logic.

They are absolutely a product of idealism, if they exist, they exist, if not, they do not.

“Someone sacrificed two children while making these two gold vases…”

Du Wei spoke in an indescribably cold tone; lately, he had seldom gone through an Evil Spirit Transformation, as he was trying to prevent the loss of his humanity to the critical point where he could become unlike himself.

“This world always makes me feel out of place.”

After saying this, Du Wei reached out to turn the switch on again, sat down on the grass, and lit a cigarette for himself.

…

At this very moment.

On the other side, in Scolyn City.

The people of the Veda Sect, under the leadership of Hannibal, also arrived at the old district that had long been abandoned.

“This place used to specialize in making mirrors, but with the replacement of handcrafts by mechanization, it has been completely deserted for many years, our god is here.”

“Here, there is an existence of a Mirror Evil Spirit, but its medium has been completely destroyed, it does not exist in reality.”

“Through it, we can see our god.”

“But because the medium is destroyed, we need to use another mirror to reflect its true form.”

Walking into the old district, Hannibal glanced at the mirror fragments scattered on the ground and said softly to the others, “Be careful, these mirror fragments won’t reflect our images.”

Someone bent down and picked up a piece of mirror fragment at random.

Generally, the back of a mirror has a gray coating, and from the front, it can clearly reflect the reference object, while the bottom is an indescribable white.

In this piece of mirror fragment, that white had never changed.

“It’s indeed as you said, so Mr. Hannibal, are you sure that the mirror we brought can really work?”

The person casually tossed away the fragment, their tone very cold.

Hannibal turned his head, smiling at her and said, “Of course, you will soon see our god, and you will be amazed by its perfection, shocked by its strength.”

Her tone softened somewhat, “Then please begin, praise our god.”

She no longer exclusively used the phrase “praise Veda” because if their god was proven to exist, that phrase could no longer be specific but would become general.

Hannibal clapped his hands smilingly, and immediately someone carried over a human-sized mirror covered with a red cloth.

The entire mirror was exceedingly heavy.

And strangely, although the red cloth covered the mirror, it showed a concave indentation.

The back of the mirror was the same.

Thud…

The mirror stood on the ground.

Hannibal looked up at the night sky, which was overcast.

For some reason, this street seemed to never see the moon anymore; looking up always met with a sky full of dark clouds.

In his heart, Hannibal asked, “Did you do this, my friend?”

Then he laughed even more cheerfully.

As if he had found a confidant, Hannibal had a very special affection for the Evil Spirit Du Wei. Even though the Evil Spirit Du Wei had burst his body three times and he had almost died at the other’s hand, it was still the same.

Being the only special one meant loneliness.

Those who had experienced loneliness, upon seeing their own kind, found it hard to resist the longing in their hearts.

Hannibal even felt that he and the Evil Spirit Du Wei were brothers.

Irrelevant to skin color or race, unrelated to bloodline and past.

Simply because they were both special.@@novelbin@@

“Let’s begin…”

Hannibal took a deep breath, walked up to the mirror, and waved his hand.

The others nodded solemnly and took out daggers to slice open their right palms.

Blood dripped down from the wounds.

Accompanied by a low chanting.

Solemn and reverent…

The voice was long and wave-like, one after another.

During this process, people continually knelt on the ground, bowing deeply in worship.

Others used their blood to draw special symbols on the ground.

This was a sacrifice, and also a method used by the Veda Sect to communicate with the Vedas.

But for a very long time, no one had been able to establish accurate contact with the Vedas, only receiving vague responses.

And these responses had to be interpreted by the leader, Akaret.

Suddenly…

The red cloth covering that mirror moved slightly.

The concave area bulged out bit by bit, as if something inside wanted to come out.

Seeing this, a thrill of excitement flashed in Hannibal’s eyes. He took a breath with agitation, grabbed the corner of the red cloth, and yanked it fiercely.

The entire mirror then appeared before everyone’s eyes.

It was a full-length mirror, with a frame made of solid wood, its carved patterns filled with gold thread.

Luxurious and extravagant.

At that moment, the surface of the mirror was pitch black, not fitting in with the world, with black mist roiling inside.

Whoosh…

All present, including Hannibal, heard a breath being exhaled.

They felt a chill deep in their hearts, with a numbing terror that could not be described in words seeping into their flesh and organs from their scalps.

A pair of black pupils appeared within the mirror, calmly observing everyone outside of it.

The intense oppression made everyone’s hearts beat frantically, and their breathing became difficult.

Crack…

Someone couldn’t withstand the pressure and lay prostrate on the ground, unable to speak.

In the depths of Hannibal’s heart, a cold voice emerged.

He heard the Evil Spirit Du Wei saying, “Bring my body back.”

In his heart, Hannibal wondered, “You should be able to come out of the mirror, so why do you need a body?”

The Evil Spirit Du Wei replied coldly, “Because I am Du Wei.”

Hannibal nodded thoughtfully and said firmly, “As you wish, my friend.”

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