Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 357: 354, Infinite Matryoshka Dolls

Everyone dreams.

In your dreams, the world actually revolves around you.

You have whatever you desire.

As long as it aligns with your cognition, anything can happen.

Yet your subconscious self-preservation mechanism won’t allow you to dream anything unacceptable.

Du Wei’s dreams were not like those of normal people.

His dreams contained a nun.

So in reality, when his dreams were tainted with a curse, they no longer belonged to him.

He lost the power, or rather the permission, to decide his dreams.

In dreams, everything harbored malice toward him.

…

When the sound of a lullaby arose.

“Freddy” appeared outside the autopsy room, wearing a trench coat, exuding terror, with a black top hat still on his head.

No matter how you looked at it, something was amiss.

Freddy had made a deal with Du Wei, to kill Du Wei.

But what the specifics of the deal were had slipped his memory.

Though not an Evil Spirit, he could hardly be called human.

He must have been mad, otherwise, why would he have agreed?

“I simply cannot kill that devil; he must have done something to me that I am unaware of.”

“Damn it, I have to find that autopsy room, I must go back, the dreams outside are too terrifying.”

The autopsy room was Du Wei’s subconscious dream, the safest place for him.

Once outside the autopsy room, the dream world was more than Freddy could bear.

Inside and out, they were completely different worlds.

What then presented itself before Freddy was a scene of the utmost absurdity.

He saw in front of him a city in decay—New York.

The original tar roads were overgrown with moss.

On the towering concrete buildings were massive trees, their branches binding the structures tightly.

The air was permeated with the stench of rot, as if corpses were metabolizing.

Freddy wandered the streets, his Right Hand’s sharp blades occasionally scraping together, betraying his inner turmoil and anxiety.

“Damn it, I feel like something’s watching me—could it be that thing?”

This “thing” was the nun.

Freddy didn’t even know how he came to know the word “nun,” and now he was terrified.

Because the moment the nun set her sights on him, he felt like those people from Elm Street, binding him to the banyan tree, lighting the fire beneath him, that sense of dread and powerlessness.

“Du Wei, you better not let me find you, or I swear I’ll kill you!”

Freddy gritted his teeth and hurried toward the psychological clinic within the dreamscape.

He didn’t know why he had the exact location of the psychological counseling clinic in his mind, his thoughts were hyperactive, many flashing through every second.

A will in the darkness was telling him that only by entering the psychological counseling clinic would he be able to see Du Wei and thus kill him.

He felt as though he could control this dream.

Soon, he arrived at the entrance of the psychological counseling clinic.

But then…

Freddy shuddered, his neck stiffening as he twisted it to see a shadow that had appeared at the doorway.

The shadow was tall, pressed tightly against the door.

It was the exact silhouette of a nun.

Even without a physical form, it was enough to chill Freddy to the bone; he even felt as if his very consciousness had been frozen.

“Escape…”

The single thought of fleeing was all that occupied Freddy’s mind, and he turned and left without hesitation.

But the next second, his body stiffened.

He saw the shadow of the nun now stood behind him.

The shadow was stretched out long.

Looking along the shadow, Freddy saw the nun standing in the distance, staring intently at him.

So close was the distance…

Freddy could even see all the details of the nun’s body, from skin to pupils, from clothes to fingernails…

The immense oppressive feeling made Freddy tremble all over.

This was a torment of the mind.

Freddy turned his head and darted toward the psychological consultation clinic, grinding his teeth in determination.

The nun simply stood there, with no intention of following him.

…

It was only about four meters from the street to the entrance of the psychological consultation clinic, but Freddy felt his vision shift, and suddenly he found himself at the clinic’s door.

He grabbed the door handle, pushed it gently, and burst in, then immediately shut the door behind him.

After doing all this, he was stunned.@@novelbin@@

“Wait… why am I acting like a human?”

“I can vanish in an instant and reappear elsewhere, ignoring space and distance, so why… why have I lost all my abilities?”

Freddy’s expression was one of sheer terror as he reached out and touched his own face.

A horribly frightening thought occurred to him.

This dream seemed to be his own…

“Damn you, Du Wei, what on earth have you done to me?”

“It’s bad enough that you’re playing with a dream within a dream, but why drag me into it?”

“Where are you now?”

Freddy screamed loudly as he ran toward the bedroom on the second floor of the clinic.

“Something’s off about this dream, it’s mine, yet it doesn’t feel like mine. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be losing my powers in it.”

“I’m supposed to become more powerful.”

Freddy rushed upstairs and pushed open the bedroom door.

The doors from the clinic to the bedroom should have been locked, but in the dream, they were useless against Freddy, as if all rules bent in his favor.

Inside the bedroom.

Freddy’s gaze fixed on the bedside.

A nonsensical thought popped into his head: “There should be a painting here.”

The next second.

A painting indeed appeared at the bedside.

Black and white intermingling, a twisted scene…

As the painting materialized, its image twisted, and Freddy’s eyes became increasingly vacant.

He muttered: “Eyes… dream… eyes… dream, I killed you… in a dream… in the dream, I killed you.”

The voice was intermittent.

Freddy could feel the forgotten pieces of information in his consciousness surfacing bit by bit as he looked at the painting.

At the same time, the painting transformed from a twisted state of black and white to something gradually clearer, revealing a vague human silhouette.

The first thing to become distinct was the area of the eyes.

As Freddy looked at those eyes, his expression grew more ferocious: “Dream… damn dream, is it me who’s dreaming, or you?”

“What have you done to me?”

He roared at the painting.

But suddenly, the temperature in the entire bedroom dropped significantly…

A presence so horrifying it could make one’s soul tremble permeated the room.

Freddy knew that the nun had entered the psychological consultation clinic.

By opening the door himself, he had essentially granted access to the permissions of the dream, akin to inviting the nun inside.

With a sinister smile, Freddy said, “But I am not the devil that Du Wei is. If anyone should die, it should be him. Freddy has nothing to do with this!”

But…

As he finished speaking, Freddy’s expression became vacant…

He saw the person in the painting had become completely clear.

But the image painted was not of Du Wei, but of himself.

“Why is it me in the painting, and not you?”

The Freddy in the painting sneered back at him, “Because right now, you are Du Wei.”

After saying this…

The expression of the Freddy outside the painting uncontrollably turned cold, and his appearance, down to his clothes, changed into that of Du Wei.

He finally understood the problem, raging in his mind: “Du Wei, you’ve made me dream within your dream, turning me into you, while you’ve turned into me in your own dream.”

“You devil, you’ve definitely gone mad!”

However, by that time, the nun had already appeared in the bedroom, placing her hands on “Du Wei’s” shoulders.

The nun, looming over him, opened her horrific mouth and extended her sharp fangs, as black liquid slowly dripped onto his body.

Meanwhile, the Freddy within the painting was equally expressionless, as his deadly right hand emerged from the canvas, also launching an attack on this “Du Wei.”

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