Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 358: 355. Veteran Driver Du Wei (Third update, Chapter of 3000 words)

Creak…

Fangs bit into “Du Wei’s” head, tearing apart the flesh and crushing the skull.

Splat…

A sharp, cold-gleaming steel right hand pierced through “Du Wei’s” heart, pulverizing it in one grasp.

At this moment, no matter how, “Du Wei” was dead beyond any doubt.

The nun stood within the bedroom, thoroughly devouring “Du Wei”; it seemed to be enjoying a delicious meal, icy and ferocious.

The demon’s lies came to an end here.

It had obtained the true name born from fabrications of lies and also reaped the “fruit” that had been cultivated for so long.

But within this dream, there remained something discordant.

That was the painting hanging on the wall, and the expressionless “Freddy” reaching out his hand from it.

The nun looked at this Freddy, the corners of its blood-dripping mouth twisted into a mocking smile.

In its yellowing eyes, pure evil was reflected.

It is Valak…

It is the nun…

It is The Nun…

Its legend and information somehow began to circulate in this world.

The more it is feared, the more solidified its existence becomes.

People have tried many ways to resolve this entity, but none have been effective.

The demon’s true name is the biggest lie.

Du Wei had been trapped from the start, incapable of escaping this misinformation with his thinking pattern, just like he couldn’t deny himself.

But he confirmed the lie in his own way.

At that moment…

The nun, no… rather, the Demon Nun.

It looked at the painting, placed its hands on the frame, lifting it high…

This was its coronation.

The entire Dream World had turned bizarre and malevolent.

The pillow beside the bed split open, revealing a mouth full of fangs.

An eye emerged from the wall, curiously surveying this world.

Absurd to the extreme.

Even the most insane painter could not depict this scene; the world came alive because of the Demon Nun, or rather, became an extension of its will.

At the beginning of the dream, it had Du Wei’s acknowledgment; it had obtained a true name.

By the end of the dream, it would use this dream as a stepping stone, awakening from Du Wei’s body, reaching into reality.

From the psychological clinic to the whole Dream New York, the color seemed to have been drained, leaving only black and white.

…

In the reality of the psychological clinic, too, chaos was unfolding.

In the torrential rain, the Veda Sect’s cultists doused the whole house with gasoline.

Hannibal stood in the dark, with a smile watching this unfold, he said, “Let’s see how long you can hide in there. The Antique Clock will not be affected by the fire, but you are human, you have to come out if you don’t want to die.”

“Give up the struggle.”

“Let me take your body back; you are wholly unqualified to use it.”

“Only the Evil Spirit within you is the most perfect, the most powerful existence.”

“I am eager to see my own kind descend upon this world, to make it more interesting.”

“And then… I will eat it.”

As he said the last words, Hannibal covered his mouth with his hand, struggling to suppress the impulse to burst into maniacal laughter.

He knew he was playing with fire.

One misstep, and he could die at the hands of the Evil Spirit Du Wei.

But Hannibal didn’t care at all. The thought alone that the moment the Evil Spirit Du Wei took over the body, an evil spirit named Du Wei would appear in this world, and then at that juncture, be devoured by him, excited him to trembling.

There was nothing more interesting than this.

Hannibal’s ability was to consume evil spirits, and those he devoured became his scapegoats.

This ability was very bug-like, but the cost was clear.

Hannibal’s mental state was always unstable, extremely insane. He didn’t care about life but did not want to become an idiotic evil spirit.

Yes…

In Hannibal’s eyes, an evil spirit without wisdom, memory, or consciousness was an idiot.

He wanted to become an existence like Evil Spirit Du Wei.

That’s why he initially admired Du Wei so much, but now held such contempt and disdain, and it was related to this reason.

Hannibal felt that if he were Du Wei, he would not hesitate to give his body to Evil Spirit Du Wei.

Same memories, same personality, same name.

What’s so bad about becoming an evil spirit?

“Hahaha… Evil Spirit Hannibal, just thinking of this name makes me shiver uncontrollably.”

Hannibal whispered, but did not notice the extreme coldness and calm in the depths of his eyes.

Suddenly…

A cultist from the Veda Sect approached, and he immediately showed a kind smile, very warm and friendly.

“Mr. Hannibal, everything is ready.”

Hearing this, Hannibal nodded and said, “Then, set it on fire.”

The cultists lifted their hands and swung them down forcefully.

Someone immediately ignited the gasoline.

In an instant, the entire psychological clinic was engulfed in flames, which roared fiercely even in the pouring rain.

The firelight reflected on the faces of Hannibal and the others, making them seem more ferocious and evil.

But just then.

Suddenly, someone exclaimed, “Look, what’s going on with this clinic, why is there a double image?”

Hannibal, upon hearing this, immediately turned his head to look back.

The next second, his expression became extremely interesting.

The entire psychological counseling clinic was engulfed in flames, but what was burning was the gasoline; the building itself wasn’t affected at all.

Above the psychological counseling clinic, an identical projection of the clinic appeared.

But this projection was black and white, blurred and indistinct…

From top to bottom, the projection seemed ready to overlap with the clinic in reality.

Hannibal’s eyes widened; in the second-floor window of the projection, he saw a painting, but because of the distance, he couldn’t make out what it precisely depicted. He could only see a pair of hands with sharp nails cradling the frame of the painting.

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Hannibal’s face darkened as he suddenly felt an urge to flee.

The existence within this projection conveyed to him the sense of death.

As soon as this being arrived in reality, everyone would die.

However, before Hannibal could turn to leave, the projection suddenly twisted, and with it came the sound of some unknown piano music…

Calm and silent.

Hannibal’s hair stood on end, and he quickly backed away in terror.

The moment he heard the piano sound, he suddenly found the Evil Spirits he had devoured also fell silent.

…

Inside the clinic.

The hands of the Antique Clock hanging on the wall were moving backward.

The vague silhouette inside the room, identical to Du Wei, became very dim.

In the nearby display cabinet, Annabelle, unbeknownst to when, had appeared inside. It was furiously slamming against the cabinet doors, its breath wild to the extreme.

Even more frenzied than it, indeed, was the Antique Clock.

It was serene and mysterious, and with each backward swing of its hands, that terribly suppressed aura grew heavier.

It wanted to rewind time within the clinic to a certain point, but it was still too slow.

The time lapse between the moment Du Wei closed his eyes to dream and the moment Annabelle was too long.

With each backward swing of the clock hands, a clicking sound would be heard.

If someone were in the room, they might instantly be driven to death by this bizarre atmosphere.

…

Meanwhile.

It was still that autopsy room.

“Du Wei”, clad in a trench coat with a red and green striped turtleneck sweater underneath, lifted his hands off the piano…

The shadow stood immobile behind the piano seat.

The next second.

He covered his head with his hands and furiously slammed them down on the piano keys, discordantly… the sound of the piano was frantic.

Then, he tore open his trench coat and as if the coat were skin that had adhered to him, blood oozed out when it was ripped open.

Exposed beneath the trench coat was none other than Freddy adorned in burn scars.

“Devils… devils…”

Freddy screamed in terror, but upon clearly seeing his surroundings, he shuddered and shrank back into a corner.

“It’s started again, it’s started again, you maniac, what on earth have you done to me?”

“Is this really your dream?”

A white cloth had unknowingly covered the dissection table at the side.

Underneath the cloth, there seemed to be a body.

Then, a hand reached out from underneath the cloth, pulling it away.

Du Wei sat up from the bed and calmly said to Freddy, “This was once my dream, but now it is no longer.”

It sounded like he was giving an answer to Freddy.

But this response made Freddy even more agitated, “Impossible, if it’s not your dream, then why are you here, and what’s going on with me? Who just died?”

Du Wei calmly stated, “All that doesn’t matter, what matters is that the ones who just died were, of course, Du Wei and Freddy.”

Freddy was about to go mad, shaking his head repeatedly…

Seeing this, Du Wei couldn’t help but shake his head and gave out the signal to release the psychological suggestion.

“Look into my eyes.”

Freddy subconsciously looked over, and his gaze immediately became empty.

Du Wei stood up, approached Freddy, and whispered, “According to our deal, you would become me in my dream, and then, in the dream, I would create a version of you to kill me.”

“And now, the deal is complete.”

Freddy’s face turned unsightly, “You… you can actually hypnotize me…”

Du Wei stared at him and said, “This isn’t the first time.”

Freddy felt a chill at the stare and originally wanted to ask when Du Wei would fulfill the promise of the deal—to take revenge on Ryan Hamel for him—but was too afraid to ask…

For the first time, he felt fear towards someone.

It was just like what Du Wei had said at the very beginning; he would become Freddy’s nightmare, no matter how much time passed, Freddy would never escape him.

At that moment, Freddy suddenly thought of something and screamed in horror, “You said this was once your dream, so whose dream is it now?”

Du Wei answered, “Of course, it’s yours.”

Freddy collapsed, “Then you should also be part of the dream, so where is the real you?”

“I have always been on the bus…”

As he spoke, Du Wei’s body became dimmer and dimmer.

At the same time, the autopsy room also darkened.

It was like a bubble, reflecting myriad colors in the sunlight, but quickly dissolving into nothingness.

…

June 16th, 7 a.m.

An old-fashioned bus came to a stop at a New York station.

The bus was brand new, its lights dim.

When the doors opened, a man in a trench coat wearing a white mask was seen sitting in the driver’s seat.

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