Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 359: 356. Dream Loser

Du Wei stepped off the bus, watching the taillights disappear in the rain.

Because of the weather, the sky was still somewhat murky.

Looking towards New York from a distance, he could only make out the nearest buildings, while the outlines of those farther away blurred in the rain.

Du Wei silently removed his mask, the faint red glimmer on it dimming.

At that moment, aside from the Black Umbrella left at the clinic, all his belongings were still with him.

When he made a wish using the Joker Card, he indeed entered a dream and regained the rights of the dreamer.

The entire dream was no longer controlled by the nun.

It was him in the dream, his true self at the Lake of the Soul, who uttered the true name; when he reached the subconscious dream, the morgue, he activated the power of the Mark.

By hypnosis, he caused Freddy to enter his own dream and experience a dream within it.

With two dreams superimposed, Du Wei, as the dominator, continually tilted everything in the dream toward Freddy, making it believe the dream was its own.

That’s why it in the dream transformed into Du Wei.

In truth, Freddy in the oil painting was itself.

It had been a deception from the very beginning.

Freddy’s thoughts were affected by the suggestions left by Du Wei without its awareness.

At this point in the process, Du Wei had already secretly boarded the bus, leaving the morgue behind for Freddy.

To put it plainly,

Freddy’s dream had taken over Du Wei’s, becoming the substitute in a sense.@@novelbin@@

In short, the scapegoat.

When Freddy returned to the morgue, everything it saw was its own dream.

The one playing the piano was it, and it was also the one sitting up from the dissection table.

The Demon Nun wasn’t killed either, but it was hardly different from being dead.

It originated from the curse and relied on Du Wei’s dream at its root.

As it grew stronger, it would enter reality through the dream.

Now, however, Du Wei had lost the right to dream; even if he made a wish with the Joker Card, it would no longer be possible.

Because his dream had not ended, it would continue indefinitely.

Only now Freddy was dreaming for him, and it had nothing to do with the curse.

If the Demon Nun wanted to return to reality, it had to meet two conditions: first, Freddy must come in contact with the curse, and second, it must exist within Freddy’s dreamscape.

But the dream Freddy was having was Du Wei’s.

Following this logic, the second condition was absolutely unachievable.

Even the first was highly improbable.

The price Du Wei paid was directly proportional to what he gained.

He became a man without dreams, who prudently locked the Demon Nun within an irrational dream.

The true name “Valak” began with Du Wei and also ended with him.

“So actually, even if I chant its true name now in reality, it’s not going to pop out,” he said.

“But if I look at it from another angle, I’ve actually obtained a very terrifying weapon.”

Du Wei walked in the rain, pulling up the collar of his trench coat a bit higher and lighting a cigarette for himself.

He took drags on the cigarette while pondering in his heart.

“The so-called weapon is actually the true name. The true name I affirmed for it; if I let other people in reality know this true name, then that person would be tainted with the curse.”

“Another nun will appear in this person’s dream, and if they’re lucky, maybe they can live a little longer.”

“If they’re unlucky, they will quickly be killed by the nun and then turn into a terrifying Evil Spirit.”

“But this nun, and the Demon Nun locked in my dream, are not one and the same.”

“It sounds like a massive weapon,” he mused.

As Du Wei said this, he suddenly thought of something.

This true name was meaningful only to him since it was affirmed by him. Without his deliberate spreading, even if others shout this name, they could not possibly connect with the Demon Nun.

But if someone wanted to kill him, then chanting the true name in front of them would unwittingly doom them.

For instance, the Veda Sect that bore grudges against him…

The feasibility was significant…

Suddenly, Du Wei shook his head, “The outbreak of a curse requires some time, and if too many people die, the Convent we create may spiral things out of control.”

“But it can be used as a trump card in reserve.”

“There’s also Evil Spirit Du Wei, I wonder what stage it has reached now.”

…

At that time.

At the entrance of the psychological clinic.

Hannibal and the others were baffled.

After that projection disappeared just now, inexplicable changes had taken place at the psychological clinic.

The flames fueled by gasoline silently died out.

All the chaos was as if it had never happened.

Under the Spirit Vision state.

Hannibal noticed that the clinic’s abnormality had completely vanished; he was certain this was an ordinary room.

“Let’s go inside and take a look, our great god is watching us, it’s very angry with us for delaying for so long, and we still haven’t brought the chosen body to it yet.”

“If he’s not inside, then we’ll stay in New York. If he is, we’ll capture him alive.”

Hannibal’s tone revealed a hint of fanaticism, resembling a highly devout Cultist.

He intended to coax the Veda Sect’s people into entering to probe the situation.

If it was still as before, with no word upon entry, he would leave without hesitation.

On the contrary.

Hannibal would go in to use that letter, to investigate the situation and formulate the next plan.

The Cultists didn’t know Hannibal’s thoughts, and their morale was easily spurred.

Thus, someone charged into the clinic.

Footsteps were disordered, accompanied occasionally by the sound of rummaging through boxes and drawers.

Hannibal stood at the doorway, watching those Cultists searching haphazardly in the room without any danger befalling them, and he couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

It seemed like it really was over.

“Mr. Du Wei, let me see what secrets you have left in this room.”

With that, Hannibal walked into the room.

The previous fog had completely disappeared, and it was possible to see everything clearly within the room.

Then.

Hannibal saw the Antique Clock hanging on the wall, and the display cabinet next to it.

His expression changed slightly, staring intently at the Antique Clock.

The hands on it had long since stopped moving, motionless, as if broken.

“Strange, you’re much quieter than before, I can’t see any problem.”

A mockingly sarcastic smile appeared on the corners of Hannibal’s mouth.

He then turned his gaze to the display cabinet beside him.

Under the Spirit Vision state.

He detected an unusual aura.

“Evil Spirit Doll? Quite intriguing, but you weren’t here before, were you? Who put you in here?”

“Was it him?”

Hannibal mused, pulling out the letter directly.

A line of text emerged—”Just a few minutes ago, Annabelle appeared in the display cabinet in a way you can’t understand, and the clock next to it also… changed.”

This line of text abruptly ceased as though it was impacted by something and couldn’t continue.

Seeing this, Hannibal narrowed his eyes and ordered the others, “I seem to have discovered something incredible, take this display cabinet and the clock as well.”

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