Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 360: 357, Watch: ???

“Mr. Hannibal, we also found something in the second-floor bedroom, the painting named ‘Another Door,’ and a black umbrella.”

“This damn Du Wei, he ruined our plans last time, and the bishops suspected that the painting had ended up in his hands. Now, it seems that was indeed the case.”

“He has sabotaged too many of our plans. If it weren’t for the god requiring his body to descend, I swear I would have killed him brutally.”

There came a teeth-gritting voice from the second floor.

Hearing this, a gleam flashed in Hannibal’s eyes, and he immediately said, “Take everything, search thoroughly again. If there are other items, we must not overlook them.”

For a hunter, to face an Evil Spirit, the first tool is the ability of Evil Spirit Transformation, followed by various items.

Every use of the ability would accelerate one’s own Evil Spirit Transformation.

Therefore, special items often play a greater role, at the very least those used the most were these things.

It was the same for Hannibal; he owned an Evil Spirit Scalpel.

But in the Mirror Evil Spirit’s world, the scalpel had been taken away by the Evil Spirit Du Wei.

When Hannibal left the Dusk Bell, the only thing he took with him was that letter.

He had already discovered how terrifying the Antique Clock was.

Even if he did not know how to use it, taking it away for research might prove useful sooner or later.

There was also Annabelle, locked inside the mounting cabinet.

Hannibal thought this might be related to Du Wei’s means of controlling Evil Spirits, and it was worth investigating too.

Mainly, there were just too many good things in Du Wei’s house.

Hannibal was somewhat envious.

“I have to say, Mr. Du Wei, you were too careless, leaving so many things behind in your house.”

“Foolish human.”

“Now, these things are all mine.”

Hannibal sneered and commanded the others to start.

As the leader of this group of Cultists, naturally, no one would defy his orders.

Moreover, the danger had vanished…

The Cultists approached the wall, two by two, each placing their hands on the Antique Clock and the mounting cabinet, respectively.

They were about to take them down.

But just at that moment.

Click…

The hands of the Antique Clock moved slightly, emitting a chime.

The two Cultists who touched the Antique Clock screamed horribly, and their bodies immediately swelled up, bursting into two clouds of blood mist.

The other two Cultists, who were taking down the mounting cabinet, attempting to pack and take Annabelle with them, met the same fate.

Blood boiled up inside the room, splattering everywhere.

Hannibal only felt a warm wetness on his face; he instinctively licked his lips, his complexion turning very ugly.

The blood was not tasty.

The next second, the hands moved again.

Click…

Hannibal didn’t hesitate to turn and run, but he managed only to dash forward less than a meter before his body swelled up like an inflated balloon.

All the Cultists in the room met the same fate.

Whether they were in the second-floor bedroom, in the washroom, or those who had gone to the attic.

At this moment, the bodies of all swelled up and burst into clouds of blood mist…

The hands of the Antique Clock continued to move.

…

Outside the house.

In the shadowy corner amidst the rain, Hannibal’s figure suddenly appeared. He ran frantically in one direction, not daring to stop for an instant.

The Cultists standing outside were extremely puzzled.

“Mr. Hannibal… Mr. Hannibal, where are you going?”

“Han…”

Before the name could be fully uttered, a ticking sound filled the ears of the people…

Blood mist splattered…

In the rain, this scene was exceptionally bloody, spreading from Du Wei’s house as the center, as all the people outside bizarrely burst into clouds of blood mist, one after another.

Fortunately, Du Wei’s neighbor had died earlier, so there were hardly any people around his house.

Only members of the Veda Sect died.

Of course, the reason might not be so complex.

The Antique Clock simply killed the discordant intruders.

…

Hannibal was still frantically trying to escape.

Not far into his run, he saw someone on a motorcycle pass by the roadside. He immediately pulled out his pistol and pulled the trigger.

His aim was very accurate.

The person was shot directly in the chest, falling to the ground in agonizing moans.

Hannibal rushed over quickly, picked up the motorcycle, and twisted the throttle to the max.

The speed of the bike soared.

He blazed through red lights, Hannibal dared not stop at all.

But he didn’t get very far.

The sound of a ticking clock began to fill his ears.

“Damn it!!!!!”

“Why do you have such a terrifying thing in your house?”

“Du Wei, you’re a madman!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Hannibal exploded into a cloud of blood on the street, in front of many bystanders.

The passersby who witnessed all of this began to scream in terror.

Of course, there were also those undaunted by death who quickly took out their phones to take pictures and upload them to the internet.

But as soon as the photos were posted online, just over a minute went by before they were flagged as unsafe and deleted.

…

Elsewhere.

Hannibal appeared in an alleyway, his complexion deathly pale, his eyes bloodshot, the deepest cold and calm within him becoming ever more intense.

“I have already… I’ve been killed three times now, there’s no more Evil Spirit left to die for me.”

He said this with an indescribably gloomy tone.

Although the sense of crisis felt somewhat weaker, it never entirely dissipated.

Just then.

Hannibal turned his head and looked behind him.

His gaze passed over the alley’s walls, ignoring the ‘No Climbing’ warnings, and he saw many detached villas.

Somehow.

Hannibal had arrived in the villa area in the city center, close to the home of Mrs. Mina, where Du Wei had once obtained the mask.

“I seem to have found the trace of an Evil Spirit.”

“There is actually an Evil Spirit here.”

Hannibal’s eyes lit up, and he immediately climbed over the fence, charging towards a villa cordoned off with isolation tape.

At this moment, a question lingered in his mind, as he should not have appeared here after being killed.

But the current situation was too dangerous, leaving him no time to ponder this.

“I must devour this Evil Spirit to die for me.”

“Just once, I can feel it, I can survive.”

…

At that very moment.

Du Wei was rushing home when he suddenly received a call from Tom.

As soon as he answered, he heard Tom shouting frantically, “Thank God the call got through, my friend, there’s big trouble. I’ve received reports that the man named Hannibal appeared in New York, riding on a motorcycle…”

Du Wei quickly asked, “What’s going on? What is Hannibal doing?”

Tom said angrily, “I don’t know what he’s done, but it felt like he was speeding. Wait… that’s not important. The important thing is that he blew up, exploded into a cloud of blood.”

“Moreover, the surveillance near your house also captured something similar. Many cultists came to your house in the early morning, they went in twice.”

“If I hadn’t gotten through to you, I would have thought those maniacs had killed you.”

“Where are you now? I must show you the surveillance footage; this matter is too… too horrifying!”

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