Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 388: 385, Fall into reality

Rustle…

The sound of shattering from within grew louder and louder.

The light before his eyes turned from dim to pitch black.

When everything cleared up again,

the bus had already passed through the reflection of West Gana and encroached upon the domain of the Horror House.

Above in the sky, dense clouds amassed, with torrential rain and thunder interwoven.

Water pooled everywhere on the ground.

Two headlights lit up, and the outline of the bus gradually became clear, appearing at the school’s entrance.

And those Evil Spirits standing in the rain with Black Umbrellas all lifted their heads, their eyes filled with dead silence and emptiness.

Hundreds of gazes converged in one place.

The psychological and physiological pressure was enough to make anyone collapse.

Du Wei stood at the front of the bus, straightened his bent back, his gaze cold and devoid of emotion as he coolly watched those umbrella-wielding Evil Spirits outside.

The Horror House had transformed in a terrifying manner during its disappearance.

Du Wei couldn’t understand why the bus insisted on confronting the Horror House; it didn’t seem stronger than the Horror House at all.

There was utterly no chance of winning.

Du Wei pulled out the Joker Card from his pocket.

The figure on the card had gone from intact to so decayed that only a head remained.

He could only make one wish.

And after this wish, the Evil Spirit within would also emerge.

What was called fulfilling a wish was actually this Evil Spirit’s ability, and once it emerged, it would undoubtedly make the situation even more dangerous.

It bore a grudge against Du Wei and the Black Shadow just the same.

Before this, the Evil Spirit was on the cusp of an outburst.

But Du Wei had fooled it, using the Black Shadow to make wishes every time, and giving the Black Shadow a “significant” room to grow.

With the diminishing of one and the strengthening of another, the Evil Spirit’s eruption was suppressed.

And it even forcefully bargained six chances to make wishes.

This last wish, Du Wei originally planned to use it during the fight against the Evil Spirit Du Wei, but now the situation had completely spiralled out of control, and if he didn’t find a way out, he might not be able to leave.

He must flee.

“I wish to be removed from this battle right now and return to New York,”

Du Wei bit his teeth and made the wish again as the Black Shadow.

But this time it failed.

An ice-cold chill emanated from the surface of the Joker Card, that chill boiling, but in no way progressing to the stage where the wish could be fulfilled.

Du Wei had prepared to pay a steep price, yet the Joker Card simply couldn’t achieve it.

Ultimately.

The chill slowly dissipated, and the Joker Card chose to go on strike.

Damn it…

Du Wei’s gaze grew colder, helplessly stuffing the Joker Card back into his pocket as his mind raced relentlessly, trying to find a way out but coming up short.

He asked himself, “Am I going to die here?”

It seemed that was the only possibility.

All of his means were ineffective, landing him in the most dangerous situation.

He was even worse off than when he was first targeted by the Evil Spirits.

At least back then, he could fight back, relying on his intelligence to turn the situation around step by step.

But now, he couldn’t even think of a way to fight back.

The feeling of powerlessness grew stronger.

Even the Demon Nun hadn’t pushed Du Wei to this extent, but a Horror House, a bus, had put him in a fatal situation.

Thinking this, Du Wei suddenly laughed, shaking his head and removing his mask, his pale face full of ruthlessness.

Click…

A flame flickered from the lighter.

Du Wei lit a cigarette for himself, took a drag into his lungs, and repeated his earlier question: “Am I going to die here?”

Then he answered, “Absolutely not.”

Until the last moment of life dissipates, until blood dries into a cold corpse, until consciousness falls into the void, Du Wei would never admit to the so-called death.

“There has to be a way.”

“At the very least, I’m still alive now, all I need to do is wait for a suitable opportunity.”

Du Wei watched the scene calmly, waiting for a change in the situation.

The bus was having a standoff with the Horror House, and it would only be later that matters would erupt, perhaps presenting a glimmer of hope for survival.

The Evil Spirits inside the bus had fallen into madness.

Except for where Du Wei was, the entire bus had turned pitch black.

Even with Spirit Vision, he could not see through it.

But Du Wei knew that those Evil Spirits were definitely trying to escape.

The bus was like a prison, confining these Evil Spirits and Du Wei.

Or rather, it might be more fitting to describe it as a coffin.

They were merely trapped inside the coffin, desperately trying to push off the firmly closed lid.

At this moment.

The air was heavy with an indescribable oppressiveness.

Even breathing had become laborious.

It wasn’t an illusion but a tangible pressure and suffocation.

The bus stopped at the school gates, where the student Evil Spirits seemed to have undergone a change, defecting to the side of the Horror House; not a single one left through the school gates to board the bus as they had before.

The weather grew increasingly agitated.

The gloomy torrential rain pattered down, hammering against the windows, producing a dense noise.

Du Wei knew he could shoot the windows and jump out to escape.

But he dared not.

His instinct told him that it would be in vain and would instead draw the attention of the bus. Most importantly, as soon as he left the bus, he would fall within the domain of the Horror House.

To leave was to die.

Whereas, staying on the bus was comparatively safer.

Outside the bus, at the very center of the school.

The blurred figure at the entrance of the Horror House twisted and swayed, ephemeral and indistinct.

Then it disappeared.

In an instant.

A cold dampness rose within the bus.

That vague silhouette silently appeared in front of Du Wei.

The shadow spread across the floor like spilled water.

Without hesitation, Du Wei drew his gun and fired straight at it.

At the same time, he was rapidly retreating backward.

The flintlock gun’s bullet struck the blurred figure but passed straight through, shattering the window and sending shards of glass flying.

The blurry figure seemed enraged, turning to face Du Wei, and extended an arm-like contour, making a slight grabbing gesture.

Extreme danger…

Du Wei’s pupils shrank, and a shadow emerged from his body, grasping a Dagger and slashing fiercely.

The shadow chose to confront it head-on.

It remained completely still, trembling continuously.

The Dagger too began to show a dense network of cracks starting from the tip.

As Du Wei continued to retreat, the black mist covering him dimmed suddenly.

Crack…

The Dagger shattered, leaving only half of the blade attached to the intact handle.

The shadow seemed to cower, retreating back into the mask and overlapping with Du Wei once more.

However, this time.

Du Wei felt it exude an instinctual fear.

The only effect it had was to withstand a seemingly inevitable demise once.

But that was enough.

Because Du Wei had retreated directly into the darkness at the back of the bus.

Enshrouded in darkness, five Evil Spirits lay in wait, ready to strike.

The sensation was like dancing on the edge of a knife, pushed to the extremes of insanity.

At that moment, the will of the bus itself surfaced once again, and the interior suddenly turned completely dark.

An extremely terrifying gaze locked onto the blurry figure.

This unwelcome visitor had caught the attention of the bus.

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