Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 391: 389, Crying

I have to say.

If the Horror House were a person, then its audacity would surely be boundless.

An existence that has metamorphosed into Strangeness.

Not only did it drag the school away from the bus driver, but it also wanted to make West Gana a part of itself.

It wasn’t simply about bringing it within its domain.

It was about literally becoming the Horror House.

By then, the Horror House could take the whole city and run away.

West Gana would become a hell on earth.

No one would be able to survive.

It might even become a hell for Evil Spirits.

Apart from the Horror House, everything else would become a part of it.

If it were successful, the world might entirely fall into chaos.

The authorities could cordon off a district, but they would absolutely be unable to blockade an entire city.

Once Mary Shaw killed thousands of people in Yard City, afterwards it took the officials so much effort to suppress the incident.

If a city were to lose contact, the whole world would be in disarray.

And God knows how many people would die from it.

Du Wei only felt an immense headache coming on.

He looked at the darkness that extended from the Horror House, and even though he was as calm and rational as one could be, he felt somewhat powerless.

This was truly madness.

No wonder the church had sent so many Exorcists, batch after batch, into Massas City without regard for the countless deaths and injuries, all to gather useful information, just so Alvin Dowqui could bring that scroll and seal off the pit in Massas City.

The part of Massas City that Du Wei had explored was probably only one-tenth of the entire area.

In the depths, in certain mysterious corners.

No one knew how many Strangeness still lurked there.

“I hate this world.”

Du Wei snuffed out all those chaotic thoughts and swiftly succeeded in Marking all the Evil Spirit students.

Then he turned around, looked at the dark and gloomy entrance of the Horror House, and walked in without a second thought.

What the world would turn into wasn’t something Du Wei had the power to control.

He just needed to do what he had to do.

For instance, sticking to the plan to lend a hand to the bus, cause some destruction in the Horror House, and see if he could possibly Mark the Horror House.

Life is long and arduous.

Du Wei proceeded cautiously but was hindered by the imminent crisis before him.

…

Walking into the dark, gloomy tunnel.

Du Wei had now entered the Horror House.

Without looking back, he knew there was no way out anymore.

Under the state of Spirit Vision, the scene before his eyes was dim.

The entire Horror House felt incredibly oppressive to Du Wei, as if he were being suffocated.

Even the tunnel leading to the interior of the Horror House was filled with an odd aura.

In the darkness, strange music would occasionally sound.

It felt sinister and bone-chillingly cold.

Suddenly.

The sound of a woman crying arose.

Du Wei narrowed his eyes, the sound was coming from around the corner ahead of the tunnel, and he could hear a dripping sound.

It seemed like someone was crying.

But this was the Horror House.

The only living person here was Du Wei.

It was definitely an Evil Spirit.

Frankly speaking, Du Wei did not want to confront an Evil Spirit at this time, even if it was a one-on-one situation where he held the absolute advantage.

His goal was the Horror House, to penetrate its deepest part, and then activate his Marking Ability.

When that happened, the bus, as well as those hundreds of Evil Spirits, would appear.

The Horror House would undoubtedly suffer a fatal blow.

And Du Wei could also take the chance to escape on the bus.

However, the location of the crying Evil Spirit was exactly where the entrance to the interior of the Horror House was.

Du Wei remembered very clearly.

Just around the corner, there would be a door, cast a vote and the door would open.

It’s just that so much time had passed.

He wondered if voting was still necessary?

It probably was.

Du Wei silently pulled out his Flintlock Gun and crept closer without making a sound.

If confrontation was inevitable, then it was best to strike first.

In the darkness.

Du Wei’s footsteps were steady, making no sound at all.

A faint mist enveloped his figure, casting a barely discernible shadow.

At this moment, he was only a meter away from the corner.

One more step forward, and he would come face to face with the crying Evil Spirit.

The sound of the woman’s crying grew louder and more sorrowful in his ears.

An image involuntarily surfaced in Du Wei’s mind.

He envisioned a woman in a wedding dress, clutching two infants barely a month old, being driven into a swamp by a crowd.

The swamp was a morass, and the woman sank deeper and deeper.

The infants whimpered.

She struggled to lift the children high, but in the end, she sank deeper and deeper, drowning in the swamp along with the two infants.

“How sad.”

Du Wei silently uttered to himself.

But no sooner had this thought emerged than his gaze turned ice-cold.

His body also stopped, no longer moving forward.

“Something’s not right; why would I have such a sentiment?”

Du Wei frowned and took a step back.

His personality was naturally cool and detached.

Moreover, after prolonged contact with Evil Spirits, he had developed a conditioned reflex—to remain calm and rational once he began facing off against Evil Spirits.

And now, in his state of Evil Spirit Transformation, extreme rationality and composure couldn’t possibly give rise to a sentiment of sadness.

Empathy was a joke.

At least it shouldn’t be at such a time.

“I’m being influenced.”

Du Wei kept his cool, suppressing all emotions.

“Let’s try this…”

Du Wei murmured softly and took a silver Coin from his pocket with his left hand.

Masked, he was now a shadow.

Let the shadow take the misfortune.

Ding…

Du Wei tossed a Coin in the darkness.

When it landed back in his palm, a skull appeared behind Du Wei, staring coldly at him and grinning masklessly.

It turned out to be heads…

The shadow’s luck seemed to be much better than Du Wei’s.

This complicated Du Wei’s expression, but there was no time for him to ponder it further, as he quietly raised the Flintlock Gun and pulled the trigger towards the corner.

Boom—

The gun smoke was sparse, the gunshot drowning out the woman’s weeping.

The bullet, upon hitting the corner, was deflected to the opposite wall, then ricocheted back, striking precisely into the corner.

The crying abruptly stopped.

In an instant.

A woman in a wedding dress, the hem stained with blood, wielding a kitchen knife, appeared before Du Wei.

She was like an Evil Spirit bride.

One of those that had debarked.

As soon as she appeared, she swung the kitchen knife at Du Wei.

But at that moment, from the shadows on the wall, a Dagger quietly emerged, aiming for the Evil Spirit bride’s head.

The shadow was about to make its move…

And the angle was tricky, utterly vile, resembling a medieval assassin lurking in the darkness, ready to strike without hesitation at any given opportunity.

Noticing this, Du Wei raised an eyebrow, stuffed the Coin in his pocket, and casually took out a lighter and pressed it.

This Evil Spirit wasn’t powerful enough to prevent the lighter from igniting.

A red flame burst to life.

The Evil Spirit woman in the wedding dress involuntarily paused for a moment.

In the darkness, a Dagger pierced her head…

It seemed she was possessing a corpse.

In an instant, her head was impaled clean through.

Du Wei then used the lighter to set her wedding dress ablaze, which burned fiercely, its color a blood-red mist.

Master and servant worked in perfect harmony.

Du Wei bypassed the burning corpse and came to the corner, where he was surprised to find the door leading inside the Horror House had already been opened.

And it was marked with many dried bloodstains from palm prints.

Behind him, the shadow appeared again, one hand holding the Dagger, the other taking the Evil Spirit bride’s kitchen knife.

It walked into Du Wei’s shadow and once again disappeared.

Du Wei looked at the open door, its edges deformed, as if it had been forcefully pulled open from the inside.

He pondered, “If this Evil Spirit bride appeared here, could the other Evil Spirits also be inside?”

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