Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 403: 401, Envelope requests to go into battle

It was now 8 PM.

After saying goodbye to Tom, Du Wei drove back to the entrance of the psychological counseling clinic.

As he had said, he needed to rest.

It was different from when he had left.

His luggage had been left in Jedecra State, of course with only some clothes for changing, items for dealing with the Evil Spirit, and a map sent by the Vanity Sect, all of which he carried on him.

He inserted the key.

After a twist, Du Wei pushed the door open.

Inside, nothing had changed from before.

The Antique Clock was still hanging on the wall, its hands mechanically overlapping and turning.

And in the display cabinet next to it, Annabelle the Evil Spirit Doll stayed quietly inside. The moment the door opened, she suddenly turned her head to look at the doorway.

Then, she quietly turned back again.

Du Wei glanced meaningfully at Annabelle. The threat she posed to him had become almost non-existent.

The Joker Card representing the gamble had locked her in the display cabinet, and without an external force, she could not get out.

The Joker Card representing wishes bound her to the display cabinet.

Even if the ability marked by the War God pulled her to another place, once the mark ended, she would still return to the display cabinet.

An infinite death loop.

At that moment,

Some white powder on the floor beneath the display cabinet drew Du Wei’s attention.

It looked somewhat familiar.

He squinted, casually closed the door, and walked toward the white powder.

It seemed Annabelle had brought back some “spoils of war” when she came home.

“This looks like Bone Powder…”

Du Wei squatted down and touched the white powder.

Then he looked up in surprise.

On the church’s side, Bone Powder was commonly the Exorcist’s best means against Evil Spirits.

One, after burning it, Evil Spirits could not approach.

Two, it was very efficient at starting fires.

According to Father Tony, this Bone Powder was a residue left behind after certain special Evil Spirits were killed.

But Du Wei had never encountered so-called special Evil Spirits.

Furthermore, with the passing of many Exorcists from the church, some resource reserves were very tight.

All of New York’s stock had already been used up by Du Wei.

What’s more important was…

He had already used up his future allocation amounts.

Therefore, he rarely used Bone Powder, despite its effectiveness.

But now…

A batch of Bone Powder had just been conveniently delivered to his doorstep.

Du Wei raised an eyebrow, “So you’re saying that an Evil Spirit died in my home without my knowing?”

After speaking,

He lifted his head to glance at Annabelle in the display cabinet.

She was motionless, as if dead.

“Don’t tell me that Evil Spirit woman was brought back home with you?”

Of course, Annabelle would not answer Du Wei.

But he felt it was highly probable.

The ability of the Mark combined with the Joker Card’s wish had brought Annabelle home the instant she got out of the car.

The woman Evil Spirit in the long dress had been holding her all along.

And at that time, Du Wei had not seen the Evil Spirit in the Horror House either.

The result was obvious.

Indeed, she had been brought into the home, as for how she died…

No need to think too hard about it.

The only thing in the home that could easily kill an Evil Spirit was the Antique Clock.

It must be said,

This was an unexpected surprise.

Du Wei shook his head and began to look around the room for a bottle.

He had to pack up the Bone Powder.

…

Elsewhere.

Tom was in a pretty good mood.

He drove along the road, humming a tune, with a cigarette clamped between his lips.

The despondency and sorrow had been wiped from his face.

In their place was a thick air of confidence.

He, Tom, was back in action!

Hiss…

The sound of brakes echoed.

Tom parked the car in front of his house.

Then, with hands in his pockets and still puffing on his cigarette, he walked towards the street behind his house—the Red Light District.

As he walked, he mused to himself, “A good brother really makes all the difference; this sort of psychological boost is so much better than any self-comforting I could do by myself.”

“Fuck! From now on, if anyone dares to mess with my good brother, I’ll fight them tooth and nail!”

To Tom,

Not only was Du Wei his good brother, but he was also his benefactor.

He was well aware that if he hadn’t met Du Wei and serendipitously become the guy to clean up the messes, he never would’ve been promoted to his current position.

Even more so, without Du Wei, he might have already died at the hands of an Evil Spirit.

Tom has never forgotten the time he was targeted by an Evil Spirit and nearly strangled to death with a rope—it was Du Wei who had raced back to New York from another city overnight to save him.

Though he never spoke of it,

Tom always kept that incident etched in memory.

“Ah, my good brother is both reliable and capable but just too damn proper,”

“The Red Light District is a man’s paradise, a refueling station for life, and yet he has no interest in it.”

Tom sighed regretfully, “It’s my failing that I couldn’t get my good brother to join the Red Light District War God Combo. Maybe that’s just what a good man is.”

He knew his own character was questionable.

But he had no desire to change.

What could possibly be more joyful than living it up in the Red Light District?

At that moment,

Tom spotted Father Tony, looking around nervously at the entrance of the Red Light District.

The scene seemed familiar,

except the roles had switched this time.

Tom flicked away the cigarette from his mouth and immediately approached him.

He walked up behind Father Tony and slapped him on the back, “I knew you’d come.”

The latter jumped in shock, but on turning his head and seeing Tom, he breathed a sigh of relief, “I thought it was someone else. It’s you. Didn’t you say you were going to cultivate your moral character?”

Father Tony was astonished.

In the evening, after Tom and Du Wei had left, he had felt lonely in the church.

So, he had sneaked over to the Red Light District.

But he never expected to run into Tom here.

Tom said with pride, “Which young man cultivates his moral character? Do you?”

Father Tony shook his head, “I don’t. I’m in perfect health.”

Tom said with contempt, “Then stop talking nonsense. Come with me. Tonight, I’ll let you see my fighting strength.”

Father Tony immediately broke into a sleazy smile, stretching out one hand and making a five sign.

Tom shook his head disdainfully, spread his hands wide apart, and opened his fingers.

“I want ten!”

…

Du Wei had no idea that Tom had just regained his vigor and was now out enjoying the Red Light District.

Nor could he imagine that Father Tony, who was supposed to be in the church, had bumped into Tom right at the entrance of the Red Light District.

Right now, he was at home, sitting on the sofa, contemplating whether to “kill” that envelope.

On the coffee table in front of him were various items such as a flintlock gun, Joker cards, and masks.

And the envelope was being held in Du Wei’s hand.

The following information appeared on it:

[Master, Your wisdom is as great as the stars in the sky, and Your will is the will of the envelope. You should not consider killing it because it is Your most loyal subordinate]

[Moreover, the envelope has discovered an extremely dangerous Horror Clock in Your home. It seems to be some kind of Strangeness but also seems more terrifying than a mere Strangeness]

[The envelope suggests you kill it first, as it poses a greater danger]

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