Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 404: 402、The ending of a bootlicker

Destroy the Antique Clock…

This was something Du Wei had always wanted yet failed to accomplish.

In his plans, dealing with the Antique Clock was pushed to a later time.

Moreover, it could be a very troublesome and thorny task.

This Antique Clock concealed too many secrets.

It was mysterious and powerful.

At first, it wasn’t so frightening, but as time passed, its recovery speed quickened.

To now.

Du Wei wasn’t even sure whether this thing could be killed at all.

After all, the initial reason he had brought the Antique Clock home was to maintain the balance of his household.

But now, the so-called balance was completely non-existent.

The Antique Clock suppressed all the Evil Spirits in the house.

With it present, everything was safe.

The precondition was that Du Wei was still alive.

He hadn’t forgotten the last time he entered the Dream World, isolated from reality, and the scene when the Antique Clock went mad.

To enter the house was to die.

Annabelle was almost driven insane by fear, too terrified to move when Mark summoned her into the dream.

Such an Antique Clock—would it still keep Du Wei alive if it could kill him?

The Envelope did not possess any sort of mind-reading abilities.

It still dutifully displayed the text.

Or rather, it was leading trouble away.

[Master, the Antique Clock is uncontrollable, it’s extremely dangerous, and your bond with it is too deep. Without delay, please dispose of it now.]

Du Wei watched the words on the paper with an expressionless face.

He took out a lighter and set it directly ablaze.

“Give me a reason to let you live.”

His voice was devoid of any emotion.

The paper in the Envelope flew out immediately, hovering in front of Du Wei.

Another line of text emerged: [Great Master, as your most loyal subordinate, the Envelope wishes it could dispose of the Antique Clock for you right now, but the Envelope is far too insignificant. You are the sun, the moon, and the stars; it is but a speck of dust. What you can’t do, neither can the Envelope.]

[However, the Envelope notices that there are many troubles around you, like that shadow. It has been very persistent about killing you. Why not dispose of it instead?]

“It seems I was wrong, I shouldn’t have wasted words with you.”

Du Wei didn’t hide his own coldness.

He wanted to dispose of the Envelope purely because he saw it as intelligent and far too cunning.

Keeping such an uncertain element at his side was not as good as outright killing it.

As for the shadow?

Unless it could shake off its identity as the Masked Evil Spirit, it would be bound to serve loyally as a servant for life.

It was useful and dependable.

Most importantly, the shadow could take it.

Many of Du Wei’s methods had risks, all of which the shadow bore.

Even, there were times when Du Wei thought that if one day all his troubles were resolved and he no longer dealt with Evil Spirits, he would find a place to properly seal away the shadow.

To prevent the shadow from going out and killing people, only to be killed by an Exorcist.

Du Wei was very capable in execution.

Having decided to dispose of the Envelope.

He simply took the Envelope and the piece of paper and walked towards the Antique Clock.

Just like the shadow had done before.

He intended to use the Envelope to jam the hands of the Antique Clock.

At that moment, the Envelope would be directly eradicated, and even if it were an Evil Spirit, it wouldn’t have any chance to resist.

Seemingly sensing the approach of death.

The text on the Envelope flashed frantically.

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[Great Master, the Envelope is your most loyal servant, weak, pitiful, and helpless without you. It poses no threat to you, and you should show it some mercy]

[I beg you, your heart is as broad as the ocean, your kindness warmer than the sun]

[Please give the Envelope a chance to live]

[Ah… the Envelope is going to die, please don’t let the Envelope near the Antique Clock, it’s too terrifying, even more so than another you]

The last line of text emerged.

Du Wei froze.

At this moment, he had already walked up to the Antique Clock and was about to crumple the Envelope into a ball and stuff it inside.

But seeing the words above, he stopped again.

After hesitating, Du Wei slowly asked, “Another me? Are you referring to the Evil Spirit Du Wei?”

The Envelope had a strong will to live.

[Yes, but it’s nothing compared to you. You’re a giant, and it’s just a weed by the roadside that you can squash with one foot]

That seemed like a bitter joke.

Du Wei was provoked into laughter, “If that’s the case, I won’t kill you for now. When I face it, I’ll have you lead the charge.”

The Envelope trembled violently.

[Master, are you joking…]

Du Wei declared coldly, “It’s you who’s joking with me. Tell me everything you know, otherwise, I’ll kill you right now.”

As he spoke, Du Wei crumpled the Envelope into a ball, leaving just the paper, and made as if to stuff it on the hands of the Antique Clock.

This time.

The words on the paper appeared as if they were madly rushing out.

[The Envelope wouldn’t dare to joke with you, after all, you can see through its secrets in a glance]

[The Evil Spirit that is you… It’s extremely powerful. When Hannibal brought it out of Scolyn City with the other mirror, it already had an influence on Hannibal]

[Hannibal’s psyche was distorted, and for a certain period, the Envelope could feel its will lingering on Hannibal]

[It’s too terrifying, the Envelope fears it greatly, but then the Envelope met you, Master. Your wisdom and strength are greatly admired by the Envelope; you are truly its savior]

Du Wei raised an eyebrow: “Is that all you know?”

[Yes… ah, no, before meeting the greatest you, the Envelope’s previous masters were just the ordinary hunters from the Dusk Bell Church, so the Envelope also knows the secrets of the Dusk Bell]

This…

This is a natural traitor…

A strange look flashed in Du Wei’s eyes.

He wanted to kill the Envelope even more.

But thinking of his most loyal subordinate, Ryan, who was still trapped in the Dusk Bell, Du Wei became somewhat irritable.

He had no idea how he was faring now.

But it likely wasn’t good.

After all, he was a psychiatric patient. In a place like the Dusk Bell, he must be shunned, perhaps even being used by others constantly.

After a long while.

Du Wei sighed, “Do you know Ryan?”

He decided to keep the Envelope; sooner or later, he would visit the Dusk Bell, and perhaps the Envelope would come in handy then.

At that moment, a line of text appeared on the paper.

[Are you referring to Ryan Hamel, or just Ryan?]

Du Wei asked, puzzled, “Is there a difference?”

[If it’s Ryan Hamel, the Envelope cannot tell you his secrets, because it was him who turned the Envelope into this. But if it’s just Ryan, the Envelope can reveal his secrets to you]

“Speak.”

[Ryan is the product of the death of Ryan Hamel, possibly the real Ryan Hamel, but also could be just some extension of him]

At that point, the text on the paper began to distort, as if it was under some influence, preventing any more words from emerging.

Du Wei tried a few more times but couldn’t get to the bottom of it.

He had to change the question: “Then tell me the secrets of the Dusk Bell Church.”

The Envelope confessed honestly.

[The leader of the Dusk Bell Church is Matthew. He’s a hunter who’s lived for hundreds of years. The others are normal hunters. Before the Envelope left the Dusk Bell, the organization had significant internal problems…]

[If you want to eliminate the Dusk Bell, the Envelope suggests you start with Matthew. He’s old, definitely an easy kill]

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