Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 418: Coffin

What kind of scene could overturn one’s view of the world?

Now was that time.

When Akaret and the others lifted that mirror expressionlessly.

The bonfires burning around them suddenly leapt up.

The already-dark sky became even more clouded with thick clouds.

Flowers were being scattered recklessly.

Those petals fell on the coffin, as whispers rose and fell, one wave after another.

This seemed like a funeral.

But gradually, the tone of those whispers became cold and eerie.

Yet the people of the Veda Sect did not notice.

Their expressions were wooden, their gazes hollow.

The ritual was no longer under their control but had entered a strange state.

They seemed to be alive…

But in reality, each person exuded a gloomy chill.

Like evil ghosts.

The funeral was still proceeding.

When Akaret lifted the mirror over the coffin, the entire sky suddenly boomed as if collapsing, creating a heavily oppressive illusion.

All the cultists involuntarily bent over.

Along with the bonfires as well.

Invisible, an unknown force made the flames shrink.

Whoosh…

Rain carrying a chilling coldness began to fall gradually.

The bonfires also went out with the falling of the rain, making a hissing sound.

Everything seemed to quiet down.

Hushed and solemn.

All the cultists, including Akaret, fell into a strange state.

They all turned their gaze to the mirror, silently frightening, not making the slightest sound.

As if they were frozen, they seemed to be brewing some unknown change.

But eerily, the singing continued.

The voice became even more hollow.

As if some spirit was chanting.

Crack…

The human-height mirror was directly placed on top of the coffin.

At such a time, even a slight sound could not be concealed.

The rain grew heavier, the sky became darker.

The oppressive atmosphere intensified.

And within the coffin,

The broken mirror’s surface was now filled with mist, crawling into every corner like tentacles, including Du Wei who was wrapped in white cloth, resembling a corpse.

He was still under anesthesia, consciousness in a coma.

But as per his wish, once the Evil Spirit Du Wei began to act on him, he would wake up instantly and fulfill the entire wish.

Gradually…

The pair of eyes hidden in the mirror began to become clearer and clearer.

Then, another figure wearing black, but with a completely different demeanor from Du Wei, slowly emerged from the mirror.

At first it was just a face, then the torso and limbs followed.

Finally, when it was fully present,

The Evil Spirit Du Wei adhered to the Du Wei wrapped in white cloth, yet there was a gap between them.

It seemed that the long separation had caused some estrangement between the two.

But the Evil Spirit Du Wei didn’t care.

It looked at its other self indifferently and slowly said, “No matter what tricks you have left, I will definitely win this time. Whatever you can do, I can do too, and I will do it even better.”

Evil Spirit Du Wei also despised this world.

As it finished speaking, the mist gradually penetrated into the “corpse” that was Du Wei.

The mist seeped into the white cloth it was wrapped in.

The synchronization between the two became more and more apparent.

The Evil Spirit Du Wei’s clothing began to change too,

Transforming into a trench coat identical to what Du Wei was wearing.

The current it and Du Wei seemed to be separated by a mirror; it needed itself as a reference to compensate for the incongruence from the time they had been apart.

This was the first step.

Suddenly…

The white cloth wrapped around began to part on its own, revealing Du Wei’s somewhat pale face, with eyes tightly closed and breathing barely perceptible.

The Evil Spirit Du Wei’s body became blurry…

It was about to act.

But at that moment,

An unusual aura appeared inside the coffin.

Du Wei suddenly opened his eyes.

He was somewhat similar to the Evil Spirit, his gaze equally icy and devoid of any emotion.

It was no longer clear who was who.

A coffin is a very enclosed space.

The moment Du Wei opened his eyes, there was no panic; he immediately reached out to grab the Evil Spirit Du Wei.

The Evil Spirit Du Wei reached out his hand as well.

Perfectly synchronized.

The next second,

Du Wei felt the environment before his eyes suddenly change.

Driven by the wish of the Joker Card, his Marking Ability activated directly.

Based on the previous result,

he now found himself within the urban reflection being dragged by the bus.

An extremely oppressive presence filled his chest, making it nearly impossible for him to breathe.

“Danger…”

A thought flashed through Du Wei’s mind.

He immediately reached behind to grab the items from his backpack, which had also been brought here as the wish was fulfilled.

At this moment,

Du Wei was within the urban reflection of West Gana.

And awkwardly,

right in front of him was the approaching bus.

Behind him was the school.

The hundreds of Evil Spirit students, who should have disappeared by now, all stood at the school entrance under umbrellas, their gazes vacant as they looked at him.

Above him was the Horror House…

And,

under the state of Spirit Vision, he saw the drivers, all Evil Spirit Drivers on the bus, staring fixedly at him through the windows.

There were originally thirteen Evil Spirit Drivers.

But he had killed one with a Coin in a sinister way.

The remaining twelve Evil Spirit Drivers seemed to have their attention on Du Wei, spurred by the will of the bus.

That unabashed malice had reached a critical point.

The last time he got off the bus,

Du Wei already knew that if he boarded it again, he would face the bus’s eradication.

Yet this time, the situation had not improved at all.

He couldn’t walk out.

…

Meanwhile, in the outside world,

within that coffin,

with a bang…

The mirror covering the coffin shattered, and fragments flew everywhere, lodging in the static bodies of the Cultists.

Pfft…

A shard of the mirror pierced the eye of a bishop, blood mixed with murky fluid trickled out.

Many Cultists lost their lives then and there.

But not a sound was uttered.

They had already encountered a problem.

A pale hand reached out from the coffin, gripping its edge.

The Evil Spirit Du Wei lifted his head, his shadowy gaze frightening.

“You think you can run away?”

“You think this is your chance?”

“How laughable…”

With a grab of his Right Hand, the Evil Spirit Du Wei pulled out a thread, and the red balloon that had been pulsing at heart rate in the sky, immediately came to a halt.

Pennywise was connected to Du Wei.

“I see you…”

Then, the Evil Spirit Du Wei looked down.

He indeed saw Du Wei, as well as the urban reflection below.

He then began to sneer.

“Is this your trump card?”

“I have one too…”

After the Evil Spirit Du Wei spoke, he stretched out his hand.

All the Veda Sect Cultists emitted a chilling coldness.

They… or rather, it, was now in a state between life and death.

Only the living would fear.

The Evil Spirit Du Wei did not need them to die just yet.

Yet, imperceptibly, some force began to shift, and the entire urban reflection, which was being dragged away by the bus, suddenly came to a stop.

No one knew what the Evil Spirit Du Wei had done.

But it seemed intent on keeping the urban reflection in place.

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