Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 336 - : 333, don’t go to sleep

Chapter 336: 333, don’t go to sleep

Inside the hotel suite.

After listening to Tom’s words, Du Wei couldn’t help but fall deep into thought.

The Lullaby was composed by Ryan Hamel, but the Lullaby itself didn’t possess any special powers.

It was the piano that he wanted to get his hands on.

The Lullaby might only be related to it.

Following this line of reasoning, the terrifying presence within Elm Street seemed to point to Freddy Krueger…

After the death of Freddy Krueger, the horror stories began.

Killing in dreams…

Ryan Hamel himself was an Exorcist, and perhaps the existence of Freddy Krueger, who killed in dreams, was a method left by him, restrained until today.

However, the Exorcism didn’t go smoothly, as everyone on Elm Street died in a massive fire.

It could be considered a complete failure.

Anyway, to be able to resolve such a terrifying existence related to dreams, Ryan Hamel, even among the Exorcists of the church, must have been incredibly powerful.

Unexpectedly…

Du Wei suddenly thought of someone.

The Director of Hill Psychiatric Hospital, Mrs. Taylor, whom he had met before, had said that twenty years ago, the Hill Psychiatric Hospital used to be a church.

An injured blonde Exorcist, carrying an Antique Clock, mask, paintings, and other items, arrived at the church and ultimately died there.

That Exorcist was also very powerful.

However, the church had no records of this Exorcist…

Latter on, the church also experienced a major fire, and all traces left behind burned to ashes.

At that thought, Du Wei couldn’t help but murmur, “I wonder if there’s any connection between these two people, I always feel like they are one and the same.”

Hearing this, Tom, who was nearby, curiously asked, “What do you mean ‘one person’?”

Du Wei’s train of thought was interrupted, and although he wanted to explain, he felt there was no point.

So he said indifferently, “It’s nothing, just thinking about something that happened before.”

Tom didn’t ask any further but scratched his head and said solemnly, “Right, I almost forgot to tell you, something seems to have happened at the amusement park.”

Du Wei’s gaze flickered slightly, “Something happened?”

Tom nodded, “Yes, when I contacted the Poland police just now, they told me they were gathering to head to the amusement park. Apparently, three Cultists from the Veda Sect have died inside.”

Du Wei asked with an odd tone, “Cultists died inside, and the police are rushing over? Could it be that there’s some collusion between them?”

Tom sighed, “Ah… what kind of collusion could there be? It’s just to prevent the situation from spiraling out of control, especially since they can’t even enter the amusement park.”

“I see, okay, I think I understand,” Du Wei replied.

Having said this, Du Wei stood up, stretched, and walked towards the bathroom.

Seeing this, Tom quickly shouted at his retreating figure, “Hey, people have already died, aren’t you in a hurry?”

The reason they had come to Poland was to find the thing related to nightmares.

But after one night, Tom felt like Du Wei had completely changed.

Yesterday he went to the amusement park to investigate throughout the night, but this morning, he seemed utterly indifferent to the matter.

Tom found this very strange.

But without looking back, Du Wei said, “Being in a hurry is of no use, and besides, the trouble will find us on its own.”

That line again.

Tom couldn’t understand, “But shouldn’t we do something? Like formulating a plan and some preparations?”

Reaching the bathroom door, Du Wei turned his head to Tom and said faintly, “What can be done has been done; now we only wait…”

Tom was very puzzled, “Wait? Wait for trouble to find us?”

Du Wei approvingly stated, “More precisely, to find me. And since people have already started dying on the Veda Sect’s side, according to this pace, whether tonight or tomorrow, it will eventually meet me.”

Listening to that, Tom’s mouth twitched involuntarily.

He understood that the ‘it’ Du Wei referred to must be that ghostly thing called Freddy.

But to him, this dialogue created a strong sense of déjà vu.

Freddy should be the Evil Spirit, and Du Wei the Exorcist.

So how come in the words of his good friend, the one at a disadvantage seemed to be the Evil Spirit instead?

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Noon.

The gates of the amusement park were tightly shut.

What was a bustling amusement park yesterday had become desolate today.

Overnight.

Even the leaves of the green plants and trees near the gate had yellowed considerably.

Some disgusting flies buzzed around, making an annoying hum…

It seemed as if some abnormal changes had occurred in the amusement park.

And nearby.

Uniformed police officers parked their cars around and one by one stepped out.

At the entrance of the park, several Veda Sect cultists had firmly closed the gates, preparing to lock them.

A police officer approached them and asked in a low voice, “Hello, we are from the Poland City police department. This morning we received a report that some of you were seen carrying away three bodies. Could we talk to you about it?”

The cultists gave him a cold glance and locked the gates.

“Shut your mouth, this is none of your business,” they said.

The police officer’s face turned somewhat ugly, “This is just a standard procedure.”

Suddenly.

Bishop Aika slowly walked over from within the amusement park.

“This is Poland, your police rules don’t apply to us. Leave, and if you dare come close again, all of you will pay the price,” she warned, then signaled others to depart.

The number of cultists in the amusement park, including the three bishops, totaled just over ten.

Yesterday, three more had died at the hands of Freddy.

Facing a nightmarish entity capable of killing in dreams, the Veda Sect’s methods of resistance seemed to become futile.

No one even knew how the three who died had met their end.

Bishop Aika and the others could only seek help from the Veda Sect.

Naturally, the Veda Sect had no intention of abandoning them, but the orders given were to stay in the amusement park and not go anywhere and to try to bring Elm Street back to reality again.

Only if Elm Street returned to reality could they obtain that piano.

In the understanding of the Veda Sect, that piano possessed special abilities. When the music composed by the creator of the piano was played, it would have a powerful impact on the Evil Spirit.

Take the lullaby as an example; it could put the Evil Spirit into a deep sleep.

But now, that piano was entangled with Freddy. If the Veda Sect took the piano, Freddy would lose all restraint and become Elm Street’s frightening legend once again.

At that time, the shadow of death would revisit Poland.

Of course, this was of no concern to the Veda Sect.

They had never considered ordinary people as their kind.

Bishop Aika and others walked through the amusement park and soon arrived at the wasteland they visited the night before.

There, seven black-clad Veda Sect cultists knelt on the ground, whispering softly.

A gigantic hexagram was drawn on the ground in fresh blood.

At each point of the star, there stood a scarecrow.

At that moment.

The other two bishops lifted their heads and coldly asked Bishop Aika, “How long until our people arrive?”

“They will be here tonight in Poland,” she replied as she walked to the dead banyan tree, knelt down, and kissed the trunk.

After doing this, she suddenly said, “Freddy has its eyes on us. I have a feeling it’s going to make a move on us soon.”

One of the bishops said, “Nightmares cause fear, and fear makes it stronger.”

The remaining bishop lifted his head, revealing a face covered with scars, “Before the others arrive, we must all watch each other, we absolutely cannot fall asleep, or we will all die.”

Bishop Aika spoke in a hoarse voice, “It’s no use, as soon as we see it, the memory of it is in our minds, the seed of fear is sown, and it will sprout sooner or later.”

Suddenly…

Just as her words ended, a sneering voice arose from the depths of their hearts once again.

Accompanied by the grating sound of steel claws scraping…

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