Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 396 - : 394, Backstab from the Bus

Chapter 396: 394, Backstab from the Bus

Du Wei was now a supporting character.

He suddenly realized that he seemed to be unable to do anything within the bus.

And there was no need to do anything, either.

The protagonists of this struggle had become the bus and the Horror House.

Everything else was just a bystander.

So.

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He could only sit in the driver’s seat, remove his mask, and watch the scenery outside with an expressionless face.

The world outside the bus window was dark and deep.

From time to time, the faces of Evil Spirits flashed by.

Ethereal tentacles kept spreading across the bus window.

Lean ghostly shadows seemed to want to take action against the bus.

But they couldn’t breach its defense at all.

They couldn’t even affect Du Wei.

In other words,

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As long as he was in the bus, Du Wei was the safest.

Nobody could kill him.

The thirteen Evil Spirit Drivers inside the bus remained silent the whole time.

They acted as if they couldn’t see Du Wei, neither sitting in the seats nor laying a hand on him, simply standing in silence, acting as anchors.

In the midst of this,

Du Wei silently took out that envelope.

He wanted to know what exactly had happened.

Just as he pulled out the letter,

The text on it began to dance madly—[Please, great master, do not play with lighting the Envelope anymore, it is very fragile, if this continues it will die.]

[The Envelope is your most loyal subordinate, it has no personal agenda, you should use such methods on the shadow, it can take much more than the Envelope.]

Honestly,

Du Wei had no thoughts of igniting the letter again.

The Envelope, as if it could feel it, had the text on it quickly disappear, and when it reappeared, the sentence had an even thicker obsequious tone.

[Great master, you are the sun, moon, and stars, the Envelope is your most reliable underling, it is as humble as dust, can only kneel before you, perhaps you could show it a bit of mercy, after all, it is quite useful.]

Bang…

Suddenly, Josh’s face appeared on the window outside the driver’s seat, pressed up against it, continuously banging against the window.

It seemed it wasn’t completely controlled by the Horror House yet and wanted to get back into the bus.

But without the bus’s permission, it couldn’t do it at all.

Du Wei scanned it with an expressionless look and watched as it gradually twisted and dissipated.

It seemed to have died…

Then, Du Wei took out a lighter and held it under the Envelope, “I need to know some information, so show me you are useful.”

His tone was calm, yet it was laced with a threat.

The Envelope immediately caved, and the text changed to the following content:

[A few minutes ago, you jumped into a deep pit attempting to reach the second underground level, but the Horror House had already started confronting the bus, attempting to drag West Gana away.]

[Although you were falling, you were actually ascending, and that deep pit became a conceptual existence because the bus’s anchor had penetrated reality.]

[Now, the bus has locked onto the Horror House, it is competing with the Horror House for something with the help of your magnificent power.]

Many of the words were extremely vague and hard to decipher.

The first piece of information was about Du Wei’s prior experience.

The second was a bit odd.

“Anchor?”

Du Wei turned his head to glance at the thirteen Evil Spirit Drivers, his eyes reflecting a thoughtful gaze.

After getting off the bus, these thirteen Evil Spirit Drivers had vanished without a trace.

If they were the bus’s anchors, then it could only have been them.

As for the third,

Du Wei’s gaze turned slightly chilly, and he pondered, “I wanted to help the bus against the Horror House purely because I had no other choice, but it seems my Marking Ability has given it some other ideas?”

“What exactly does the bus want to compete with the Horror House for?”

“Is it the school?”

If it were the school, then everything was still within the plan.

Du Wei wasn’t averse to that.

But if it were something else, the situation might develop in another direction.

The bus might become a much more dangerous existence than the Horror House.

Du Wei took a deep breath and said coldly to the envelope, “Tell me, what exactly are they fighting over?”

The font on the letter changed again—[You might want to investigate]

Equivalent to nonsense.

Du Wei’s gaze became extremely dangerous, and he pressed down on the lighter without hesitation.

Whoosh…

The paper caught fire, turning to ashes.

It didn’t die that easily.

Inside the envelope, another piece of paper appeared.

Du Wei pulled out the paper without hesitation, but the words on it were frantically jumping.

[Oh great master, please don’t torment the envelope, keep that lighter further away, I beg you to spare the envelope, it really doesn’t know]

This…

It seemed to be on the verge of collapse, already begging for mercy in desperation…

Du Wei hesitated for a moment before collecting the envelope again.

It wasn’t that he believed in the nonsense this thing was spouting.

He was instead preparing to find an opportunity to thoroughly kill it.

If it was useless to him, why keep it around?

There was an Evil Spirit inside the envelope, and it was not as harmless as it appeared.

It was better to make it serve one last purpose than to jostle with the envelope.

Uncontrollable things; the Coin alone was already enough for Du Wei to handle.

As for the envelope?

It could only be said that in Du Wei’s hands, it could not play much of a role.

Like a chicken rib.

At this very moment.

The speed of the bus was getting faster and faster.

The lights inside the bus went out.

And Du Wei was plunged into total darkness.

Even with Spirit Vision, he could not see any scene, because the darkness he could see was the real anomaly.

He didn’t know how much time had passed.

Boom… the sound of a collision sounded again.

When the lights came on again.

Du Wei found that the bus was now driving on a street, while Horror House had completely vanished.

It was getting faster.

But the city outside the window did not seem to stretch away at all.

The entire city seemed to be dragged along by the bus.

It was then that Du Wei suddenly realized.

So the so-called struggle was over ownership of the city.

What Horror House wanted to do, the bus had not left undone.

The school had already embedded itself in West Gana City.

The bus dragging away West Gana City was tantamount to taking the school along with it.

“Wait, the Horror House shouldn’t be that much worse than the bus, how could it lose so easily?”

Du Wei’s eyebrows were tightly furrowed as he peered out of the window.

Then, a trace of peculiarity flashed through his eyes.

“This isn’t West Gana, but the reflection of that city.”

“The bus hasn’t dragged the city away, it has dragged the school into the reflection.”

“It has stolen the school back again!”

Above his head, there was unmistakably the presence of a city.

Above, the silhouette of Horror House could be seen, only the bottom had a huge hole punched in it. It was relentlessly pursuing the city’s reflection, preparing to have a showdown with the bus.

The school was the anchor point of Horror House, and after it was stolen by the bus through some unknown means, Horror House could no longer turn the whole city into a part of itself.

So it had to give up.

The bus, on the other hand, didn’t care; it kept dragging the city’s reflection and continued to flee.

It seemed like it didn’t want to face the Horror House anymore.

Unexpectedly, a thought flashed through Du Wei’s mind, “How should I get off the bus?”

If the bus just kept running away, never stopping.

Then wouldn’t that mean I’d stay on the bus until I died?