Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 427 - : 423, his name is Du Wei

Chapter 427: 423, his name is Du Wei

Thud…

Thud…

Thud…

The sound was like a heartbeat.

All that lay before my eyes, was darkness.

Rustle rustle…

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There were whispers being stolen in secrecy.

Whoosh…

It was like crows flapping their wings in the cold night, their pitch-black feathers cutting through the air resolutely.

Inside the autopsy room.

The moment the Demon Nun entered the room, Freddy beheld a scene that nearly drove it to collapse.

The man it called a devil, had closed his eyes.

His breath was still, and the tall figure of the Demon Nun became elongated, as if it were being stretched by some monstrous force, its arms extending infinitely from its chest.

It truly resembled a demon.

The other man, on the brink of death and with wild breath, hung his head low, drenched in fresh blood.

When he raised his head again,

his eyes were a complete blood-red.

Freddy had no knowledge of the relationship between Du Wei and the Evil Spirit Du Wei.

In its eyes, both entities were devils.

But now,

it was filled with indescribable despair because it knew that both devils were about to die, and it too would perish at the hands of the Demon Nun.

To become part of the curse.

That was simply eternal torment.

If it had a choice, it would rather be trapped forever in a dream by Du Wei, the devil.

And just at that moment,

all of a sudden,

Freddy saw the devil Du Wei, who was at death’s door and whose mere glance caused its consciousness to shudder, have one eye burst into a mist of blood.

All pretense of elegance, all semblance of noble demeanor, were utterly gone.

Beneath the gorgeous veneer lay a devil that made people shudder uncontrollably.

Everyone has a devil inside them.

The difference is, you may never wish to discover it.

The Evil Spirit Du Wei appeared abruptly before Du Wei, blocking the Demon Nun.

A voice, oppressive to its extreme, roared from its throat.

In a low voice, it said, “I have never feared death, nor have I ever denied myself.”

“I have never felt this world…”

“All of me exists only in memory.”

“But…the nun, nun, Demon Nun, or say the curse, whatever you are.”

“Do you think you’re fit to kill me?”

The Evil Spirit Du Wei knew, if it abandoned this body, it might yet survive, maybe then it would be an Evil Spirit with the same appearance, no longer itself.

This might have seemed acceptable.

But it disdained that notion.

As the price for one eye, the Evil Spirit Du Wei drained the life force of this body, stubbornly holding on, insisting on what it believed to be its self.

To it,

From start to finish, it perhaps had only one thought—I am Du Wei, and I should act this way because that’s just the person I am.

A sharp scalpel appeared out of nowhere.

The Evil Spirit Du Wei extended its left hand to grasp it, one eye cold and mad, the other empty and hollow, only blood flowing ceaselessly.

The Demon Nun looked down from on high, opening a mouth that expanded to two meters wide, dripping black liquid from its sharp fangs, heading straight for the Evil Spirit Du Wei, and the real Du Wei.

There was no such thing as an equal match.

The struggles of the Evil Spirit Du Wei with the bus, Horror House, had already exhausted much of its strength, and it had further been backstabbed by the Joker Card, hunted by the shadowy figure, and pursued here; if it weren’t for the fact it was Du Wei, it couldn’t have held on any longer.

Facing the Demon Nun at its peak, it had no chance of winning whatsoever.

Moreover,

This world bore malice towards it.

This was Du Wei’s dream.

The limit to break out from was just a manifestation of consciousness. Since he planned to drag the Evil Spirit Du Wei to mutual destruction, there would be no holding back.

Invisibly, the entire Dream World was suppressing the Evil Spirit Du Wei.

It seemed at this moment, Du Wei and the Demon Nun were standing together.

To drive away the wolf only to be devoured by the tiger.

And it wasn’t just that.

The weakening of the Evil Spirit Du Wei meant it could no longer control the objects it possessed in its body.

The Mirror Evil Spirit that it had assimilated was trying to split.

Two Joker Cards, originally embedded deep in the flesh of the right hand, were now emitting a cold chill.

A shadowy figure also appeared behind Evil Spirit Du Wei.

The ghost of the headless priest from inside the flintlock gun also appeared.

A scythe was suspended above the head of Evil Spirit Du Wei.

Everything was targeting him.

They all wanted him dead.

Suddenly,

A strange color flashed in the only remaining eye of Evil Spirit Du Wei.

He turned his head.

Looking at a duplicate of himself that he had been shielding behind him.

At some point, that other self had opened his eyes, their gaze cold and merciless, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

“Indeed, it’s just like me…”

Evil Spirit Du Wei realized all at once.

Then, he directly placed the Evil Spirit Scalpel in front of him and grabbed hold of his other self.

For a moment,

The latter seemed to want to flee.

However, the only remaining eye of Evil Spirit Du Wei burst open, and a cloud of blood sprayed out.

With his last bit of strength, he immobilized Du Wei.

Crack…

Their right hands clasped each other, each palm bearing two distinctly different black patterns, one a mask, the other a pointer.

Then,

The Demon Nun swallowed the two together.

Freddy, standing beside them with a stunned face, had a deathly pallor, his sharp right claw limply touching the ground.

He felt that with his intelligence, he shouldn’t be able to comprehend what those two devils had done.

But he truly understood.

From beginning to end, it was all lies.

Yet every decision, every word was true.

Du Wei sought life in the face of death, letting his other self do as it pleased according to its own thoughts.

If he failed, he would die; if he succeeded, there might still be a chance to live.

Only, at the critical moment, his other self suddenly realized the problem and delivered a fatal blow to Du Wei.

If one were to die, they would die together.

With a heart like dead ashes, Freddy watched dully as the Demon Nun approached him.

It said, “Do you know? Those two devils didn’t lose to you, they just lost to themselves.”

The Demon Nun lowered her head as the black fluid dripped from her mouth, the sticky substance coating Freddy’s head.

Then, she opened her mouth wide.

But Freddy’s eyes widened in horror because he heard the unmistakable sound of a click…

As if a pointer was turning.

Resounding through the darkness…

“Rahmer’s Bell…”

…

“Hehe…”

A suppressed and gloomy laughter began.

Cold and sinister, as if being squeezed out from between clenched teeth.

In the dissection room,

At the instant when the Demon Nun was about to act upon Freddy,

An eerie laughter suddenly echoed from within her.

It began faintly at first, then grew stronger and stronger.

Pfft…

A sharp scalpel pierced through the Demon Nun’s abdomen, then violently slashed upward.

The Demon Nun froze.

Subsequently,

The scalpel was retracted, and a pale right hand with a sinister black pattern on the back reached out.

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It was the image of a mask, yet on the mask were three horizontal stripes, identical to the needle of a clock.

The hand stretched out and then abruptly grabbed the incision made by the scalpel, tearing it with force.

The Demon Nun was torn apart.

A man in a black coat and wearing a mask stepped out from within.

He stomped the Demon Nun underfoot, then turned his head to look at Freddy who wore a dumbstruck expression and reached up to remove his mask.

Revealed was a face, pale and indifferent.

Without a single injury.

Freddy cried out in terror, “Devil… Devil Du Wei…”