Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 430 - : 426, Strange Daily Life...

Chapter 430: 426, Strange Daily Life…

He walked out of the passage.

The Hell’s Gate seemed to be manipulated by an invisible hand, blocking the way.

Du Wei walked emotionlessly up the staircase, leaving the basement.

Behind him, the staircase leading downward was blocked by sandbags that moved like living things, congealed together as if forming an impregnable wall.

He arrived in the living room.

The door of the house opened automatically.

...

At this moment, the sky was faintly brightening, a hint of the red sun peeked over the horizon, and the night receded with the sun’s ascent.

Dawn had come.

Du Wei stood at the door, calmly looking at the sky.

The rising sun penetrated the clouds, shining on him, dispelling the gloomy aura and giving an unusual sense of sanctity.

It must be an illusion.

He looked down at his right hand; the design, a mask, covered what used to be an image resembling a watch hand, now completely invisible within it.

“I don’t like this world very much.”

As Du Wei spoke, the mask pattern on the back of his right hand disappeared, and the pattern of the watch hand emerged in its place.

Afterward, his aura became much more subdued.

The impression he gave was no longer so cold and heartless, just a bit indifferent, giving off the vibe that he wasn’t very approachable.

A feeling of weakness suddenly washed over him.

Du Wei’s body halted, and he took a deep breath.

His face showed utter exhaustion.

“I need to rest for a while.”

The power obtained is never without a cost, at any time.

So it is for a hunter.

So it is for Du Wei now.

The erosion of humanity no longer had an effect on him, suggesting that Evil Spirit Du Wei was his most profound anchor.

But the more he used this inhuman power, the more he became like the Evil Spirit.

Although it felt exhilarating.

He didn’t want to just GG and become a conscious Evil Spirit, formidable beyond measure.

In other words.

If he truly became an Evil Spirit, he would lose everything from the time he was alive.

Even Tom, Father Tony, and his girlfriend Alex would not be able to interact with him amicably.

It wasn’t that Du Wei might kill them; it was because his mere presence would gradually erode those around him, even if he did nothing.

Similar to a source of radiation.

…

At this moment.

The situation in New York City was a bit grim.

Last night, an inexplicable earthquake swept through the entire city, and while the magnitude was not significant, it caused only a few unlucky individuals to be injured and sent to the hospital.

But the authorities took this matter seriously.

After all, New York in this world does not lie on an earthquake belt.

An earthquake here looked very odd, no matter how one examined it.

In the Red Light District of the North Brook District.

Tom and Father Tony were already drunk, staggering out from an underground bar where a group of men dressed in “flashy” attire were still partying.

“Ugh…”

Tom leaned against a trash can, vomiting, his face flushed red, and his eyes somewhat unfocused.

Next to him, Father Tony was in even worse shape, barely able to stand, sitting on the ground, continuously gagging, trying to throw up the alcohol he had consumed.

“Fuck! I heard there was an earthquake last night.”

After emptying his stomach, Tom felt much better and asked Father Tony, who was propped up against the garbage can.

“Did you feel the earthquake? I think I bragged too much yesterday. I was forced to drink by more than a dozen people, damn, I feel like I lost big time.”

Truth be told, Tom had just sent some money to the families of his fallen subordinates a couple of days ago, and he was pretty much broke. He came to the Red Light District just to live it up.

But last night, he didn’t hook up with any women, only ending up drinking with others. Until now, he’s still all dizzy and almost blacked out.

Next to him, Father Tony hiccuped from the alcohol and said, “What… what earthquake? I didn’t feel anything. All I remember is that I wanted to have a bed-shaking good time with those women, but before we could get started, we were dragged to another bar.”

“Speaking of which, did we pay?”

Tom, groggy, said, “I didn’t do a damn thing, why should I pay?”

Father Tony waved his hand as if swatting at non-existent flies and snickered, “I didn’t pay either. When those guys asked me for money, I told them to ask God.”

As they were talking.

Father Tony’s head sagged, and from the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the door of the bar they had left.

“Huh… Why are there no women in this bar?”

“Impossible, a bar with no women, what’s there to enjoy? Men?”

“You say that as if it makes some sense.”

“Of course, Tony, you still lack experience. You know too little about this part of the Red Light District.”

Tom, full of pride, and just like Father Tony, leaned against a trash bin and lit himself a cigarette.

Father Tony, not to be outdone, reached over and took a cigarette from Tom’s hand and lit one up for himself.

For a moment.

This duo, known as the War Gods of the Red Light District, looked like two troubled brothers leaning against a garbage can, smoking and staring blankly at the bar across the street.

The smoke was sparse.

Puffing and exhaling…

“Wait… there do seem to be no women inside…”

“What kind of bar has no women?”

Tom and Father Tony stopped short.

Then, as if a thought struck them, they suddenly stood up and reached behind to check their behinds.

Their faces turned from white to red, and then from red back to white.

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“Thank goodness I, Tom, am not good-looking…”

“Thank goodness I’m just a sloppy old man nearing sixty…”

The two of them, trembling and panting, quickly got up and fled the scene as if escaping.

As they were leaving.

Tom, grinding his teeth in rage, said, “Fuck! I’ll… I’ll have the Red Light District shut down, damn devil’s bar. If I find out who owns it, I’ll make sure to throw them in jail.”

Father Tony said angrily, “From now on, we’ll just call for room service, or go to some party. The Red Light District has lost its flavor.”

…

Beep beep…

A series of busy tones.

Du Wei stood at the Esselgreen train station platform, using his phone to contact the church.

It took a while before the call connected.

Mrs. Senna’s voice sounded exhausted, “Thank heavens, Mr. Du Wei, you’ve finally called. What in the world happened on your end? Why did you leave Massas City on the 19th? You were supposed to stay there on guard, and my people found out you took a flight to Europe.”

“Did you go looking for trouble with the Veda Sect?”

It was now June 21st. The issues in Massas City and Du Wei’s confrontation with the Evil Spirit in Europe had been just two days ago.

Du Wei replied calmly into the phone, “Indeed, I went looking for trouble with them. But some unforeseen circumstances arose, and both the bus and the Horror House appeared there. I escaped by bus, and currently, I’m in Esselgreen City.”

With so many secrets of his own, he could only reveal some ambiguous information as deemed necessary.

Mrs. Senna didn’t doubt him. After all, Du Wei’s reputation within the church had already formed a good standing.

Almost a saint.

Mrs. Senna said helplessly, “You were right to escape. The Veda Sect is completely finished. Their headquarters and leaders have all died mysteriously, turning into Evil Spirits. Moreover, it seems they have merged with a red balloon, making the situation in Europe very complicated now.”

“However, Mr. Alvin Dowqui and another hunter have already begun to take care of it in Europe. For the time being, it shouldn’t cause too much casualty.”

Du Wei said coolly, “That red balloon is called Pennywise. I’ve come into contact with it before. If the church can’t handle it, remember to let me know.”

Mrs. Senna asked, confused, “What do you mean?”

Du Wei replied coldly, “To kill it.”