Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 431 - 427, Du Wei’s home was taken away for quarantine.

"Mr. Du Wei, I really don’t recommend you do this, because the contributions you’ve recently made to the church have been too much already, and we don’t want such an excellent person like you to be worn out from running around."

"Someone will deal with Pennywise’s problem, you’d better rest for now, and don’t go to Massas City either. I’ll discuss it with Archbishop Skadi and send some more people over."

"I’m really worried that one day you’ll literally work yourself to death."

...

"Then as you wish."

After Du Wei finished speaking, he seemed to think of something else, and added, "By the way, my McLaren GT is still parked at the airport near Massas City."

"Okay, I’ll have someone help transport the car back to New York."

"I wish you a pleasant holiday."

"Thank you..."

After hanging up the phone.

Du Wei then took the train, heading for New York City.

In a seat by the window.

He rested with his eyes closed.

The backpack was placed on his lap, his entire demeanor somewhat indifferent.

After fusing with the Evil Spirit, their memories and consciousness merged seamlessly; it’s only their actions and style that had undergone some changes compared to before.

He was now very strong.

Though somewhat weakened.

"Who would have thought Pennywise would combine with an Evil Spirit created by someone from the Veda Sect, maybe next time I see it, it could have transformed into a more sinister Evil Spirit."

Du Wei hated betrayal intensely.

Pennywise’s treachery was the ultimate provocation to him.

A relay station connected to the batteries had cut off its connection with him and claimed the batteries for itself.

This wasn’t the first time Pennywise had courted death.

For some reason, Du Wei thought of Pennywise’s characteristics, that it liked to emit a low, sinister chuckle, ’heh heh heh’.

"I hope you can still laugh the next time you see me."

He too let out a cold laugh.

Those who had backstabbed him, besides Pennywise, were principally the Evil Spirit and a black shadow that had stabbed him twice.

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Though it was the Evil Spirit Du Wei who had been backstabbed.

But now they were indistinguishable.

Inside the backpack.

Above the mask, two dim red lights went quiet.

The shadow dared not reveal even the slightest breath and kept playing dead.

Once Du Wei had removed all the impurities, it had lost the will to make a move.

After all, it was Du Wei who had personally fashioned it into the Masked Evil Spirit.

It could not lay a hand on Du Wei.

It could only "willingly" be the most loyal tool-like shadow.

And now, Du Wei not acting against it immediately seemed to give it a false impression of being forgotten.

The shadow’s presence receded to almost imperceptible levels.

...

At 1 p.m. on the 21st.

The train arrived in New York on schedule.

Having left the station.

Du Wei hailed a cab and hurried home.

Not many people knew of his return, nor did he plan to tell his girlfriend, Alex, at least not until his car was delivered back. Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain.

Because the "he" at the moment was supposedly still at the church school studying architectural design, undergoing further training.

At this time, New York was just recovering from last night’s earthquake.

Along the way, many volunteers were clearing up broken trees and toppled trash cans.

This puzzled Du Wei greatly.

New York was not situated in a seismic zone, and there had been no earthquakes in this third-tier city’s history.

For such an event to suddenly occur.

The more he thought about it, the stranger it seemed.

At that moment, his cell phone suddenly rang.

The caller was Alex.

Du Wei raised an eyebrow, took out his phone, and pressed the answer button.

Then he heard the familiar voice of his girlfriend.

She said, "Baby, did you get the news alert? There’s been an earthquake here in New York, and it seems like Queen Street is hit pretty bad. It’s just so strange."

Queen Street was the street where Du Wei’s home was located.

Du Wei rubbed his forehead and replied, "I heard some people mentioning the earthquake here in New York, but I don’t know the details. What about you? Are you hurt?"

Alex hurriedly said, "Of course I’m not hurt, but I doubt your place is livable now. When you come back to New York, you should stay at my place."

"By the way, where are you now? It’s past one o’clock, have you had dinner?"

Du Wei calmly said, "I’m at the church’s restaurant, about to have dinner. What about you, dear?"

"Me? I just got up, and I’m going to wash up in a bit. Oh, and I might need to go home for a few days soon. Will you have time to come with me?"

"I should have..."

After hanging up the phone.

The driver looked at Du Wei with a bemused expression and coughed before saying, "Hey, not to pry, but this is New York. You’re not here to sneak off with a lover, are you?"

In the eyes of this driver, the conversation Du Wei had with his girlfriend made him out to be a scumbag.

Claiming to be eating at a church’s restaurant when he was clearly in New York.

He seemed sneaky, not at all like a good person.

Du Wei looked coldly at the driver, "You talk too much."

His gaze was devoid of any emotion, frightening the driver into silence, who then just focused on driving properly.

...

Meanwhile, at the entrance of the mental health clinic.

The two-and-a-half-story building’s walls were now cracked, and the ground at the entrance showed varying degrees of collapse.

Several police officers were outside setting up isolation tape.

The one leading them was Tom.

Moreover, Tom looked at the mental health clinic and murmured oddly, "When my good buddy’s neighbor died, I complained that we nearly had to put up isolation tape at his place."

"Never thought it would actually happen one day."

"I wonder what his face would look like if he knew."

Suddenly.

A cold voice came from behind Tom, "You seem to be enjoying this a bit too much?"

Hearing this.

Tom quickly turned around.

There stood Du Wei, with a backpack, just behind him. As for whether his face showed any color, Tom couldn’t tell, but it was his own face that was filled with embarrassment. "My good buddy, don’t get me wrong, how could I, Tom, ever take pleasure in others’ misfortune!"

While saying this, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, offering it to him.

But Du Wei shook his head in refusal: "I’ve quit."

Tom stared in amazement, "What? You quit? For real? Why don’t I believe you?"

Du Wei didn’t bother to explain and just said, "If I say I’ve quit, I’ve quit. By the way, no one’s been in my house, have they?"

He had previously told Tom about the Evil Spirit in his house, just to prevent him from taking any risks.

Tom hastily gestured, "Absolutely not, I’ve checked the surveillance footage. From last night until now, no one has entered your house, and nothing has run out."

That ’something’ referred to the Evil Spirit.

Du Wei nodded slightly, then looked at his home with a troubled expression.

It was practically uninhabitable.

What’s worse, an earthquake had randomly struck, and his house happened to be right at the epicenter.

This luck couldn’t get any worse.

Moreover, everything inside the mental health clinic was as dead as a doornail, without the slightest hint of any aberrant presence.

It was no different from any ordinary house.

"Something’s not right..."

Du Wei furrowed his brow and said to Tom, "Wait for me outside, I’m going to take a look inside. As for your men, tell them to take down the isolation tape."

Having isolation tape around his own home just felt very strange.