Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 435 - 431, moved.

Moving can be a bit awkward.

Because all sorts of messy things can happen.

But for Du Wei, it was a breeze.

Whether it was in the beginning or now, he seldom lacked money, and in the church’s eyes, he worked diligently and struggled against Evil Spirits day and night.

The welfare department had never shortchanged him.

Through the completion of various tasks assigned by the church, he had not only obtained some useful items—such as Coins, Flintlock Guns, Black Umbrellas, and so on—but also a handsome reward.

All in all, he had amassed a few million or so.

Money makes the world go round.

After spending an afternoon viewing houses, Du Wei quickly settled on an old house.

All those so-called terms and miscellaneous issues were easily resolved.

Hmm... he paid in full.

Moreover, it was located in the villa area at the city center, the same place where Hannibal had been dealt with last time.

The reason he chose this place

was because it was cheaper due to a death in the house, and the security in the community was good. Those who wanted to leave had left, leaving behind mostly older tenants.

Of course, it was impossible to open a clinic there.

Du Wei had chosen a two-story villa with green spaces in the front and back and a garden in the rear.

This would be his private space where, apart from living temporarily, he would store items like Antique Clocks.

...

In the villa.

It was now deep into the night.

The workers responsible for moving had finished transferring Du Wei’s original furniture, clothing, and other belongings, thus completing the move.

Although the environment had changed,

Du Wei was a bit of a perfectionist, and the new house’s furniture arrangement was identical to the old one.

The walls had long been painted with beige decorative paint, the Antique Clocks hung steadily on the wall, and next to them was Annabelle.

Du Wei sat on the sofa, taking out everything from his backpack.

Next to his right leg was a trash can containing two broken clocks that had just shattered.

Awkward...

Wherever there were Antique Clocks, any other clocks in the house would be destroyed directly; these objects seemed to have a very strong sense of territory.

"I still need to sort out the current situation," he said.

Du Wei looked at the items on the coffee table with a somewhat strange tone in his voice.

On the coffee table was a mask, a Flintlock Gun, Coins, dice, a lighter, a pair of white gloves received from Bishop Slivka, a rolled-up oil painting, and a Human Skin Map.

Suddenly, Du Wei raised an eyebrow and took out his wallet, from which he pulled out two Joker Cards.

The card faces each had a Clown drawn on them.

One represented a gamble, the other, a wish.

Originally, these two Joker Cards had been assimilated, but they were separated again during the fusion.

As for the Evil Spirit that had backstabbed him, it had been torn in half and stuffed into the two Joker Cards.

In Du Wei’s hands.

The two Joker Cards exuded a trace of chill, with the Evil Spirit hidden within them slightly uneasy.

But Du Wei did not care at all.

"Don’t worry, I won’t let you die so easily; you can stick with me for a long time, as long as I don’t die, you can’t get rid of me," he said.

After saying this,

Du Wei frowned slightly—he suddenly had the illusion that his words and actions were somewhat like the major villainous characters in some movies and TV series...

"It must be an illusion..."

He expressionlessly threw the two Joker Cards onto the coffee table before entering the Evil Spirit Transformation.

In an instant.

The entire room’s atmosphere became oppressive.

The air was cold and terrifying.

The newly moved-into house was already devoid of life-vibrancy; now, it became even more gloomy and frightening.

It was as if Evil Spirits were lurking…

Two Joker Cards radiated an icy chill, a Coin stood erect of its own accord, a scythe floated above Du Wei’s head, accompanied by a skull.

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The Headless Priest emerged from the Flintlock Gun, and the dice quivered ever so slightly.

Annabelle inside the glass cabinet also turned her head, looking over.

Only the Antique Clock remained calm, as if it felt no pressure from the Evil Spirit Transformation of Du Wei.

Now, Du Wei, having undergone Evil Spirit Transformation, was basically the same as the Evil Spirit Du Wei who had taken back his body.

But the previous battle had consumed too much energy.

At the moment, Du Wei was still recovering.

From another perspective, the Evil Spirit Du Wei had become the Evil Spirit Transformed Du Wei; after the transformation was undone, he would revert to his original self.

The loss of humanity had already been addressed.

However, using such power did not come without a cost.

The more one indulged in it, the faster one’s transformation into an Evil Spirit would progress.

At this moment.

With a cold gaze, Du Wei turned toward the mask resting on the coffee table.

The oppressive aura he brought had caused all items harboring Evil Spirits to react.

Everything that was supposed to come out had already appeared.

Only the shadow still played dead.

His forbidding gaze became slightly heavier.

The mask trembled.

Seemingly feeling the pressure, two red sparks lit up, and the shadow walked out from the darkness, holding a Dagger firmly, and stood before Du Wei.

The shadow stood still…

Du Wei was cold and merciless…

If the shadow had self-awareness, it might have felt the atmosphere to be somewhat awkward.

But it didn’t, having just been slightly tortured into gaining a bit of intelligence.

Therefore, Du Wei reached out and grabbed, and the shadow instantly appeared in his hand, his neck seized.

"You, you stabbed me twice before,"

"Did you think you could just play dead and let this slide?"

His tone was laced with a trace of malice.

The shadow trembled violently, but it was unable to speak, not even capable of begging for mercy.

Just then, a yellowed Envelope forcefully squeezed itself out from the position of the shadow’s chest.

At the same time, a piece of paper flew out from the Envelope, and numerous words appeared on it.

[On this resplendent starry night, the Envelope seemed to have heard its master’s voice. At first, it thought it was an illusion, but to its surprise, it was real. The Envelope would like to thank Satan, thank God, but the Envelope knows that their existence compared to you, master, is nothing but fireflies trying to compete with the bright moon.]

[Bah, what nonsense.]

[Great master, not long ago, the wretched shadow betrayed you, stabbing you twice. Such a traitor should be torn apart by you while alive!]

[And those two Joker Cards, just burn them directly. Such garbage lacking insight doesn’t deserve to follow you along with the Envelope]

Upon reading this.

Du Wei’s face darkened, his chilling aura growing denser.

He simply let go, releasing the shadow.

Then, staring coldly at the Envelope, he said, "You think you are more useful to me than the shadow and the Joker Cards?"

The words on the paper appeared once more: [Great Master, the Envelope has been collecting all of your secrets, waiting for your return. The Envelope is loyal to you!]

The Envelope seemed to have mistaken the current Du Wei for the one possessed by the Evil Spirit.

And moreover…

It had shown its true colors as a betrayer.