Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 437 - 433, Freddy Begs for Mercy in a Dream

When the shadow returned to the mask,

Du Wei finally felt a bit of peace.

He maintained his Evil Spirit Transformation, leaning on the sofa, with his right hand resting naturally on his leg, and slowly closed his eyes.

With his personality, he never did meaningless things. Entering the Evil Spirit Transformation was naturally for a purpose.

Such as meeting Freddy to find out more about Rahmer’s Bell.

Originally, he intended to drag Freddy out of his own dreams, but the danger unintentionally revealed by the Antique Clock made him abandon that idea.

Everything would be resolved within the dream.

...

At this moment,

it was already 11 p.m. at night.

In Du Wei’s dream,

Freddy now felt extremely uncomfortable.

Broken, pitiful, and helpless.

"Damn it! Does that devil’s dream have no end? Why can’t I find the way out despite how long I’ve climbed?"

"God, Satan, please have mercy and take that devil away!"

"Or just send a few kind-hearted Exorcists to kill me, I really can’t take it anymore!"

Freddy was in great agony.

The scene where Du Wei pinned the Demon Nun down in the dissection room with a scalpel had terrified it.

Although it had no physical form,

and though it lacked hands and feet in any real sense, Freddy still felt weak in the limbs.

Such intrinsic fear prevented it from harboring any thoughts of resistance.

Even fleeing was done by crawling.

Looking at the endless darkness with no boundaries in sight, Freddy slumped to the ground, tears welling but not falling.

"I, Freddy, used to toy with nightmares and could kill people in dreams. Why did it become me being toyed with after encountering that devil?"

"And shouldn’t the dream be my home ground?"

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"Why can’t I run away?"

Heaven knows that since Du Wei left, Freddy had been wanting to stay far away from him from the bottom of its heart.

It even had a plan.

If it could break free from Du Wei this time, it would run to the distant East and never return to the West in this lifetime.

Even running to the North or South Pole would do.

However, no matter what Freddy tried, it simply couldn’t escape.

"How could that devil’s dream turn out like this?"

Freddy’s reference to Du Wei had changed to devil.

It felt that only a devil could do such things.

Suddenly...

In the darkness, a ringtone from a cellphone sounded from Freddy’s pocket.

Piercing, chaotic.

Like a conditioned reflex,

Freddy shuddered violently.

"Fuck! Fuck!"

It roared in a frenzy, its eyes bloodshot with a ferocious expression revealing breakdown and frustration.

"Hey hey hey, Freddy? If you can hear me, respond."

"It’s Doctor Ryan, I’ve come to see you again."

There was no need to press the answer button.

Doctor Ryan spoke triumphantly on the other end of the phone, "Did you think I had forgotten about you because I didn’t come to curse you in your dream yesterday?"

"I’ll tell you, I, Doctor Ryan, was treating James yesterday, and I saved another precious life."

"If this keeps up, I reckon I’m going to become the head of Dusk Bell Psychiatric Hospital soon."

"Ah, I, Ryan, am fucking awesome!"

Freddy cursed furiously, "Ryan Hamel, you lunatic, shut up! I’m trying to escape right now, I don’t have time to listen to your madness!"

No sooner had it spoken

than a glob of spit flew out from the phone and directly splattered onto its face.

"Slander Doctor Ryan and you get what you deserve!"

Freddy was stunned.

It incredulously used its claw to wipe off the spit from its face and roared furiously, "You maniac, you psychiatric case, how can your moth... how the fuck can you spit on me through the phone!"

"I’m telling you, if I weren’t afraid of not being able to beat you, I’d be fighting you to death right now!"

"This is the second time you’ve spit on me!"

Freddy had no idea what specific abilities Ryan possessed, it only knew that the former Ryan Hamel had an incredibly powerful force, perhaps even more insoluble than that devil.

But Ryan said disdainfully, "Fuck off, you think you’re showing off to me? Have you lost your mind? You think you, a mere Freddy, some ghost shit eager to be my daddy, can scare me?"

Um...

Ryan’s world was very simple, cure the sick, save the people, wait for the chief to give him a promotion and a raise, and take time to berate Freddy.

After all, Freddy had called him daddy before.

Happy to be a daddy?

Non-existent!

So Ryan cursed again, "I’m telling you, come out if you’re brave. Back when I was in Hill Psychiatric Hospital, there was a patient who claimed to be some underground boxing champion and challenged my status as Ryan. Next thing he knew, he was on the floor from a tackle from me!"

"You, a mere Freddy, are no match for me, Ryan!"

"Pah, trash!"

Another glob of spit, hitting Freddy’s face.

This time, Freddy completely lost it, holding its head and howling crazily, slamming against the floor desperately.

"I’m bowing to you, I’m sorry, I know I was wrong, I shouldn’t have talked to you, please let me go, why don’t you go after Du Wei, that devil, isn’t that who you want to give you a promotion and a raise?"

"Go find him, why come after me!"

"I’m innocent, damn it!"

"Please let me go..."

The last words came out of Freddy’s throat raspy, filled with anger and despair, suffocating his heart.

While roaring, Freddy flung the phone away and crawled toward the direction of the autopsy room.

In the darkness, only the autopsy room still had a sliver of light.

This seemed to be Freddy’s only hope.

"I’ve figured it out..."

"Rather than being toyed to death by that devil, or being tortured to death by you, a lunatic, I’d rather just die myself."

"I’m going to confront the Demon Nun, I want to commit suicide..."

Freddy’s consciousness had already collapsed, its voice a whispering mutter, dazed and confused.

But the phone it had thrown away flew back again.

"Freddy, to die is to lack spirit, a good man never fears death."

"James, the patient I’ve been mainly responsible for, died twice already, and I still brought him back to life; he’s living quite well now."

Ryan babbled on, buzzing in Freddy’s ear like a bothersome fly.

He said, "Life is so beautiful, don’t be afraid, you are just emotionally unstable now, wait until I get promoted to director, I’ll buy some electrotherapy machines and treat you properly."

Freddy murmured, "I want to commit suicide, I want to commit suicide..."

Suddenly.

Ryan on the phone end exclaimed in surprise, "Hey, I seem to have connected with the chief’s mobile signal?"

"Is that you, chief? It’s your most loyal subordinate Ryan here!"

Hearing this.

Freddy trembled all over, as if seeing a savior, and looked around frantically.

Behind it, the indifferent Du Wei, wearing a black trench coat, stood behind him, and with a wave of his hand, he took the phone into his own hand.

With tears in its eyes, Freddy immediately threw itself in front of Du Wei, kneeling and pleading, "Devil... no, Mr. Du Wei, please, kill me, I don’t want to live, this is just like being in hell on earth!"