Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 629 - 626 Everyone is a Villain

Chapter 629: 626, Everyone is a Villain Chapter 629: 626, Everyone is a Villain When Envelope and Freddy heard Du Wei’s orders, they were instantly overjoyed.

Freddy couldn’t help but let out a hideous laugh.

“Hahahaha…”

“Who would have thought that I, Freddy, would have this day! Torturing people, that I am good at!”

As the first to make a deal with Du Wei, Freddy had long seen through the illusion that freedom simply did not exist.

Being able to barely cling to life was already a blessing.

Freddy had once suffered greatly.

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It had hated Du Wei, hated everything.

But what use was that?

In the end, it could only be trapped in Du Wei’s dreams, just like being in prison.

As time passed, it had resigned itself to its fate, but now things were different. Now there was a new cellmate in the dreams, and Freddy couldn’t be happier.

Its face, scorched by fire, trembled wildly with each sneer.

“Why don’t we start by peeling off a layer of Puton’s skin? It’s already so sunburnt; peeling might actually make it a bit whiter, sort of like cosmetic surgery.”

As he spoke, Freddy extended his blood-red tongue and licked his claw-like right hand.

Most crucially, as he caught sight of Puton with malicious intent, those claws started to deform, turning into five razor-sharp objects.

At this time, Puton had completely collapsed.

It was pierced through its limbs by chains and nailed firmly to the ground, absolutely unable to fight back. And after hearing the cruel words Freddy had let slip, it roared in anger.

“I’m black, I was born this dark. You devils, if you have the guts, just kill me and give me a swift end.”

“Alfaria, kill me, I dare you!”

Even now, it stubbornly believed that Du Wei was the leader of the Vanity Sect, Alfaria.

Freddy sneered at it and swore, “Idiot.”

“Whether you’re black or not, let’s peel your skin first and see if you’re still tough-talking.”

Although Freddy had no idea why Puton referred to Du the Devil as Alfaria, it had no intention of correcting him.

Instead, it revelled in his misfortune.

After all, there’s a saying that a sense of superiority is obtained through comparison.

Freddy and Puton may have been cellmates, but Freddy had no respect for this newcomer. Seeing its sorry state, not even knowing the real name of its enemy, Freddy found it extremely satisfying.

Um…

Freddy was becoming a bit perverse.

At this moment, Envelope leisurely floated in front of Freddy.

It flounced confidently.

[You can peel the skin, but there’s no need.]

Freddy was startled, “What do you mean? Are you contradicting me?”

Envelope was very disdainful.

[Freddy, that’s all the skill you have. As the master’s lapdog, where is your enlightenment? The master said we must torture Puton forever and ever, what’s the point of just peeling its skin?]

[It has become a Lock Ghost. Regardless of whether it can still feel pain, you could peel its skin a hundred times, and it would still be the same. What the master wants is torture, do you understand?]

Freddy subconsciously responded, “Isn’t that what I’m doing? Torturing it?”

Envelope shook: [Your kind of torture is not true torture. Think about how the master used to torture you; he was never so superficial.]

[We aim for psychological torture, to completely break Puton’s will.]

Freddy’s eyes reddened slightly.

He immediately recalled the psychological torture and humiliation he had endured.

That despair and powerlessness were something pain alone couldn’t bring.

Without meaning to,

Freddy felt a surge of deep hatred welling up inside him, and stared at Puton intensely.

Puton wailed, “Why are you looking at me? Alfaria is the one tormenting you; what does that have to do with me?”

Freddy sneered as he walked up to it and slapped Puton across the face.

“Go to hell! How dare you try to split the Devil Master and me? You must be tired of living.”

“You big idiot, let’s see how I’m going to humiliate you.”

There’s dignity in being human.

And there’s awareness in being a lackey.

Whether Freddy liked it or not, it belonged to Du Wei’s camp.

Or rather, the devils’ camp.

Inside this camp of devils, Freddy felt it would be difficult to stand out. After all, it was just a Tool Spirit, and climbing up meant learning from its seniors.

It felt that what Envelope had said was completely right.

Consequently, a host of malicious thoughts surfaced in its mind.

Freddy turned its head towards Du Wei, who was sitting silently on top of that huge stele and obsequiously said, “Devil Master, since Puton here wants immortality so badly, I’ll create countless dreams for it and let it experience many ways to die in dreams. How does that sound to you?”

From his lofty position, Du Wei caressed the stele beneath him and gave Freddy a cold nod.

“That would be acceptable, but it’s still not enough to quench my hatred.”

Envelope floated to Du Wei’s front: “Master, if you want to quench your hatred, then torture him both mentally and physically. Let Brother Shadow also have some fun. How about stabbing it a few hundred times first?”

Du Wei did not speak.

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But a bloodshot eye had already opened in the shadow below him.

Brother Shadow was now almost crippled.

Most of his limbs were dim and illusory, with only his eyes appearing more real.

Even so, he gripped the broken blade of the Evil Spirit Scalpel and stepped out of the shadow to stand before Puton, who was nailed to the ground by chains.

“Get away! Don’t you come any closer!”

With a squelch…

Brother Shadow plunged the knife into Puton’s head, twisted it around inside and then pulled it out, repeating the process over and over.

Stab after stab.

Both Envelope and Freddy watched in stunned silence.

Envelope sighed, “Ah… Brother Shadow has it tough. He used to wield a knife in each hand, but now he has only one left, and it’s broken too. Who knows when we will see Brother Shadow rise again.”

“Seems like I, Envelope, will have to carry the heavy burden for the Master’s Legion of Evil Spirits…”

Freddy, meanwhile, touched his own head with lingering fear.

“Brother Shadow… uh… Brother Shadow really works efficiently, truly worthy of being the one the Master values most.”

Envelope was a bit annoyed.

After all the licking up it had done, it finally won the Master’s approval. It was just about to complete the mainline task of becoming the number one lackey, and there Freddy was, doing what exactly?

“Freddy, stop your nonsense. Since Brother Shadow has already started, what are you standing there for? Create a few hundred dreams for Puton, especially those where it dies a horrible death.”

“Anything you can think of, like car accidents, disease, murder, make them all.”

Freddy nodded.

Instantly, it turned into a puff of smoke and seeped into Puton’s head, who was still screaming non-stop.

At this moment.

Seeing its Master Du Wei seemingly unsatisfied, still examining the stele, Envelope thought to itself, “Something’s off. The Master’s demeanor isn’t normal. Does he think the torture is insufficient?”

Very likely.

After all, Puton almost killed both the Master and the Mistress.

How big must that grudge be?

Envelope had never seen Du Wei capture an evil spirit and not think of how to utilize it, instead letting his subordinates torment it as punishment.

That indicated how deep Du Wei’s hatred ran.

Immediately, Envelope came up with an extremely devilish method of torture.

“Freddy, change Puton’s gender in the dreams, turn it into a woman, and make it pregnant to experience the agony of childbirth. Whether it gives birth to humans or not doesn’t matter.”

“And create a few dreams where it’s a man but still gets pregnant. I refuse to believe it can withstand that!”