Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 631 - 628. Puton Tries to Stir Things Up (Third

Chapter 631: 628. Puton Tries to Stir Things Up (Third Update) Chapter 631: 628. Puton Tries to Stir Things Up (Third Update) Du Wei was now suffering from a headache.

From the Vanity Sect side, he could indeed act as the lucky one to undergo the Armored Divinity Ascension, but he was now trapped in a dream and could not get out, so he couldn’t contact the people from the Vanity Sect.

There was no way to scheme against them.

Moreover, the Vanity Sect seemed to be trying to become a Demon God too.

Thirteen as a whole.

The heritage of this ancient organization must be even deeper than what he knew.

As for Dusk Bell…

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The only connection Du Wei had with Dusk Bell was through Ryan.

To put it bluntly, staying in the dream he couldn’t do anything.

Unless he could play with the dream to create something spectacular.

That’s what Du Wei was thinking.

Just then, he saw a cellphone mysteriously appear next to Puton, who was nailed to the ground.

“Hello, hello, hello, is Freddy there?”

Ryan’s voice came from the phone.

It was still the familiar intonation.

Now all of Du Wei’s men were accounted for.

The next second.

Black mist began to swirl around Puton’s head, and Freddy emerged from it, grinding his teeth at the phone and saying, “It’s not even night yet, why are you bothering me again?”

Ryan said from the other end of the phone, “Freddy, cut the crap, these past couple of days the Dusk Bell Psychiatric Hospital has been really creepy, damp and chilly, I’ve got nothing to do, and I can’t even curse at you in my dreams?”

While he was talking.

Ryan’s voice rose with excitement, “Director, you’re here too!”

The cellphone immediately floated in front of Du Wei.

“Director, have you finished your work? When are you going to come get me out of here? I’ve had enough of this godforsaken place at Dusk Bell. The food’s terrible, the space is cramped, and I can’t even sleep soundly.”

On hearing this, Du Wei’s eyes instantly turned icy.

He had always felt that Ryan suffered at the Dusk Bell Church; to think that the so-called bad food might mean no food at all, and if there was any, it was probably leftovers.

And the cramped space…

Isn’t that obvious? He must have been locked up.

They didn’t even let him sleep!

Du Wei forced a smile and said, “Ryan, I’m almost done with my busy schedule now. In the next few days, I’ll make a trip to the Dusk Bell Psychiatric Hospital and bring you back.”

Ryan immediately chuckled and said, “That’s great, Director, I knew you wouldn’t forget about me.”

While speaking, Ryan smugly added, “After all, I’m the talent you personally sent to Dusk Bell Psychiatric Hospital for further training, no! I’m the baron you personally ennobled.”

“Oh, I almost forgot, Director, you said you’d make me emperor, and I remember it clearly.”

Du Wei said with a bit of a headache, “Right, I did say that, you are the emperor.”

Ryan then swaggered, “Wow, who would have thought I, Ryan, would see this day? From a regular psychiatrist to an emperor in one fell swoop, I bet there’s no worker who got promoted faster than me.”

“Why don’t you, Director, give me a raise too?”

“I want to buy a house and a car.”

As an “emperor.”

How could he manage without any money?

Du Wei was taken aback by his direct question.

Salary?

The promotions and raises that Du Wei promised Ryan were just his way of coaxing him, although Ryan was the person he felt most guilty about, there was no actual salary involved.

Moreover, promotions and raises need a premise, and Du Wei had no idea what Ryan thought his current salary should be.

So.

Du Wei said to Ryan, “A raise could be arranged, but since you’re currently at the Dusk Bell Psychiatric Hospital, your salary is what your working unit pays you. It’s only when you come back to me that you’ll get the promotion and raise. Do you understand?”

Ryan said in disbelief, “What? That’s how it works? But… but I haven’t received any salary from Dusk Bell!”

Du Wei said with gravity, “That’s why I want to rescue you from there as soon as possible.”

Ryan exclaimed angrily, “Director! They’re withholding my salary! You have to stand up for me!”

As a worker.

Ryan was now very angry.

Working at the Dusk Bell was bad enough, but not getting paid for it too?

Wasn’t this bullying?

Du Wei also had a headache, he didn’t want to continue this topic with Ryan.

So, he vaguely replied, “Mm…okay…”

The Envelope noticed that Du Wei’s tone of voice when he talked on the phone with Ryan was markedly different from how he spoke to it.

Inevitably.

It felt a bit sour…

At the same time, the Envelope was also thinking: [Now that Brother Shadow is all messed up, I thought it was my time to rise, but now it seems that Ryan’s status is still above mine…]

Just at that moment.

All of a sudden, Puton, who was nailed to the ground by chains, violently opened his eyes.

He began to scream hysterically.

“My child…”

“Ah, no… I don’t want a child, I don’t want to give birth, ah…”

“For God’s sake, kill me, let me die, I don’t want to live anymore…”

Puton completely broke down.

After being taken into dreams, he had entered an unspeakably horrific hell.

In those dreams, he was a man, he was a woman, he might not even be human, but in every dream, he was pregnant.

Not only that, but he also clearly remembered how he got pregnant and who impregnated him in those dreams.

It was an absolute nightmare.

Furthermore, the excruciating experience of giving birth was very clear to him.

Twins, triplets, were already terrifying enough.

What was even more terrifying was when he’s not human, constantly birthing until death.

God knows what he went through.

At this moment, Puton looked at Brother Shadow, who was stabbing him with a knife, then at Freddy standing beside him, Du Wei sitting on the Stele talking on the phone, and that damned, most detestable Envelope.

He shouted in a breakdown, “I was wrong! I was wrong! Kill me, I know I was wrong.”

“You devils, stop torturing me.”

“Whatever you want me to do, whatever you want me to say, I’ll listen to you, just don’t torture me anymore, I am willing to do anything.”

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Puton really couldn’t take it anymore.

The pain of the body was nothing compared to the torture of the spirit.

Truthfully, he was willing to sell his soul to Du Wei, just to avoid those horrific dreams.

But, he discovered in despair that the man sitting on the Stele only gave him a cold look, showing no intention of speaking to him at all.

Freddy was the same.

Even that most damned Envelope couldn’t be bothered to come over and mock him.

Puton couldn’t help but feel a chill in his heart.

“I get it, you’ve never thought of using me, you just want to torment me.”

Freddy took delight in his misfortune, “You’re absolutely right.”

Ryan, on the phone, asked in confusion, “Freddy, who the fuck is this guy, your buddy?”

Before Freddy could respond, hearing this, Puton roared excitedly, “Ryan Hamel, is that you? I’m Puton, we’ve been in jail together, we’ve been beaten together, please save me.”

Ryan angrily said, “Who’s this idiot, trying to claim acquaintance with me, Baron Ryan, no… Emperor Ryan, are you provoking me?”

“Bah…”

A glob of spit flew through the air, in a perfect parabola over the phone, landing precisely on Puton’s face.

His body trembled.

Nearing collapse, he thought, “Alfaria, I’ll fight you to the end, the pain and torture you’ve given me, I will return it to you twofold.”

“I curse you, leader of the Vanity Sect Alfaria, I curse you to die a horrible death, I curse misfortune upon you, I curse you with dreadful sickness.”