Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 655 - 652 Dusk Bell Danger

Chapter 655: 652, Dusk Bell: Danger Chapter 655: 652, Dusk Bell: Danger Not a soul slept that night.

After leaving Matthew’s room, Tiquel walked along the dimly lit underground passage.

The old tungsten bulbs had blackened, casting elongated shadows of him in the yellowing light.

Gradually.

Tiquel arrived at a dark corner.

All he could see was pitch-blackness.

In the darkness.

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Tiquel’s voice echoed, “I still haven’t figured out Matthew’s secret, but he is very interested in the Voodoo Cult and seems to be considering a personal visit, which might be an opportunity.”

“According to him, the Vanity Sect will also be there, aiming for a stele.”

Right after.

Another hoarse voice took over, “A stele? It must be one of the four Demon Steles. The Wittebach family owns one, the Public Sea has another, the Vanity Church has one themselves, and the last is with the Voodoo Cult.”

“Did Matthew say anything else?”

Tiquel replied, “Not really, he’s more concerned about the curse, but has no clue who’s behind it.”

The voice mused, “I, too, am curious about who cast the curse. Just when we were about to act, His Excellency the Duke reappeared, and he has planted people in the Dusk Bell.”

Tiquel said gravely, “Are you suggesting that the curse might be the work of His Excellency the Duke?”

The voice said, “Matthew didn’t suspect him, it’s unlikely, but this mysterious force must be very powerful. Continue to stay close to Matthew and make sure you inform me if you find out anything.”

Tiquel hummed in agreement, “Will do for now.”

Throughout this process.

Tiquel kept walking forward, as if the voice existed only within this dark corridor.

Once outside.

Tiquel silently said to himself, “Message delivered.”

Indeed.

He was an undercover.

But he was an undercover planted by Matthew in the church.

Who was later placed by the church into the Dusk Bell.

The process was bizarre.

But it also made it more convenient for Tiquel to work for Matthew.

Learning Matthew’s identity was also information obtained from the church.

However.

Tiquel was a smart man.

He knew exactly who he was working for, and since he knew, there was no need to ponder that his boss was actually a two-hundred-year-old creature.

Because in a sense.

The leader of the Dusk Bell had always been the same person.

What was there not to accept?

Tiquel hastened to his own room.

As he passed by Ryan’s room.

He noticed the door wasn’t completely shut.

Glancing around, he peered through the crack.

“Why would His Excellency the Duke plant a mental illness hunter in the Dusk Bell? What exactly is he plotting?” Tiquel wondered to himself.

Even if he racked his brain.

He probably couldn’t guess that it was all a misunderstanding.

There was no scheme at all.

Even more, as soon as “His Excellency the Duke” returned to reality, he would immediate start dealing with the Dusk Bell Church to rescue his subordinate, Ryan, from misery.

At this moment.

Through the crack in the door, Tiquel saw Ryan inside the room with a flushed face, hands shaking in the air as if he was going mad.

Vaguely, he could hear some odd words.

“Struck it rich, struck it rich, it’s finally time for Ryan to strike it rich.”

“Director, don’t worry, my money is your money, we’re definitely going to make a killing this time.”

Ryan inside was very excited.

Tiquel peeked for a while and then lost interest.

These were confusing actions beyond his understanding.

A lunatic is still a lunatic.

Alas…

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Poor thing.

Just like a clown.

Tiquel shook his head and sighed, then stopped paying attention to Ryan and walked towards his room with an easy stride.

Meanwhile, inside the room.

Ryan was even more excited.

His eyes gleamed, and he spoke with uncontrollable excitement, “This Dusk Bell is too stupid, their accounts have no passwords, I’ve stolen thousands of dollars and they still haven’t realized it. Today, I’ll bankrupt them in one go.”

“Their money is my money.”

“But that poor guy Matthew, despite living for hundreds of years, didn’t save much; they owe me thirty billion, yet there’s only a little over two billion in the account, definitely not enough!”

Ryan might be mentally ill.

But when it came to money,

even Du Wei couldn’t reason with him.

Otherwise, they wouldn’t have had that earnest soul-to-soul talk about working hard just to earn money last time.

Suddenly.

Ryan’s expression turned dangerous.

He chuckled darkly, “The director always thought highly of me, he said I was his most loyal subordinate. Since that’s the case, I might as well go all out; I’m going to sell Dusk Bell Psychiatric Hospital outright.”

“Seems like Dusk Bell has a few hundred years of history, it must be worth a lot if sold.”

“But even if sold at once, it seems like it wouldn’t be enough.”

“I could take it to the bank for a loan. After all, I’m the deputy director of Dusk Bell at the least, I’m also an emperor, the bank should give me some face.”

“If that’s still not enough, I’ll borrow high-interest loans under the name of Dusk Bell, as much as they’ll lend.”

The more Ryan talked, the clearer his thoughts became.

He kissed his bank card, then his face suddenly changed.

“Wait…”

“I, Ryan, am the emperor…”

“Dusk Bell is my turf, all the people here are technically my private property, they’re all my slaves. If that’s so, then if I contact some shady clinic, couldn’t I make another fortune?”

Ryan scratched his head and tilted it, saying, “A person has two kidneys, and many other organs to sell, and can donate blood, why didn’t I think of this before.”

With a slap to his head.

He said with great annoyance, “Damn it, I was swayed by the idiots of Dusk Bell. If I had known, I would have contacted a shady clinic the first day I got into Dusk Bell.”

As he was speaking.

The door suddenly opened.

“What shady clinic?”

James walked in, pale-faced, and sneezed.

Ryan had a severe cold a few days ago.

James took care of him the whole time, and as a result, once Ryan was better, James caught it from him.

“Ryan, are you going crazy again?”

Upon hearing this.

Ryan slammed the table and shouted, “Call me Your Majesty!”

All at once.

James was frightened into trembling and said, “Alright, Your Majesty Ryan, are you going crazy again? What shady clinic? Where is there a shady clinic?”

Ryan sneered, standing proudly with hands behind his back, “James, you know nothing. Although I, Emperor Ryan, have long since retired from the medical field, when I worked at Hill Psychiatric Hospital, many of my colleagues were excellent surgeons.”

“With just one command from me, they would come to Dusk Bell to see me immediately and establish a shady clinic. They’d take all your kidneys. However, considering you’ve served me for so long, I might spare your worthless life.”

This tone, this posture.

One could say it was quite pretentious.

But what he said only made one want to laugh.

James actually laughed out loud, “Although it’s not nice for me to say this, I still want to remind you that Hill Psychiatric Hospital has been burned to the ground by a fire long ago, your colleagues didn’t even leave ashes behind.”

After saying that, he disdainfully added, “Alright, if you’re not going to sleep, then I’ll sleep in your room tonight. My room’s walls are covered with all sorts of weird patterns, I can’t sleep well at all.”

Ryan’s room was chaotic.

But it didn’t have any of those strange occurrences.

Ryan’s eyes flashed sharply, and in an instant, he pounced onto the bed, spreading his arms and stretching his legs out to monopolize the entire bed.

“Keep the hell away from my bed, you reek of piss.”

Upon hearing this, James became furiously angry.

He angrily said, “Isn’t it because you’ve been pissing and crapping all over my room every day? If not for you, would I reek that badly?”

Ryan spat, “If you have the guts, hit me! What can you do to me? If you want to sleep, sleep on the floor but don’t even think about taking over my bed.”

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James really wanted to hit him.

But the last time he tried, he almost had his remaining hand broken by Ryan, so he let out a dissatisfied snort, skillfully found a carpet, and laid down on it.