Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 694 - 671 Gardener

Chapter 694: 671, Gardener Chapter 694: 671, Gardener Those fine black threads, like living creatures, emanated from the Antique Clock; as soon as they emerged, they spread towards Du Wei like bloodthirsty sharks sensing the scent of blood.

“Why is this happening?”

Du Wei frowned, retreating while extending his left hand; his new ability was quite bizarre.

Aside from Demon Gods, he could shake hands and make friends with anyone, whether they had hands or not.

All he needed was a touch, and everything would be peaceful.

Of course, once he let go, the other party would not rest until he was killed.

It was an awkward ability, even harder to use than the Mark; it was like stepping on a pressure mine – nothing happens unless released, but once you let go, boom.

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But there was no way these strange black threads could kill him.

Having left Ryan’s Inner World, his strength had long since recovered, and compared with the current Matthew, his power should not be much different.

As the fine black threads approached him.

Du Wei simply grabbed them and activated the ability of his left hand.

In an instant.

All those black threads paused momentarily, then vibrated slightly like taut strings of a bow, and subsequently became completely still and solidified.

“What on earth is this stuff?”

Du Wei, holding the black threads, felt no sensation at all; his left hand was different from his Right Hand, it still retained sensation even during Evil Spirit Transformation.

He felt as if he were grasping air.

The black threads were in his hand, yet they seemed as if they didn’t exist at all.

He had encountered this stuff before – it was present in buses, Pennywise had it, the Puppet Evil Spirit Mary Shaw had it, and even his Gamble Card had fine black threads before he acquired it.

His understanding of the black threads was partial, knowing only that if they touched a person, they could induce changes on a mental level.

For instance, stealing souls, taking luck, or even controlling someone, turning them into puppets.

Du Wei frowned, holding the black threads and walked over to the Antique Clock.

He was preparing to do something rather dangerous.

Send this ghostly stuff back to where it came from.

However.

Upon examining the Antique Clock, he found no opening through which to stuff them back in.

This was quite embarrassing.

As Du Wei held the black threads and moved around, they flowed like water along with his movement.

Apart from not attacking him, there was no difference from before.

“I already have enough trouble; I don’t want to carry this stuff around with me every day.”

Du Wei shook his head and whispered, “Freddy.”

The next second.

The figure of Freddy gradually materialized in the empty living room.

Previously, this Nightmare Evil Spirit, along with the Envelope and the shadow, had taken the brunt of Mapa’s Pen for Du Wei, resulting in them sustaining significant damage.

This also caused Freddy’s currently manifested figure to be extremely faint, just a blurry outline, and even his characteristic claws had turned into normal palms.

Upon appearing, Freddy saw Du Wei holding the fine black threads in one hand while tampering with the Antique Clock with the other, seemingly intending to dismantle it.

“Devil Master, what are you planning to do?”

Freddy was very curious; this devil would only call on it either to set someone up or to prepare to set someone up.

It felt this time was no different.

Du Wei turned his head to look at it and said coldly, “Pull me into a dream, I need to lock this thing up.”

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Freddy asked, dubiously, “Ah? Aren’t you planning to trick someone?”

Du Wei narrowed his eyes, “Do I look like it?”

“Just do it when you’re told, without so much nonsense.”

His attitude was very indifferent.

Freddy immediately let out a forced laugh and said, “Yes, Devil Master.”

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In the dream.

This was a world of stark black and white, where countless lines divided everything into equally-sized squares.

The ground looked like an endless grand plaza.

Du Wei’s body had been pulled into Freddy’s dream, and upon appearing, he sat on a giant stele carved with many strange symbols.

This stele, acquired from the Ghost Ship, was one of four such stones.

The remaining steles were located with the mutated Voodoo Cult, the Wittebach family, and the Vanity Sect.

In the plaza, Lock Ghost Puton was pierced through with chains, firmly fixed to the ground.

It was utterly unable to move.

After Du Wei appeared, he held a fine black thread in one hand and an Antique Clock in the other, casting a cold glance at Lock Ghost Puton.

The latter immediately began to shout and beg for mercy, “Alfaria, Alfaria, grant me freedom, grant me freedom, I am willing to sell my soul to you, just give me freedom, and I will forever be your slave.”

Up to now, Lock Ghost Puton didn’t know Du Wei’s real name; it was not Alfaria at all. The person it had been secretly cursing all this time was actually the leader of the Vanity Sect.

“Shut up.”

Du Wei snorted coldly.

Freddy immediately sneered, appearing in front of Lock Ghost Puton, and slapped Puton’s face, “You must be out of your mind, still talking about freedom. I don’t even have freedom; you think you can have it?”

“I’ll tell you, only the freedom controlled by the Devil Master is true freedom. What you think is freedom isn’t freedom at all; it’s torment!”

“If you mouth off again, I swear I’ll make you give birth to a litter of pigs in your dreams. Believe it or not?”

Lock Ghost Puton showed a look of terror, “Lord Freddy, I realize my mistake, I’ll shut up now.”

These past few days, Freddy hadn’t stopped tormenting it in the dream, because only the torment in the dream could help Freddy recover faster.

This was also why the Envelope had been silent so far, and he was recovering quite quickly instead.

Du Wei no longer bothered with Freddy and Lock Ghost Puton.

He sat on the stele, his gaze turning toward the deeper layers of the dream.

That was a world where countless dreams, seemingly real and illusory, interwove.

Layer upon layer, like Russian nesting dolls, with no end in sight.

But hidden within those dreams was a huge flower, its roots embedded in numerous dreams—the Everlasting Flower, which Du Wei had trapped in the dream.

This fearsome entity had once used Minette’s skull as nourishment and was suspected to have the power to kill a Demon God.

However, it was largely outside Du Wei’s control.

If released, the first thing it would kill was Du Wei himself.

The last time he managed to contain it in the dream, it had taken Du Wei considerable effort — otherwise, it would have been impossible.

Now, throwing the Antique Clock along with the black thread to it would allow the Everlasting Flower to assimilate them completely.

“If this is considered gardening, then I might be the most evil gardener,”

Du Wei sighed, and threw both the Antique Clock and the fine black thread into the dream.

To control the dream, he played the game even more adeptly than Freddy.

There was no worry of the thread backfiring.