Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 696 - 673 a bold idea

Chapter 696: 673, a bold idea Chapter 696: 673, a bold idea Midnight, inside the villa.

When Du Wei returned to reality, his right hand trembled.

It wasn’t out of fear, but confusion.

The bug with the Marking Ability was that as long as it touched something, that thing could be marked. Once the mark was activated again, all marked entities would instantly appear before Du Wei…

And then, kill him.

However, Du Wei mostly used the Marking Ability when he was in dire straits; as soon as he activated it, if he wasn’t pushed to the limit, he could hide and watch the marked entities and the things that wanted to kill him fight amongst themselves.

For much of the time, the Marking Ability was his most core trump card.

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But now…

He felt that although he had only marked something once, the number of entities that would appear before him if he activated the mark could possibly reach an extremely exaggerated number.

More than hundreds or thousands.

He reckoned that if he truly activated the mark, the entities that appeared might turn the whole of New York into a City of the Dead.

“I was only supposed to mark the black silk thread in the Antique Clock, why has it come to this…”

Du Wei couldn’t solve the puzzle.

He looked at the back of his right hand, stared for a good while, gritted his teeth, and walked out of the villa.

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The night in New York was exceptionally quiet.

This was not a city that never sleeps; in most areas at night, there were few pedestrians, after all, this was the West, where firearms were freely available.

The places of bright lights and wine were only the Red Light District.

That was the place where one could revel until dawn.

Du Wei looked from afar at the neon lights of the Red Light District. It was already two in the morning as he frowned and said, “They should be asleep by this point.”

By ‘they,’ he meant Tom, Father Tony, Ryan.

Previously, Tom had sworn an oath that he absolutely would not take Ryan to the Red Light District.

Du Wei was still quite confident in Tom’s character.

Although he didn’t know that his good brother’s character when it came to drinking couldn’t really be compared to his overall character.

Turning around.

Du Wei then drove his car towards the North Brook District.

His car was the McLaren GT, which had already been shipped back to New York.

The destination now was the psychiatric consultation clinic he had visited before.

The Marking Ability made him feel that the marked entity closest to him was the psychiatric consultation clinic.

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After about ten minutes.

On the street opposite the psychiatric consultation clinic, Du Wei parked his car.

Through the car window, he saw the clinic under the cover of night shrouded in darkness; the Antique Clock had previously caused an earthquake in New York, which was not situated on a seismic belt.

And the clinic was the source of it.

The cracked road had been repaired, the collapsed street lights had been restored to their original state, but the clinic had not been.

When Du Wei had rented the clinic, it hadn’t cost much money, as real estate prices in the North Brook District were very low, and if the landlord chose to repair it, it would be tantamount to rebuilding.

It would be more cost-effective to just buy a new house.

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In the West, the price of houses that are not very old is usually not too expensive.

Under the night sky, Du Wei could see the cracks on the clinic’s walls; the entire building had become dangerous and could collapse at any time, and the neighboring houses were also not much better off.

And this place felt a bit strange to him.

The last time he had come back was before he bought the villa; that had already been a long time ago. By then, he had been in the clinic for quite a while and had already grown accustomed to its chill and eeriness.

Returning after such a long time, the clinic exuded an ominously terrifying aura.

More terrifying than the villa, it seemed more like a den where Evil Spirits were nurtured.

“It seems my last home was much more troublesome than I thought…”

Du Wei opened the car door and, with an expressionless face, looked up. The entrance to the psychological counseling clinic had been cordoned off; this was something Tom had done earlier.

On the back of his right hand, the pattern of the hand’s needle gave off a slight chill.

Many successfully marked items were hidden inside the house in front of him, yet he had never marked them himself.

Now, Du Wei suspected that these numerous newly marked items, along with the black threads inside the Antique Clock, might be interconnected.

He walked to the entrance.

The wooden door of the house was ajar, unable to close properly due to warping, so it was left unlocked on purpose.

Gently pushing open the door, the creaking noise was piercingly loud.

But Du Wei didn’t go in; he just stood at the doorway, looking at the scene inside the house.

At that moment, what presented itself before him was an expanse of chill and darkness, accompanied by some sparse sounds.

His arrival had disturbed the entities within this house.

For ordinary people, they might see a normal scene.

But his eyes were like shadows, so what he saw was the true nature of this psychological counseling clinic.

Du Wei saw.

The cracks on the wall oozed a creepy aura.

Following the cracks that spread like spider webs, he noticed faintly visible things slowly moving and penetrating the entire house.

They were the black threads.

“I actually lived in such a place before, and I didn’t even notice anything wrong.”

Du Wei felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.

Habit truly makes one complacent.

It also blinds one to certain abnormalities.

Now, he fully understood that what he had marked was the entirety of the black threads, including those in dreams. Anything that existed in the outside world also got marked by him.

And that led to a problem.

“It’s not just the items inside the clinic that I’ve marked… there are other places too, and I even feel that, across thousands of kilometers in other countries, there are marked black threads.”

“Why do those places also have these things?”

“Could it be the byproducts left by the previous owners of the Antique Clock?”

Du Wei remembered that when he had asked Alex to investigate the Antique Clock, Alex had provided information that indicated the earliest record of the clock’s appearance was in the 18th century.

And the successive owners of the Antique Clock all met with terrible fates, dying quite tragically.

The previous owner before that was Ryan Hamel.

However, even with these deductions, the information was of little use to Du Wei, and instead, his Marking Ability had problems.

As soon as he activated his Marking Ability, wherever he was, that place would become a City of the Dead, not less formidable than Massas City.

And if he didn’t activate it, his Marking Ability was of little use.

All things considered, he might have suffered a huge loss.

Thinking this, Du Wei reached out to touch the wall of the house, and the needle pattern on the back of his right hand was emitting a faint chill.

Moreover, the black threads intrinsic to the house itself were crawling along the wall, seemingly wanting to merge with Du Wei, moving up his palm to return to their source.

That is, in the Dream.

“Wait a minute… These black threads, the connection with the Antique Clock, it seems not to have been severed.”

“If that’s the case, does it not mean that if the Everlasting Flower devours the Antique Clock completely, it could escape from my dream through the connection?”

Du Wei’s brow furrowed, and then a bold idea appeared in his mind.

“But if I think about it from another angle, it seems I could use these black threads as bait to lure the Everlasting Flower, achieving the result I need.”

“No, it’s not about luring the Everlasting Flower, but using the black threads to fish. As long as I have a strong enough fishing rod and bait in my hands, I can treat the Demon God intent on killing me as a fish, pulling it into my dream.”