Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 720 - 698 Escape into the New York sewer system

Chapter 720: 698, Escape into the New York sewer system Chapter 720: 698, Escape into the New York sewer system “fuck!”

Tom’s face changed instantly.

His face was even whiter than the other person’s.

“What the hell are you?”

Tom bellowed in anger, hastily trying to back away.

But he was already on the bed, especially in a half-kneeling position, so when he backed away, he lost his balance and fell onto the bed.

“Uh…ah…”

...

The ghostly entity’s hands directly clutched Tom’s throat tightly.

The faint eerie shadow also tried to burrow into Tom’s body, but he couldn’t see it at all.

Right now.

Tom was very clear that the thing he was dealing with was not human at all, most likely a corpse possessed by an Evil Spirit.

Otherwise, clapping for love and then changing face would be a bit too much!

“Am I fucking done for?”

Tom’s throat was being choked, his face turning red from the strain, and he felt like he was about to be unable to breathe.

The feeling of blood rushing to his head was unpleasant.

And his entire body was engorged with blood.

His lower half was still blood-filled.

Still spirited and ready to fight.

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In the past, at this point, he would definitely have been scared to piss himself, but today, for some reason, as he looked at this terrifying ghostly entity in front of him, Tom actually found a trace of desire rising from the depths of his heart.

This desire scared him to the core.

With a clenched jaw.

Tom waved his arms and also grabbed the other person’s throat.

“The thing I fucking hate the most is ghostly shit scaring me when I’m high! If you want to kill me, I’ll fucking kill you first!”

Tom’s eyes were red with rage as he gripped the other person’s throat tightly.

He had been scared plenty of times before; if it hadn’t been for Du Wei’s intervention, he’d have been far from a humane end.

Not to mention.

As Tom fought back, strangely, the bloody corpse was actually suppressed by him, an ordinary person.

He pinned the other down with one move.

The unseen shadow seemed to be affected as well, forced into the corpse.

“Is this all?”

Tom, astride the other, grabbed the slender hands choking his own throat, yanked them open, and pinned them onto the bedsheet.

Then.

His eyes were red.

He was breathing heavily.

The desire within him grew more intense.

“What’s happening?”

“Am I not a fucking pervert?”

Tom was losing control; he had no clue what was wrong with his body.

“God, I must be insane!”

The only sanity left in Tom’s head was to grab the blanket and press it onto the other’s upper body.

The bloodied upper half was conveniently covered.

The lower half though, appeared perfectly normal.

After doing all this.

Tom, with tears streaming, uncontrollably launched into a second charge.

“I don’t fucking want this!”

“fuck! Am I going to become a church hunter like Du Wei too?”

“I heard that hunters have special abilities; is this my special ability?”

“What a crappy ability, fuck!”

While cursing fuck!

Tom’s body continued its charge.

He couldn’t control himself and could only watch helplessly as he charged on.

In the unseen.

The faint shadow was going mad, trying to escape from the corpse, and in this process, it became dimmer and weaker.

All one can say is…

Ryan is badass!

Tom is badass!

Time passed, with no sense of how long.

Tom felt he was about to shoot.

The shadow seemed to sense the coming of death.

With a bang…

The light bulb in the room suddenly burst.

The house trembled.

The painting hanging on the wall dropped to the floor, shattering the glass everywhere with a crash.

In the last moment.

The figure finally wrestled free from the corpse and escaped from the place of trouble like a lunatic.

Tom’s legs trembled.

His body finally gave out.

Then,

he shakily propped himself up, looking down.

Smack…

A slap landed on his own face.

Humiliating tears trailed down his cheeks…

“I… Tom…”

“fuck!”

Just then, the room door was violently burst open.

A crowd of people surrounded the place.

“Officer Tom, what happened here? Your door was jammed just now, completely unopenable.”

All were regulars of the Red Light District.

Seeing Tom naked, nobody found it strange.

But on that bed,

blood began to slowly seep out.

Someone exclaimed, “My God, what happened here?”

“Someone’s dead!”

“Someone’s dead, call the police!”

Tom, tears streaming down his face, wiped his body with a sheet, bellowing in anger, “Call the police, my ass, I’m the fucking cop!”

Having said that,

Tom immediately pulled out his cell phone and dialed the New York Police Department.

“All you motherfuckers get over here, call everyone, lock down the Red Light District!”

After doing all this,

Tom dialed Du Wei’s number.

While the phone had not yet connected, he pointed at the crowd outside and said, “Everyone stand still, don’t move. What happened here is not for you to discuss. If a single rumor leaks outside, you’ll all be in jail for a decade.”

…

At this time,

Du Wei was at home packing his things.

After eating, Ryan had taken a hoe, saying he was going to dig something up in the yard.

He was about to finish packing and go out to call Ryan.

Suddenly, the cell phone rang.

Putting down his backpack, Du Wei took out his phone and saw that the caller was Tom.

He frowned and pressed the answer button.

Then he heard Tom’s voice, laced with sobs, from the other end of the line: “Buddy, I’m done for, I’m really done for! My life is ruined.”

Du Wei spoke in a stern voice, “What happened? Aren’t you in the Red Light District?”

Tom cried out, “Yes, I am, but I seem to have gotten with some ghostly thing, like a corpse, which was clearly alive just before, and I lost control, ending up like a hunter.”

“You better come quick, I’m about to collapse.”

Du Wei’s eyes grew cold.

His fists clenched, he stated coldly, “Wait for me, I’m coming right over.”

Tom was his own good brother.

He had helped him more than once or twice, and even though he was sometimes bizarre, he was someone with whom Du Wei had a life-and-death connection.

In this world, Evil Spirits don’t attack for no reason.

And the target was Tom.

He hung up the phone and headed straight down the stairs.

As he walked, he swore in his heart, “Black Du Wei, I hope it wasn’t your doing, otherwise, even if I have to give up the plan, I will kill you.”

…

Elsewhere,

On an empty street in New York,

Ryan, carrying a hoe, scratched his head, looking at a faint figure in front of him.

“This thing, it also looks familiar to me.”

“Could it be one of my slaves?”

The shadow was extremely dim; it was the same being that wanted to lay hands on Tom. It did not notice Ryan; instead, it circled around on the ground for a while and then burrowed into the earth.

Ryan shook his head bewilderedly.

“Hey, this place feels so familiar, like I was supposed to store those things here before.”

Saying that, Ryan ran to the spot where the shadow disappeared,

bent over, and saw a round sewer manhole cover.

At the edge of the manhole cover was engraved a name—Ryan Hamel.

Ryan, puzzled,

“Ryan Hamel? Didn’t I put this manhole cover here myself? Why is the name not Ryan, did I find the wrong place?”

“Forget it! I, Ryan, am nobility; the places where I store things can’t possibly be in a sewer, too smelly, too dirty, and too dark, where you can’t see anything.”

“With my status, at the very least it should be a place like a dump, it’s more fitting for my style.”

With a sense of pride, Ryan raised his head and walked towards the nearby garbage dump.