Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

["Master, this is information pollution, this is information pollution!"] At this moment, Envelope almost collapsed. ["The information related to that pattern, if Envelope tells you now, it will be immediately overwritten, Envelope is already useless, what should we do!"] For Envelope, it understood Du Wei's personality very well by now. If it were to be labeled as junk, its fate would basically be to be repurposed, to utilize its last bits of usefulness. Equivalent to a direct game over. But Du Wei remained unfazed; he calmly looked at Envelope and slowly said, "It looks like you won't die for now, and if it's just that you can't speak out about information related to that pattern, it doesn't impact much." ["Master, stop joking, we are the antagonists!"] ["Envelope knows that you must be considering how to arrange Envelope now, right?"] ["Envelope has followed you for so long, if not for contributions, then for the hard work, Envelope is your most loyal subordinate, ah no... hound, Envelope is your hound."] ["Please don't kill Envelope, can you give Envelope a little bit of hope?"] Seeing this, Du Wei's expression turned grim, and he said coldly, "Calm down, I still have use for you for the time being, I won't just kill you outright."] ["Really?"] Du Wei calmly said, "I never lie." As he spoke, he furrowed his eyebrows, lost in thought once again. Being cautious was the right thing to do; if it wasn't for Envelope taking the brunt of it, he probably would have been the one suffering from information pollution by now. The form in which Envelope manifested was text, and if it had been him, it's very likely his speech and consciousness would have been affected. Maybe he wouldn't have been able to resist at all. "Good thing I have plenty of Evil Spirits under my command." Du Wei muttered to himself, but he also knew he couldn't just stop investigating the matter about the pattern. He looked at the hand pattern on his right hand, and with a slight motion in his mind, the pattern began to recede. It seemed the further he was from the Stele, the uncontrollable aspects would also disappear. Thinking of this. Du Wei asked in a solemn voice, "Now you can't tell me what you know, but if you cooperate with me, we can still obtain some useful information." Envelope was dumbfounded: ["Master, what do you plan to do? Envelope will definitely cooperate with you!"] Du Wei said indifferently, "You mentioned the word 'Rahmer' just now, meaning Rahmer's Bell, which is the Antique Clock in my house, right?"] ["Right..."] Du Wei hummed, "The pattern points to Rahmer's Bell, so does it also point to the Antique Clock in my house?"] ["It does... but also does not."] This was very suspicious. According to what Freddy had said, Rahmer's Bell was the Antique Clock at home, and if the pattern pointed to it, why would Envelope give a negative answer? Could it be that the one at home was a counterfeit? Not the real Rahmer's Bell? Right then, Du Wei asked, "Is the Antique Clock in my home Rahmer's Bell?" Envelope answered: ["Yes, Envelope understands what you mean, but Envelope cannot give you information with accurate guidance, Envelope can only say that it may be a medium, the actual thing, it should be the source of the information pollution."] After pondering for a moment, Du Wei understood what Envelope meant. The one at home was certainly Rahmer's Bell, but Rahmer's Bell isn't necessarily it. Just like Evil Spirit Du Wei is Du Wei, but Du Wei is not Evil Spirit Du Wei. "The one that's locked onto you is the origin of 'it'?" ["Yes... to be precise, Envelope might not have been locked on to, but after coming into contact with it, it was naturally affected, and such influence will be impossible to erase."] ["Also, Master, that hand pattern on the back of your hand... might also be an influence."] ["Moreover, Envelope couldn't detect that Stele at all, only coming into contact with that pattern. According to what you've said, it may carry the records of many strange beings. With your wisdom, you should be able to understand why Envelope would say so, right?"] Du Wei said with a cold voice, "Solomon's Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods?" ["Yes..."] As soon as the text appeared, boom, the entire Envelope suddenly burst into flames. Black flames carrying an inexplicable chill enveloped Envelope, and the next second, it burned into ashes. And Du Wei also felt an indescribable terror. It was as if, at this very moment, some existence in the dark had suddenly been disturbed. This made Du Wei feel extremely absurd. He had mentioned Solomon's Seventy-Two Pillar Demon Gods before and had searched online for information. Although he found nothing, he had never felt such a strange sensation. Faintly. Du Wei had the sensation of walking on a tightrope at the edge of a cliff, a sense of déjà vu where life and death were not in his hands. But he didn't know why. The feeling came quickly and left just as quickly. It vanished in an instant. "What exactly is going on?" Du Wei murmured softly, looking up at his surroundings, but found nothing. Meanwhile, the ashes on the ground resurrected the envelope, which slowly emerged bit by bit. This time, its resurrection was extremely slow. And many things that looked like the patterns on the back of Du Wei's hand occasionally flickered on it. [??? Great master, what just happened? Why did the envelope just die again as soon as it emerged?] [Could it be that treacherous shadow that sabotaged my envelope again? Otherwise, why would the envelope die once more?] Du Wei grabbed it in his hand and narrowed his eyes, "It seems like you have forgotten what just happened." … At this very moment. In the center of New York City, in Du Wei's home. The hands of the Antique Clock on the wall had stopped moving. The atmosphere inside the room had become extremely oppressive. Next to it, Annabelle huddled in a ball inside the display cabinet, as if it saw nothing or as if it dared not see. Suddenly. Click... A faint mechanical sound began. The hands of the Antique Clock moved backward by one notch and then resumed normal movement. But the movement of the hands was not as before, instead inexplicably skipping a notch as if events that happened within a certain time frame had been erased. After the hands had completed a full rotation. The oppressive feeling vanished. Everything seemed to quiet down. Only Annabelle inside the display cabinet trembled slightly, even more terrified than before. … Elsewhere. Du Wei also noticed the bizarre fate of the minion envelope. It seemed to have completely forgotten what had happened before. Moreover, no matter how he asked about Rahmer's Bell or the information about Solomon's Seventy-Two Pillar Demon Gods, it could not answer. [Master, what fools these Seventy-Two Pillar Demon Gods are, not to mention that Rahmer's Bell at home. In your presence, they're just jesters.] [Just fight, fight them to death and let them know who the invincible man is!] Now, the envelope could express related information and was no longer subjected to information pollution. This phenomenon was completely beyond Du Wei's understanding. He hesitated for a moment, wondering whether to let the envelope come into contact with the stele again. "After all, it can't die." But just as Du Wei silently said this to himself, his phone suddenly rang. The call was from the old hunter Kane. The first words after the connection were, "Alvin Dowqui is dead... and he has turned into an Evil Spirit and escaped from St. Bodia."