Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

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The fog rolled.

Something seemed to be brewing within.

The night sky was tranquil, the bright moonlight shining on the earth, rendering it exceptionally desolate.

Time ticked away.

Soon, the latter half of the night arrived.

The fog that had enveloped the small town began to slowly dissipate.

Suddenly.

A man's silhouette emerged from the fog, and in his hand, he appeared to be holding a balloon.

When he stepped out of the town.

The last wisp of fog was just dispersed by the moonlight, which shone upon him.

Revealed was the face of Du Wei, which looked indifferent.

In his right hand, he was holding a red balloon.

This was the true form of Pennywise, but the clown silhouette that should have appeared was nowhere to be found.

Instead, there were many faint mini human shadows.

Without substance, barely noticeable unless looked at closely.

They were the Evil Spirits turned from the cultists of the Veda Sect.

Du Wei seemed to find holding the balloon by hand a bit too tiring.

So, he pondered for a moment and called out, "Brother Shadow."

The next second.

Brother Shadow, holding a pair of daggers, emerged from the shadow behind Du Wei.

Upon appearing, it assumed a humble posture, bowing its head, not daring to look directly at the man before it.

Yes…

Brother Shadow's intelligence had improved a bit.

It had witnessed firsthand the fate that befell Pennywise, who had become a traitor.

That scene was deeply etched into its instincts.

But Du Wei frowned, "Don't bow your head."

Brother Shadow immediately straightened up.

Then, reflected in its bloodshot eyes were Du Wei tying the red balloon around its neck languidly.

Brother Shadow was stunned.

It cocked its head, looking at the red balloon tied around its neck, floating above its head.

To be fair, it somewhat resembled a sort of alternative crown.

Albeit at a crooked angle.

Yet, Brother Shadow instinctively felt discomfort, the red balloon in its eyes extremely unstable, as if it could explode at any moment.

Thus, it extended its arms, wanting to straighten the red balloon.

However, as each hand was holding a dagger and it was unwilling to let go, it directly poked the red balloon with the daggers.

Du Wei frowned upon seeing this.

Brother Shadow immediately halted, its bloodshot eyes filled with confusion and incomprehension as it looked at the man before it.

As if asking, "What do you mean, Master?"

Its intelligence wasn't sufficient to comprehend Du Wei's intent without a command.

Fortunately.

What Du Wei was most pleased with was Brother Shadow's idiotic level of intelligence.

He said calmly, "From now on, this red balloon will be tied around your neck. But remember, it's very important to me, you must ensure it isn't damaged."

"And, you cannot touch it, understand?"

Brother Shadow was completely lost.

It didn't know exactly what to do, but it did understand the command not to touch the balloon.

The daggers drooped down.

Brother Shadow once again merged into Du Wei's shadow, including the red balloon hovering above its head.

Du Wei then nodded in satisfaction.

"Keeping this thing on Brother Shadow is much more convenient than on myself."

"Next time I need it, I can take it from Brother Shadow at any time."

Indeed, Pennywise had already met its end, but its original form had been fashioned by the Evil Spirit Du Wei into an aberrant sort of power bank, its size reduced from a gigantic balloon to a regular one.

As for the Evil Spirits from the Veda Sect, they served as the batteries stuffed inside the balloon.

With this device.

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At last, Du Wei had dealt with a hidden danger.

Which is to say, after becoming Evil Spirit Du Wei, he couldn't reach his pinnacle state.

As long as the power bank wasn't completely drained, and those hundreds of Evil Spirits hadn't perished, Evil Spirit Du Wei could maintain a perfect state.

If he encountered a bus or the Horror House again, as long as Du Wei was willing to exist as Evil Spirit Du Wei for a long time, he would have the upper hand.

"Cough..."

At that moment, Du Wei suddenly bent over, clutching his chest as he began to cough violently.

His face turned red.

His mouth slightly opened, as if there was a dagger stirring in his belly, the intense pain forced an involuntary groan from him.

"Ugh..."

The vomiting was unstoppable.

And it was mixed with some kind of black liquid.

It looked like spoiled blood.

After quite some time,

Du Wei finally recovered.

Gasping for breath, he looked at the large pool of vomit on the ground, his eyes filled with an indescribable expression.

"It seems my body isn't strong enough to transform into Evil Spirit Du Wei again in a short time; its power actually has such a severe corrosive effect on me?"

Du Wei wiped his mouth, stepping over the puddle of vomit, and walked towards a black sedan parked on the road ahead.

At this moment,

his mind was extremely complicated.

Humans and Evil Spirits are fundamentally different after all.

Even becoming Evil Spirit Du Wei, he ultimately had more limitations.

At the very least...

Du Wei couldn't, like Evil Spirit Du Wei, have his power increase in an exaggerated manner, skyrocketing wildly.

"I suddenly miss the other me."

"Surely, if it had won, it would have felt the same."

The first sentence.

His tone was somewhat inexplicable.

The second sentence.

It carried a level of complexity that ordinary people couldn't understand.

The serene moonlight shone upon him, elongating and fading his shadow.

He pressed the car key.

The hazard lights of the black sedan parked in front flashed.

Du Wei yanked open the car door and took the passenger's seat.

With a rumble,

the car slowly drove into the distance.

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Inside the car,

Du Wei took out his phone and called Mrs. Senna.

It connected quickly.

On the other end, Mrs. Senna's voice sounded somewhat weary, "Lord Duwei, what's the matter so late at night?"

Du Wei said calmly, "Pennywise has been dealt with, please have someone clean up. That town is completely empty now, no one survived."

Mrs. Senna fell silent for two seconds before responding, "You've worked hard. I will send people over right now."

The threat Pennywise posed was too great.

Ordinary hunters simply couldn't handle it, with the chances of death being as high as ninety percent.

That it could be dealt with was already an unexpected joy.

Even Mrs. Senna didn't dare to hope for much.

As if thinking of something else, she asked, "By the way, if you left St. Bodia to deal with Pennywise, will you be coming back for Lord Alvin's funeral the day after tomorrow?"

Du Wei declined, "No, I have a lot of things to take care of next. Once everything is resolved, I'll return to St. Bodia to pay respects to Alvin."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Then, Du Wei opened his phone's navigation and set his destination to the Ustengrav Mountains near Switzerland.

He was going to retrieve the Scales.

And see if there was a chance to rescue Ryan from the Dusk Bell Church.