Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

In the torrential rain, the temperature of the air dropped significantly.

Therefore, Du Wei's complexion turned somewhat pale as he stood with his backpack on, expressionlessly making eye contact with Ryan's corpse.

One gaze was calm to the extreme, the other an empty expanse of dead silence.

If you ignored the look in their eyes, they were almost indistinguishable.

Under the state of Spirit Vision, Du Wei could clearly sense the malice on the corpse growing increasingly profound.

This thing resembled an Evil Spirit, yet seemed not to be one.

For an Evil Spirit to kill, certain conditions needed to be satisfied: first, a triggering medium, then entrapment within the rules, and finally, when a person's spirit collapses, completely influenced by negative emotions, the Evil Spirit would choose to act.

Of course, the shadow he had encountered clearly was not among the common Evil Spirits; it required only a triggering condition before it would directly come knocking, almost never waiting until the next day.

And Du Wei had already dealt with such material entities before; he had the relevant experience.

Thus, after making eye contact with Ryan's corpse for a few seconds, he drew his gun and aimed at the corpse's head.

But just as he was about to pull the trigger, Du Wei had a second thought and abandoned the idea.

Right now, within the entire Hill Psychiatric Hospital, there might be more than one of Ryan's corpses, and firing a gun could attract other things, making the situation even more troublesome.

And the last thing Du Wei wanted was trouble. He made sure there wouldn't be too much of an impact every time he fired a gun.

It was the same in Alex's house. At that time, anomalies with the Antique Clock caused the entire room to be affected, completely silent, with sound unable to travel at all. Afterward, he even found ways to cover up the bullet holes.

As for that time he fired a gun on the bus, well... everyone was already dead...

Thinking of this, Du Wei put away his gun and took out the silver cross dagger he got from Andrew.

Sssss...

He drew the dagger.

...

Ten minutes later.

Du Wei cleaned the dagger and sheathed it. The Evil Spirit Transformation of his Right Hand gradually returned to normal.

"It's been too long since I've dissected a corpse. It took me so long just to remove the limbs."

His tone was somewhat complex; dissecting a corpse was not about coarse dismemberment and required some skill. Otherwise, the dagger would get stuck on tough tendons and joint bones.

"If this dagger were thick and sturdy enough, beheading would have been a good choice..."

With a somewhat complicated sigh, Du Wei gave the corpse one final look in Spirit Vision to assure there wouldn't be more trouble, then turned and walked towards the bell tower.

At the original spot, Ryan's dismembered corpse lay minus the limbs, which had been removed and discarded somewhere unknown.

Suddenly, the head of the corpse trembled.

But that was it; without limbs, it was incapable of moving, not even able to roll back and forth.

And at this moment,

James and his two companions had also entered Hill Psychiatric Hospital.

They weren't as fast as Du Wei expected because on their way, they had encountered several corpses.

After dealing with a few, the trio had figured out the pattern.

The corpses were not Evil Spirits but seemed more like the product of some extremely evil influence.

They were highly aggressive, filled with malice towards the living.

Fortunately, once their heads were chopped off, the corpses wouldn't move anymore; otherwise, James figured the three of them would end up dead here if they didn't flee.

"I'm not sure how Mr. Du Wei is doing now. He's been in the hospital for a while and might have already had a direct encounter with these strange corpses," said James with some concern, unable to contact his fellow newcomer Exorcist since his cellphone lost signal.

Hearing this, Harry following behind him spoke with a complex tone, "The Evil Spirits in his house aren't any simple matter. A man who could survive up to now, how could he possibly die at the hands of these corpses."

Homier at his side nodded in agreement and said, "Indeed, Mr. Du Wei gives me a very mysterious feeling. He is calmer than all of us, and to be honest, I'm a bit scared of this man."

James shook his head and said, "He is our companion and there's nothing to be afraid of. Besides, after this matter is resolved, you and Harry will both be based in New York. Having a good relationship with him will be helpful to you."

...

17:50.

The torrential rain continued to fall, and with an even stronger force, deep puddles had formed on the roads within Hill Psychiatric Hospital.

Clearly, the drainage here was not well-implemented.

Standing under a clock tower building with distinctive church-style architecture, Du Wei stared expressionlessly at the entrance door.

The door was tall, about four meters high, carved with angels and crowns of thorns among other patterns.

In the torrential rain, no matter how one looked at it, the door seemed eerie.

Actually, he had been standing at the entrance for several minutes now. The reason he had not gone in was that at this moment, under the state of Spirit Vision, he saw a vision of his own death again.

It was somewhat different from before.

This time, the vision Du Wei saw was more like a warning.

He saw that the moment he pushed the door open and stepped inside, his head simply fell off, blood gushing out, and the expression on his face hadn't even had the time to register the shock, unnervingly tranquil.

"Is there an Evil Spirit in the bell tower? Will I die instantly just by pushing the door open? Is there no way to solve this?"

He silently said to himself and his thoughts began to whirl.

In fact, up until now, he had very little understanding of the ability to see visions of future death.

The only thing he somewhat understood was that this ability was probably related to the Antique Clock.

It seemed to be a kind of aberration of the Spirit Vision state, but it was completely beyond Du Wei's control.
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However, every time this situation occurred, it was generally when Du Wei was on the brink of certain death.

"This is strange..."

He felt puzzled. Although it seemed inevitable to die just by opening the door and walking in, avoiding it was incredibly simple—just don't go in.

But to have a vision of death because of this, wasn't it a bit too luxurious...

Indeed.

Up until now, he had seen visions of death three times, two of which were related to himself and one to Alex.

But no matter what, each vision he saw was extremely dangerous, and he could even deduce some patterns or information from them.

But this time, besides the great danger inside the bell tower and certain death upon entering, he could discern nothing else.

However, at this moment, Du Wei furrowed his brow as he noticed something.

Under the state of Spirit Vision, the vision of his death had not yet ended.

In the vision, the door opened, and his body lay on the ground, with his head fallen at the side, blood staining everything.

But after a little while, his body suddenly shuddered.

The displaced head also had a strange expression, revealing a sinister smile.

Suddenly, the body stood up, picked up the head with his right hand, and calmly returned it to its original place.

Then, the entire person's demeanor changed instantly, chillingly cold, as if he had become a completely different person.

Then, stiffly and step by step, he entered the clock tower building.

In the last moment of the vision of death, Du Wei saw that his body arrived in front of a veiled painting and uncovered it.

The portrait of a nun, vivid on the canvas.

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