Exorcist’s Self-Cultivation

"Mr. Du Wei, have you discovered something?”

Inside the room, Slivka turned his head to glance at Du Wei, his tone somewhat curious.

He noticed that this man seemed to be looking at the photographs on the wall.

Jon also turned his head, his gaze filled with confusion.

Upon hearing this,

After a moment of thought, Du Wei nodded and said, “I once investigated a bus, you should know about that, right?”

Slivka uttered a sound of acknowledgment, “Yes, it was after that incident that the church decided to include you among the Exorcists.”

Information about Du Wei was always recorded in the church’s internal files.

It wasn’t an exception; in fact, every Exorcist was archived, making it easier to nurture new talent.

Continuing, Du Wei went on, “I once took that bus to a transfer point, which is the school, and Joanna’s classmate in the photo had appeared at that school.”

Slivka frowned and said, “An Evil Spirit?”

With a calm voice, Du Wei replied, “Yes, and its appearance was identical to the one in the photo, which means that the Evil Spirit had already died ten years ago.”

Upon hearing this, Slivka thought hard for a moment before he couldn’t help but shake his head and say, “The church investigated that school afterwards, but couldn’t find the location in reality; it seems as though it doesn’t exist…”

"Alright, we have more important things to do now, that thing is in the basement, come with me.”

Having said that, Slivka walked towards the inside of the house.

While Du Wei followed in silence behind the two.

As he walked,

He thought about the school, as well as the bus incident.

The school didn’t exist in reality, but the Evil Spirits did, and he had once forcibly alighted at a wheat field where the Scarecrow Evil Spirit resided.

A thought vaguely arose in his mind.

If the school didn’t exist, then why did those student Evil Spirits head towards the school? Was it because some secret was hidden there?

Moreover, the bus only appeared on rainy days, and each time it stopped, it moved with a speed that was completely incomprehensible, almost ignoring space itself.

And after alighting, there was also a time difference.

Could it be that many of the bus’s stopping points each time he took it were false, or perhaps they existed in the past, or some special place?

And the Evil Spirits, for some reason, had to ride the bus back to their own place.

If that was the case, his action of forcefully removing the Evil Spirits from the bus seemed to be breaking the rules…

"Luckily, those Evil Spirits are relatively safe for the time being…”

Whispered Du Wei to himself, but then he suddenly recalled the nun he had brought onto the bus…

She was Marilyn Manson’s sister, tainted with the same curse as him, and after dying, became an Evil Spirit.

Latter, she was also killed by him on the bus.

Suddenly…

For some inexplicable reason, Du Wei felt an irritating sensation, as if a cold bucket of water had been dumped inside his mind—an odd feeling without any warning.

Sigh…

He took a deep breath, suppressed the irritation deep within, and forced himself to remain calm.

"It must be because I have lost a Joker Card, and the Masked Evil Spirit was killed.”

The two means of survival, one being assimilated by the Evil Spirit Du Wei, and the other had died at the hands of the Evil Spirit Du Wei.

To be honest,

There was an instinctive sense of identification in Du Wei for the Masked Evil Spirit he had created.

Because he knew that the Masked Evil Spirit had no chance of coming out, it was an item that belonged entirely to him.

Once he put it on, he could wrap himself in the shell of an Evil Spirit, rendering any Evil Spirit that set its sights on him unable to recognize its target and thereby allowing him to escape danger.

"Maybe I should take the chance to create another, more powerful Masked Evil Spirit,” he thought.

A trump card is never too many.

With these thoughts, Du Wei followed Slivka into the cluttered storage room inside the house.

As soon as he entered,

He felt the temperature was a bit on the cool side.

Upon closer inspection, he noticed at the very back of the storage room, there was a small staircase descending downwards.

"It’s down here, once we go down we need to bring that thing out,” said Slivka, casually taking out a flashlight and illuminating the stairs below.

Du Wei was puzzled, “What exactly is that thing? Is it related to the Evil Spirit?”

Jon took out his flashlight and was the first to walk down the stairs, speaking in a grave tone as he did, “It’s a door, which may or may not have something to do with the Evil Spirit.”

This gave Du Wei a strange look in his eyes.

Another door…

He once read an online post about the mysterious disappearance of Roger’s family. Roger was a collector of oil paintings, and the reason for his disappearance was associated with an oil painting named ‘Another Door’.

And that oil painting also came from the Berson Auction House, considered to be in the same category as the mask and the Antique Clock.

Now, that oil painting was stored in the museum of Scolyn City.

Was there a connection between the two?

Thinking of this,

Du Wei narrowed his eyes and entered the third phase of Spirit Vision.

Even without his Evil Spirit Transformation, he could still see more anomalies…

The further they went underground, the more they could feel the cold atmosphere intensifying, and even with flashlights in front and behind, the light sources couldn’t dispel the oppressive feeling around them.

Du Wei, walking behind Jon, acutely noticed that the other person seemed to have also entered Spirit Vision.

However, he didn’t seem overly cautious, probably because he had encountered that door before.

After all, Slivka had previously mentioned that they had gone inside the house and found that door, which was why they had decided to dispose of it.

Soon,

The three of them reached the cellar; the air was murky, and the lighting extremely dim, with very low visibility.

Slivka shone his flashlight forward and immediately a somewhat aged wooden door was revealed in the light.

It was leaning against the wall, with the door frame still in place.

The wooden door seemed to have been there for some time, with peeling paint indicating its age, giving it a mottled appearance.

And in some places, it looked as if it was chopped with an axe, showing signs of damage, but it was not broken.

The whole door was wrapped in rusty chains that ultimately converged at the doorknob, secured by three padlocks as if fearing someone might open it.

Du Wei looked at this wooden door, his gaze becoming somber.

Under the state of Spirit Vision, the oppressive feeling in his heart wasn’t too strong, but inexplicably, there was an urge to break the chains and open the door.

Fortunately, as soon as this thought arose, he immediately snuffed it out.

And Slivka and Jon, standing beside him, were also speaking in a somewhat hoarse voice, “Now, you know why we only let you follow us here, this thing seems to be inducing people to open it, only those with exceptionally strong willpower won’t be affected.”

After pondering for a moment, Du Wei said, “Then why didn’t Joanna’s parents open it before? And why is this door here in the first place?”

Slivka replied, “I can’t answer your first question. As for the second, we suspect it has to do with the Veda Sect.”

"To be precise, it’s the thing they worship, known as Veda…”

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