Rustle…
The sound of a mirror shattering rang in his ears.
The faint moonlight filtered through the clouds, casting mottled patterns on the ground.
Du Wei removed his mask expressionlessly and touched his head.
There was no wound.
But the feeling of having died once left him with lingering fear.
“I admit there was an element of gambling involved, but now I’ve won,” he said.
Du Wei sighed, looking up at the deep sky, his face weary.
Step by step, he walked towards the outskirts of the old district.
Along the way.Every mirror had shattered completely, none intact.
Logically speaking, the Mirror Evil Spirit and the Evil Spirit Du Wei, could not come out again.
Of course…
Du Wei didn’t take Pennywise with him, in that situation, he had neither the opportunity nor the need to take an unrelated Evil Spirit.
This Evil Spirit was not as obedient as the shadow.
At the very least, once the killing mechanism was triggered, it would act without hesitation.
Even faced with the Evil Spirit Du Wei, it was just as headstrong.
“I hope Pennywise and the Evil Spirit Du Wei get along a bit better,” he quipped to himself.
Suddenly, Du Wei made a self-deprecating joke.
To him, this remark was indeed a form of self-mockery.
Pennywise had created those corpses, crossing a line that even Du Wei could not tolerate, regardless of whether he was the instigator.
The Evil Spirit Du Wei probably wanted to tear Pennywise’s heart out.
…
Not long after Du Wei left.
From the shadows of the old district.
A fit of violent coughing erupted.
In the darkness.
An indistinct figure crawled on the ground, struggling mightily to break free.
The bright moonlight shone on his face.
It was Hannibal.
He turned over and lay on the ground, breathing rapidly.
Before being pulled into the mirror, he had left behind a decoy Evil Spirit.
When he was killed by the Evil Spirit Du Wei for the last time, his power was triggered, sacrificing the Evil Spirit outside the mirror while he himself came out of the mirror in advance.
His survival ability was incredibly strong.
But his Evil Spirit Scalpel was lost inside the mirror, becoming the property of the Evil Spirit Du Wei.
However, this didn’t matter to Hannibal.
What mattered was that he had discovered the presence of the Evil Spirit Du Wei.
“Evil Spirit Du Wei… So it was you who I always thought was my fellow, not that man,” he mused.
“Such an irrational existence actually exists in this world.”
Hannibal’s laughter was very deep as he clutched the envelope in his right hand, staring at the words on it, his eyes revealing a strange hue.
A line of text suddenly appeared on the paper.
[Ten minutes ago, Du Wei discovered a certain pattern, survived and left the mirror, while the Evil Spirit Du Wei, along with the Mirror Evil Spirit and another Evil Spirit, were trapped and died inside the mirror.]
“An Evil Spirit with human memories and ways of thinking is unimaginably powerful, and in a certain sense, this is no different from a god,” Hannibal said, squinting his eyes before adding, “It reminds me of the Veda Sect’s bunch of crazy women, their god of worship, it seems somewhat similar to my kind.”
With that.
Hannibal struggled to his feet.
He had lost all interest in Du Wei by now.
Without the Evil Spirit Du Wei, that man was nothing more than a regular hunter to Hannibal, nothing special at all.
Therefore…
His target shifted abruptly towards the Evil Spirit Du Wei.
“Devouring another Evil Spirit of my own kind, the thought alone excites me. It’s a pity that you are too terrifying; I actually developed a fear of you.”
“Perhaps, I should bring the Veda Sect into this, hmm… that’s a good idea.”
…
At this moment,
At a Swiss train station.
James and Coral, the hunter from the Dusk Bell Church, had just left the train station.
Suddenly,
James’s face turned extremely pale, and he stiffly collapsed onto the ground.
A chilling aura emanated from him, and had there been more people outside the train station at this time, it would likely have caused chaos.
Coral cried out in shock when she saw this and hurriedly crouched down to help James up. However, the sight that met her eyes made her gasp in fright.
James’s eyes were wide open, filled with bloodshot veins, his gaze so icy that it caused uncontrollable shivering.
Two streams of fresh blood trickled down from the corners of his eyes.
Coral couldn’t help but immediately let go and step back, her entire being entering into the Evil Spirit Transformation.
Being watched by those eyes of James, she felt a chilling sense of danger, as if she might be killed in the next second.
“Mr. James… you, are you alright…”
Coral’s voice could not hide its trembling. She tried to calm herself down, but couldn’t manage it.
It was an instinctual fear.
Yet James just gave her a cold glance, then suddenly closed his eyes.
When he opened them again, they were filled with savagery.
He held his head with his remaining hand, speaking in great anguish, “I… I’m fine, don’t worry.”
Coral said warily, “You just lost control, your condition is very abnormal.”
James asked with difficulty, “What should I do.”
Coral responded, “We’re going back to the church now, you need a cleansing.”
James painfully nodded.
He wasn’t pretending; he was truly in a great deal of pain. His head was filled with an inexplicable echoing voice, almost whispering, completely inaudible, as though it was coming from a great distance.
Moreover, he felt that voice seemed to be compelling him to do something.
…
Elsewhere.
On a suburban highway in Scolyn City.
Du Wei was driving his McLaren GT towards the nearest motel.
Exhausted, the shadow that had been pressing on his heart dissipated a lot, having shaken off the threat of Evil Spirit Du Wei, he urgently needed rest.
He walked into the motel and after paying the deposit at the front desk, he shouldered his bag and went upstairs.
The room was clean and tidy.
With a creak.
Du Wei shut the door firmly, and the tranquility in the room relaxed his tense spirit. He slumped against the door and slowly sat down.
The floor was cool but solid.
A crunch.
The sound of something breaking came from his backpack.
This made Du Wei’s eyes widen in surprise; he exertively took off his backpack and unzipped it.
There were very few things inside, just two masks.
As for other items, such as the Dagger, Joker Card, lighter, and the Coin, he carried them on his person.
And now,
One of the two masks, the one that represented the masked Evil Spirit Du Wei, was completely shattered.
Du Wei gathered his spirits and thoughtfully reached out to grab a piece, gently crushing it to dust.
“This world has one less Masked Evil Spirit.”
He felt he should smile, but couldn’t make even the slightest expression.
Matching wits and battling with the Evil Spirit within himself sounded very intriguing, but every time he came close to dancing with death, the slightest misstep meant no return.
“Goodbye, evil spirit me…”
“No, it would be better if we never met again, for if there is a next time, I truly don’t know how to deal with you.”
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