Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

After bidding farewell to Officer Tom, Du Wei downloaded a copy of the surveillance video from his phone and instructed the other party to delete the original video.

The Evil Spirit is contagious. In a sense, as long as the absolute conditions are met, anyone could be targeted and killed by it.

Though Du Wei felt that the Evil Spirit related to the Veda Sect seemed to only go after people who looked like him, he didn't rule out the possibility of it shifting its target.

Unless utterly powerless, one must always be prepared.

As he walked, he lit a cigarette for himself, "If people from the Veda Sect come to the clinic again tonight, I probably won't have to worry about these cultists for a long time."

"Or if I can find out their current location, then I could send them a little 'express delivery' ahead of time."

He was referring to the photo of the shadow.

However, Du Wei knew that all he needed to do now was to wait quietly.

Dealing with the Evil Spirit, the people of the Veda Sect wouldn't sit idly by. According to the behavior of these fanatics, they would surely appear again.

The Veda Sect lurks in the shadows, this move is like that of hunter and prey.

First, it was Roy, then those four heads. The conflicts they had with Du Wei, whether indirect or direct, weren't new.

But previously, he was busy resolving the curse on him and didn't have the time to deal with these cultists.

Now, however, things are different.

The curse on him doesn't need immediate attention, and dealing with the threat of the Evil Spirit Transformation will take some time to address.

Uh-huh... He now has all the time he needs to concoct a plan against these cultists.

And when that time comes, it will be Du Wei's turn to make a move.

As for how to deal with that Evil Spirit, Du Wei already had a plan in mind.

Though it was unclear what its mechanism for killing was, it appeared that it could spread through videos. It was just uncertain whether it was limited to him.

Uh-huh... He planned to watch the surveillance video at home, over and over, signaling his location to the Evil Spirit.

Once it entered his home, it wouldn't be up to the spirit anymore.

...

The coffee shop and the psychological clinic were on the same street.

A few minutes later, carrying his bag, Du Wei arrived at his doorstep.

The storage cabinet was properly placed, and the neighbor's house didn't have any black sedans parked by it.

Uh-huh... speaking of cars.

After the fire at the psychiatric hospital, according to Officer Tom, his Subaru had been parked too close and got burned down to just the frame by the big fire.

Meaning, he would have to find time to buy another car.

Du Wei sighed. Had he known this would happen, he should have thrown the car keys to James and the others, letting them move the car for him.

He was a bit short on money right now...

Returning his gaze to his front door, Du Wei habitually entered the Spirit Vision state for a quick scan. As before, he could feel the faint eerie sensation from inside the clinic.

However, relative to before, it was much quieter. The Evil Spirit didn't like the day; it became active only at night.

But now, the balance in his house had been reestablished, and there shouldn't be any issues for the time being.

Everything was ordinary. The storage cabinet by the front door held some letters, including responses mailed from previous patients, as well as utility and water bills for the house.

Du Wei took those letters out, wiped off the water stains on the cabinet's sign, which read — "Not home long-term: please drop packages and letters inside, do not stuff in the door crack to avoid disturbance."

Then he took out his house keys, opened the door, and went inside.

Upon entering,

he caught a faint smell of mold, due to the doors and windows being closed all the time, with no ventilation.

But mingled with it was a barely discernible scent of blood.

It seemed to have been there for a while, but was almost entirely dissipated.

At the psychiatric hospital, he showed the photo of the shadow to Director Taylor. The man had died in a manner akin to a wrung towel, death couldn't be more definitive, and according to the habit of the shadow, it would have taken the head back with it.

Suddenly...

With a bang, the door behind him slammed shut.

In a corner where the light didn't reach, a shadow slowly spread.

In the Spirit Vision state, Du Wei clearly saw the presence of the shadow. It was glaring at him with unabashed malice filling the room.

On the wall, inside the framed cabinet, Annabelle also trembled and twisted her head to look over.

As for the Antique Clock, it continued as usual, its hands overlapped, ticking mechanically and regularly.

Without paying much attention to the shadow, Du Wei glanced at it and walked straight toward the staircase.

The scent of blood was coming from the second floor.

Behind him, a dark shadow stared at Du Wei's retreating figure, shuddered, but still chose not to make a move.

Annabelle also regained tranquility, though her doll body, which had been forcibly stuffed back by the Evil Spirit Du Wei, had become somewhat deformed. Suddenly, it stretched out a little and lay quietly inside.

It was as if the return of Du Wei had restored some of its power.

As for the woman's face, it had died in the Evil Spirit Du Wei's face-swapping mechanism.

The same old saying, it was too weak…

...

Tap tap tap…

Footsteps sounded.

Du Wei ascended the stairs, and at the corner of the second floor, right opposite the restroom, lay a head covered in bloodstains, motionless.

The bloodstains had completely coagulated by now, but one could still vaguely make out the visage of Mrs. Taylor, the director.

"Need to find some time to dispose of all these heads…"

Du Wei's tone was somewhat strange, he suddenly had the illusion that he was involuntarily labeled with a collector's tag.

From the Evil Spirit to the heads, the strange things in his house were accumulating. If it continued like this, he might need to prepare a separate empty room to store these mediums of the Evil Spirit.

...

Evening.

Officer Tom drove to the Red Light District.
Experience tales at empire

His subordinates had already deployed and were only waiting for his arrival to commence the operation.

It's worth mentioning that the Red Light District was located in the street just behind his home.

As he passed his house, he unconsciously slowed down the car and glanced up at the third-floor window of his neighbor's home, where the beautiful neighbor, as usual, stood by the window.

He couldn't help but brake and rolled down the window, smiling at the other party.

In recent days, whenever he returned home from work, he could see the beautiful neighbor standing at the third-floor window, gazing at him tenderly.

Although he didn't know the neighbor, they had bumped into each other several times and her figure and appearance very much suited his taste.

Thus, Tom felt sure she was definitely interested in him.

But at this moment, the woman at the third-floor window suddenly seemed to lose strength, leaning forward, her head slamming against the window pane, then she collapsed heavily backward.

The smile on Tom's face froze…

"What the fuck?"

...

By now, night had quietly fallen.

Inside the psychotherapy clinic.

Du Wei had just finished cleaning up the bloodstains left by the head and entered the restroom.

Inside the restroom, the mirror was completely shattered, and fragments scattered everywhere on the floor.

Frowning, he turned on the faucet, and the clear water slowly began to fill up.

After freshening up, Du Wei let out a long breath.

The contest with the Evil Spirit Du Wei had occurred two days ago, but for him, only a day had passed.

Now without a mirror, he couldn't see his own face, but he figured he must look quite refreshed.

"It's time to begin…"

The expression slowly faded from his face, returning to that immensely calm demeanor.

Whenever he made contact with the Evil Spirit, he had to be careful and cautious, maintaining a calm and rational state at all times, controlling his emotions.

Fear, terror, all negative emotions became nourishment for the Evil Spirit.

...

19:21.

On the first floor of the clinic.

Du Wei sat on the sofa, his eyes reflecting the surveillance video on the phone screen.

He had watched it over ten times. Each time he finished, the last frame showing eyes being plucked out made the gaunt face appear more and more sinister.

As the progress bar jumped to the end once again, Du Wei distinctly saw a strange smile appear on that face.

The black-and-white video flickered, the background turned snowy, as if the phone had broken, making that face even more terrifying.

The Evil Spirit in the video opened its mouth wide at Du Wei, whispering with each movement. From the phone came a chilling voice.

"I'm coming in…"