Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Deep, dark...

For humans, seeing objects clearly in the dark is a very difficult task.

Even in Spirit Vision mode, it can only function when there's an anomaly.

Simply put.

That is, if there's an Evil Spirit...

But to an Evil Spirit.

What is darkness?

An obstruction to vision?

Nonexistent...

The Envelope moved forward towards the cavern beneath the grave.

It remembered the mission its master Du Wei had arranged, silently calculating the distance from above to the bottom.

Five meters...

Afterward, the Envelope truly entered a very large underground space that was elliptical in shape.

And it continued to extend forward, with no signs of a crypt's features in sight.

Instead of saying there's a tomb below,

it's better to say it's an underground cavern.

The Envelope couldn't help but contemplate within, "Is there something wrong with this place? It doesn't look like Carlos's crypt, and where's the danger? The Evil Spirit?"

"Without the Evil Spirit, wouldn't I, the Envelope, fail to show my loyalty with the Joker Card and dice given by my master?"

It felt that among Du Wei's followers, it had the highest intelligence.

Shadows are just garbage.

Pennywise might barely be worth mentioning alongside it, but that entity simply courts death too much.

Therefore, now was an excellent opportunity to perform.

"I must improve my standing in my master's eyes, otherwise, I always feel like I could be discarded by my master as a one-time-use item."

At this time,

the Envelope also drifted further into the depths of the underground cavern.

Suddenly...

Booming sound.

Flames burst out all around.

Each flame was suspended on the walls.

The Envelope trembled inexplicably.

It remembered the terrifying experience of being burned by that Evil Spirit's lighter.

"What's going on? Why did flames suddenly light up? I, the Envelope, haven't done anything!"

For a moment,

The Envelope stopped and text kept appearing on the paper surface, recording everything that happened, and then vanished again.

It was exploring the underground cavern in its own way.

The surrounding flames dispersed the darkness.

On the damp ground, a faint mist began to emerge.

The Envelope instinctively felt an indescribable terror.

As if there was a horrifying presence in an unseen place, staring at it.

Immediately, a line of text appeared on the paper.

"Five minutes earlier, the Envelope, following its master's order, entered the grave robbers' hole, only to find there was no crypt, but a huge underground space, and in the darkness, something has set its sights on the Envelope."

"It's a very terrifying existence, even more dreadful than Pennywise, whom the master had killed."

"But now, the Envelope must continue moving forward, clearing all obstacles for its master, and bring back his scale."

Yes...

The Envelope had already embraced the full realization of being a lackey.

What the master desired was certainly the master's.

As for the original owner, just kill them off.

After all, they are the villains.

And so, the Envelope pressed on.

But soon, after entering deeper into the cavern, the Envelope felt panic.

An unfounded panic.

It was as if life had no control over itself.

The shadow of death enveloped it.

"This place is not right, and the stone walls deep in the cave... what the hell are all these things drawn here..."

On the stone walls.

There were many carvings, depicting a multitude of bizarre entities, but none related to Count Carlos.

Among them, the most conspicuous.

Was a three-meter-tall door-shaped relief.

Although the carving was very rough, the details were precisely executed, and in the gaps of the door, a pair of hands was carved, reaching out as if trying to open the door from the inside.

This scene was very reminiscent of the Joker Card, which once had such imagery on its face.

A golden and splendid palace, sealed by a door.

The edges of the door were lined with countless decaying arms, fingers clutching tightly onto the sides of the door.

Sinister and eerie.

Envelope had once entered Hell's Gate with Matthew.

Although its role at the time was minuscule.

But its impact on such a thing as Hell's Gate was profound.

"This sculpture of the door is clearly Hell's Gate. Why would there be such a thing in Carlos's tomb? Could it be that what's written on the back of the Human Skin Map is true, that he really returned from hell, bringing back the scales?"

"Let's explore further inside; this information must be very important to the master. To become the top henchman, I, Envelope, must make the master take a second look at me."

After making up its mind.

Envelope quickly floated deeper into the cave.

But the deeper it went, the more panicked it felt.

Because the patterns carved on the stone walls were getting more and more absurd.

All were images of Hell's Gate.

The difference was, at first it was only a pair of hands in the gap of the door, but as it went further, there were more and more.

Even when Envelope reached the central area, it saw that the relief images had changed to show the doors being opened and something eerie coming out from within.

The reason it was described as "something" rather than a person.

Was because none of those things had any resemblance to humans.

There were lone existing eyes.

There were beasts with only half a body, and there were strange things that looked like giant squid from the deep sea, with mouths full of sharp teeth, terrifying and evil.

Suddenly...

Envelope noticed a relief above its head, carved with a stone coffin, and a man wearing a mask standing in front of it, head bowed as if in deep thought.

Furthermore, one of the man's hands was holding another mask.

"A person from the Vanity Sect?"

It made the judgment.

But if Du Wei were here, he probably wouldn't think so; he might think this man was the creator, the one who made a pact with the Wittebach family and foretold prophecies.

Envelope continued to look past.

Then, it had a sudden realization...

The combination of reliefs above its head solved its doubts.

The man with the mask put a corpse into the coffin and led many people to build this underground cave and have these reliefs carved.

"So it really is a tomb, possibly the work of the Vanity Sect. But why would the masked man create so many strange things, and is the person he put into the coffin the bisexual Count Carlos?"

"Something feels off..."

But just as these thoughts emerged.

The depictions of Hell's Gate on the stone walls began to creak open...

Inside the whole cave tunnel, all seventy-two Hell's Gates began to emit black fog.

And from the fog, arms rotted to the bone reached out.

In the blink of an eye, the surrounding scene changed drastically.

This seemed to be a defense mechanism left by the creators of the tomb, now fully activated by Envelope's intrusion.

But Envelope was disdainful.

"Is this all?"

In an instant, a dice was "spat" out by it, beginning to spin in mid-air.

"6...6...6... I need a 6!"