Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Du Wei arrived quickly and left just as quickly.

He had done what he needed to do for the time being, and what remained was to deal with his own issues.

However, inside the reception room of the church,

Tom's expression looked a bit strange.

Just now, before Du Wei left, he had used the Joker Card to make a wish to recover his human capabilities.

And now, he felt alive again.

"I thought it would take a long time to take effect. My good brother made it sound so serious, all that talk about a price to pay. I think he was just bluffing me."

Tom was smug, his face glowing with pride.

At this moment, he couldn't help but feel an urge to strut around the Red Light District.

Standing next to him, Father Tony said, "Mr. Du Wei wouldn't deceive you. If he said there would be a price, there will definitely be a price."

Tom disdainfully replied, "Du Wei? My good brother? Does he know as much about these matters as I do? He's never even been to the Red Light District! I'm the master in this area."

While speaking, Tom bragged to Father Tony again, "Don't forget, you're over sixty and still able to strut around the Red Light District, all thanks to the skills I taught you."

Father Tony's face turned red, "Indeed, you are the master in this area. I was overthinking it."

Tom said with a lecherous grin, "How about hitting the Red Light District tonight? My treat, let's call ten beauties each! No! Twenty!"

Father Tony exclaimed in surprise, "Are we going that big?"

Tom proudly stated, "Have you forgotten? Last week, I led people to crack down on the Red Light District. Those people bribed me with a lot of money. We can play however we want."

Father Tony hesitated, "But last time, we almost got..."

He was still anxious recalling last time when, after drinking too much, they ended up in a bar full of men.

Tom also subconsciously tightened his buttocks, "You sound somewhat reasonable. How about this... let's just call for room service."

Father Tony agreed, "I think that's a good idea. Remember to call me a divorced woman; I don't like those who haven't been married."

Tom patted his shoulder and declared, "That's no problem at all. I, Tom, hereby announce that our Red Light District War God Combo is officially back in action."

As he spoke, Tom seemed to remember something.

His tone suddenly became a bit peculiar, "Wait, go outside for a moment. I suddenly feel something's not quite right. Go outside for a while; I need to check something."

Father Tony nodded understandingly, "There's no password on my computer; feel free to use it."

Tom waved his hand, "Just get out, no more talk."

Father Tony had to turn around and leave, revealing an expression that all men would understand.

After he left,

Tom couldn't wait to sit down in front of the computer and opened the browser.

Not much later,

However...

One minute...

Two minutes...

Three minutes passed,

"I can't do it; I need to calm down!"

But the meaning was completely different now.

Tom's eyes were red, tears streamed down his face as he said in anguish, "As long as I recover quickly, I suppose I could accept it."

"But why do I feel like crying..."

"Voodoo Cult, you wait for me, I'm going to fight you to the death!"

...

Elsewhere,

After leaving the church, Du Wei hurried home.

About fifteen minutes later, he arrived at his front door.

This was a villa located in the center of the city.

It was also his private space.

Out of habit,

Du Wei did not immediately open the door, but instead entered Spirit Vision to take a glance.

Under Spirit Vision,

The whole villa felt very quiet to him.

There was not a single anomaly.

Unlike the previous psychological counseling clinic that had been destroyed by an earthquake, because at that time, Du Wei could sense the entire house transforming towards some eerie direction.

But now, the villa seemed perfectly normal.

It appeared that, during his absence, the Antique Clock hadn't done anything.

"This makes me a bit uncomfortable,"

whispered Du Wei as he took out his keys and unlocked the door.

Creak...

The sound of the door opening echoed.

Inside, the Antique Clock was still hanging on the living room wall, its overlapping hands mechanically moving, creating a ticking sound.

Next to it, in the display cabinet, was Annabelle.

But previously, the glass of this cabinet had shattered.

Du Wei didn't know this, but after he entered the house, his gaze lingered on Annabelle for a while.

Annabelle showed no reaction.

But Du Wei's eyes looked somewhat strange, "Aren't you afraid of me anymore?"

His voice was odd.

At the same time, he slowly walked towards Annabelle.

The latter immediately turned her head and looked at Du Wei.

The Evil Spirit Doll seemed to tremble as if it had recalled something.

Just like how it acted before.

But Du Wei simply pulled out his Flintlock Gun and said indifferently, "Too fake, your fear of me doesn't need reminding."

"When I triggered the Mark before, you rushed at me like you were insane, not as if you wanted to attack me, but as though you were scared."

"This isn't the first time something like this has happened, and I see no issue with it, but your behavior now..."

With that, Du Wei raised the Flintlock Gun towards Annabelle in the display cabinet, "It's hard for me to feel at ease..."

All along.

He had never let his guard down.

Even with the shadow figures, Du Wei was always on alert.

And even more so with Annabelle being locked inside the display cabinet.

The Evil Spirit Doll wasn't serving much of a purpose for Du Wei now.

Simplifying it, its value for use was not high.

If it posed a problem, Du Wei would rather eliminate it rather than leave behind a threat.

Inside the display cabinet, Annabelle trembled wildly and banged against the glass door of the cabinet.

It seemed identical to before.

But Du Wei didn't believe it for a second, his fingers tensing on the trigger, ready to fire.

However, just as he was about to press it down completely.

Du Wei suddenly turned the barrel of the gun towards the Antique Clock...

Bang!

A wisp of smoke lingered...

But, the shot was ineffective.

Tick...

The overlapping hands moved up a notch.

A bullet hung in the air in front of the Antique Clock, just ten centimeters shy from hitting its mark.

Suddenly,

the hands reversed direction.

And that's when the strange event occurred...

The hanging bullet, as if time was reversing, followed its trajectory back into the Flintlock Gun, and the lingering wisp of smoke also rapidly contracted.

At the same time, an extremely terrifying aura began to spread throughout the room...