Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

"Du the Devil, you're planning to drag all those hundred Evil Spirits into your dreams right under the watch of those two Strangeness?"

Freddy broke down, "And one of those Strangeness is that bus..."

"I definitely don't want to be targeted by it."

Du Wei ignored Freddy's reference to him and frowned, "What about that bus? Isn't it just a Strangeness? Are you that afraid of it?"

Clenching his teeth, Freddy said, "That bus, Ryan Hamel once told me, has been around for a very long time, as if it's related to some unknown entity."

"It can't be destroyed, and what's most disgusting is that once you become an Evil Spirit Driver for it, you're forever its Puppet, which is worse than death."

Hearing this.

Du Wei couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Ever since he encountered the bus, he felt there was something off about it.

Picking up and dropping off Evil Spirits at regular intervals, appearing whenever there's rain in a city.

All these behaviors had already defied common sense.

Now, hearing from Freddy that this ghostly thing has existed for a long time and is even related to some unknown entity made him wonder.

Buses were a relatively modern invention.

In the long stretch of the past, it would have been impossible for such a product defying cognition to appear.

"Who created it?"

"Could it be His Excellency the Duke?"

When mentioning His Excellency the Duke, Du Wei touched his own face, then dismissed the thought.

"Absolutely impossible..."

To create a bus in the past and turn it into a Strangeness was sheer fantasy.

"There must be some truth I haven't yet discovered."

Du Wei told himself, "Sooner or later, I will figure everything out."

Pushing aside the thoughts at the bottom of his heart.

Du Wei looked at Freddy with indifference: "So, can you do it or not?"

If it dared to refuse, he would immediately activate the contingency he had set during their initial deal.

With gritted teeth and red eyes, Freddy said, "As long as you give me a release, I'm willing to do anything, not just two Strangeness, even if there were ten, I would drag those Evil Spirits into your dreams."

The truth is.

As a Nightmare Evil Spirit, Freddy had hit nothing but walls since encountering Du Wei.

Unable to exert its full strength.

Although it was supposed to be hiding in dreams, manipulating everything with terror, it was nearly driven to madness.

If Du Wei hadn't called it out today.

It would have forgotten its identity as a Nightmare Evil Spirit.

At the same time, Freddy was also secretly thinking: "This Du the Devil, never reasonable, mean and sly. Though I trust him, I always feel like he's trying to trap me."

"But I don't dare to defy him, so what should I do?"

As Freddy thought, an idea formed in its mind.

"If I drag all those Evil Spirits into Du the Devil's dreams, the two Strangeness will surely go mad. I dare not touch the bus, but that Horror House seems newly born, it probably won't turn me into a Puppet."

"Dying at someone's hand is still dying."

"I might as well choose my own way to die."

Only the heavens knew how deep a shadow Du Wei cast over Freddy.

It was so determined to die it still wouldn't dare go against Du Wei's will.

On the side.

Du Wei noticed the flickering uncertainty in Freddy's eyes.

Although he didn't know what this ghost thing planned to do.

A sense of vigilance arose in his heart.

In this world.

The only Evil Spirit Du Wei could fully trust was the shadow.

Uh ...

Perhaps the Envelope could count as half.

"It's all up to you."

Du Wei gave Freddy an encouraging look and casually patted its shoulder.

Right Hand, the pattern of the pointer slowly disappeared.

Mark successful...

Freddy couldn't understand at all; it said with a resolute tone, "Du the Devil, rest easy, I'm going up right now!"

After speaking, it disappeared.

However, Du Wei's expression instantly turned cold.

In his pocket, the Envelope quietly watched everything unfold, with a line of text materializing on the paper.

[I thought I, the Envelope, had a new competitor, but who would have thought this Freddy turned out to be a dumbass. What was it thinking? My master is a villain!]

[Talk of liberation, with my, the Envelope's, understanding of my master, even if Freddy gets squeezed dry into a useless thing, my master can find a way to use the waste.]

[It's really making the Envelope die of laughter.]

...

Outside.

The bus and the Horror House were still in a standoff.

The two entities hadn't noticed Du Wei had been hiding behind the painting's doorway this entire time, observing them.

The bus kept flashing its lights at the school's entrance.

It was urging the Evil Spirits to get on.

This would increase its advantage, perhaps give it an edge in the confrontation with the Horror House.

But the Horror House above the school was not willing to fall behind.

It firmly held everything in place.

It would not let go, dead set.

The city reflection was its doing, and as for the Evil Spirits in the school, although stolen by it, it was not about to give them up.

The air was incredibly tense.

This reflected city had become the battlefield of the two entities.

Although invisible to the naked eye.

Invisibly, the two entities were like engaged in a tug-of-war, neither willing to back down.

However, just at that moment.

Suddenly…

The bus's lights went out, and its horn honked once.

In the darkness, the sound of the horn seemed very abrupt.

The Horror House, too, trembled, and a cold chill descended, oppressively filling the air.

The two entities grew restless…

Because they realized that the hundreds of student Evil Spirits who had just been standing at the school entrance had all vanished without a trace.

In their place stood a Nightmare Evil Spirit named Freddy, wearing a brightly colored sweater, with skin that looked like it had been burned, and its Right Hand like sharp steel claws.

At that moment, Freddy was laughing madly.

"Yes, it was me who did it; I've sent all those Evil Spirits into Du the Devil's dreams. You must really want to kill me…"

"Come on… I've been sick of living for a long time."

The bus went silent for a second, then brutally smashed through the school's entrance fence, charging towards Freddy.

But Freddy just sneered.

"I, Freddy, would rather die than become your Puppet."

"I want to choose my own way to die."

Having said that, Freddy lunged towards the falling Horror House with a content smile.

"Du the Devil, and Ryan, the nutcase, I, Freddy, am liberated, hahahaha!"

But then.

It couldn't laugh anymore.

Because it saw that inside the Horror House, there were many Evil Spirits hidden, their gazes filled with undisguised malice.

But that wasn't the main issue.

The main issue was that their malicious intents were completely aligned.

"Fuck! This damned Horror House, how could it also turn Evil Spirits into Puppets!"

"Du the Devil, you're underhanded!"

Freddy, frightened, immediately turned tail to flee, trying to escape the Horror House's range.

But it had just been so eager for a liberation.

So much so that it was solidly locked onto by the furiously enraged Horror House.

Any second now, it was about to be taken up and added as a new feature for the Horror House's insidious design.

"I was wrong! Du the Devil, Daddy Ryan, save me…"