Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

In the room, the Evil Spirit stared intently at Du Wei, its eyes filled with undisguised malice.

Behind it, a vast shadow covered it, accompanied by an unusual sound that resembled objects falling to the ground.

Du Wei knew clearly, it was those strange dolls making the noise.

Because after the white cloth used to counter Evil Spirits was draped over the Evil Spirit Doll Annabelle, a particularly malevolent feeling began to emanate.

Clearly, a single white cloth for countering Evil Spirits was not enough to subdue Annabelle, or to say, it was extraordinary, more terrifying, and bizarre.

He locked eyes with the woman inside the door.

Silence prevailed, neither making any other move.

It didn't move, Du Wei didn't move either, just deadlocked like that.

It seemed as if the game of statues was still continuing.

But Du Wei knew it wasn't so, the balance had been broken, and naturally, the rules built upon it could not continue to be effective.

After the balance was disrupted, Annabelle's power took the upper hand.

He reached a conclusion and was also very curious about how the situation would evolve next.

"Will it be eradicated?"

With the current methods, even Du Wei found it difficult to eradicate an Evil Spirit, in most cases he could only analyze the medium and rules, to protect his own safety as much as possible.

Unless absolutely necessary, he would not act without being confident he could handle the situation.

And the known condition was—Evil Spirits could counteract each other.

Soon after, Du Wei was disappointed.

From within the shadows, that Evil Spirit seemed to abandon the thought of continuing the standoff.

Du Wei could only watch calmly as it, with its body eroded by Holy Water and pockmarked to reveal brown bones beneath, slowly retreated into the shadows.

It had left...

"What a pity."

Du Wei felt some regret, if he could have seen an Evil Spirit eradicate another, perhaps he would've found other means to deal with such situations in the future.

Including the curse contracted for reasons unknown, from the nun.

According to Father Tony's own words, the nun's horror was even worse than that of Evil Spirits, and it could even spread in a sickly manner through text, speech, information, cognition, and so forth.

Merely thinking of the name could provoke a response.

All negative emotions, including fear, panic, and the like, became sources of its power.

The Church suspected it was a terrifying existence accidentally encountered by someone and couldn't even confirm whether it was an Evil Spirit, only referring to it as such.

A total of two hundred ordinary people had died at its hands.

The Church had sent six waves of elite Exorcists to combat it, totaling thirteen, including the previous one who had used some unknown method to subjugate it.

From start to finish, Du Wei never let down his guard, always maintained his reason, and completed the transaction with Father Tony, whether it was to investigate that bus or to find Annabelle, all to figure out a way to resolve this problem.

It could be likened to a balance scale.

The Exorcists arriving this week could be considered a weight, and the Evil Spirit Transformation was like adding another weight.

"It's time to leave."

Du Wei exhaled a sigh of turbid air and looked down at Annabelle, wrapped in the white cloth.

He could clearly see its outline.

About forty centimeters in size, with two ponytails, and with disproportionately small limbs.

"It's struggling..."

There was even an invisible force trying to lift the white cloth covering it, and faintly, many human faces could be seen.

So many that it was instinctively unsettling, giving a sense of creeping nausea.

"Seems like there are a lot of souls inside?"

Du Wei was somewhat surprised, yet he also felt his thoughts become clearer.

So many people had died in the Horror House, both visitors and staff, with all these deaths, some abnormal presence was bound to occur.

Now, it appeared that the souls of these deceased were mostly inside Annabelle.

"Given enough time, you might become so dangerous that the entire city would fall."

Du Wei had read about Evil Spirits in a book, which mentioned that dolls, in many cultures, were equated with the eerie.

Some could even attract purely evil Ghosts and Evil Spirits.

And behind him, in the house hidden within the shadows, the noise became louder.

Rustle rustle rustle...

Something was about to come out.

Du Wei glanced behind him and then back at Annabelle.

He took off his backpack, which now contained only half a bottle of Bone Powder and a book about Evil Spirits.

The original two bottles of Holy Water had been used up.

So...

After gazing at the half bottle of Bone Powder for about five seconds, he reached out, took the Bone Powder out, and unscrewed the lid.

"The Church allocates a certain amount of this stuff to Exorcists annually, but sometimes it runs out of stock. It's best used after lighting it up; otherwise, it's only slightly stronger than Holy Water,"

those were Father Tony's exact words.

The next moment.

Du Wei didn't hesitate and directly poured the remaining half bottle of Bone Powder onto the white cloth.

Hiss...

Just like when the Holy Water touched the Evil Spirit, wisps of white smoke, as if corroded by sulfuric acid, immediately began to rise from under the white cloth.

All their faces contorted hideously, mouths agape in silent agony, yet one could imagine the piercing screams.

Then, like leeches encountering salt, all the faces slowly settled, and the bulging white cloth returned to normal.

He knew it was only temporary...

With an expressionless face, Du Wei tightly wrapped up Annabelle, tied a dead knot, and stuffed her into his backpack, zipping it closed.

Then, with the backpack on, he walked toward Ferocious Ghost Street.

Surviving and walking out was all Du Wei wanted to do now.

Catching Annabelle was an accident; although it was successful, it did not make Du Wei feel safe. On the contrary, he felt the sense of a needle-prickling crisis.

Because after capturing Annabelle, the sense of strangeness given by Horror House did not diminish.

The only slight reassurance was that the Evil Spirit Transformation was spreading faster, starting from his right hand.

...

Meanwhile.

The Horror House environment is divided into two levels: above ground and underground.

The above ground is where most of the scary sections are, whilst underground is more rudimentary, only set up with Dead Spirit Doll, Ghost Claiming Lives, and Ferocious Ghost Street.

Among these, Ferocious Ghost Street and the exit are located at the same place.

As long as one crosses through Ferocious Ghost Street to the very end, they can take the elevator back to the surface, and the thrilling adventure of the Horror House would thus conclude.

In Ferocious Ghost Street.

A Caucasian male student in a uniform looked pale, trembling as he watched the buildings on both sides appear in his sight under the gloomy lighting.

"Damn it, how did I end up here, wasn't I walking back..."

Because of extreme nervousness, Bob swallowed hard, his entire demeanor on the verge of collapse.

After Lisa disappeared, and her best friend vanished strangely, Bob realized something was amiss.

He felt that there might be something unclean in this Horror House.

Ghosts... or rather, Evil Spirits...

"I should have listened to that Asian guy..."

Bob muttered in pain.

Facing the gloomy and terrifying Ferocious Ghost Street, Bob felt a sense of despair.

Just now, after he left the Japanese-style haunted house, he immediately ran back, using all his strength.

But when he passed through a shadowy corridor, to his surprise, he didn't find the door he came through but the Ferocious Ghost Street, which was supposed to be on the underground level and the last scare section of the Horror House.

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Bob's face turned exceptionally pale, as if he had lost a lot of blood.

"If I can get out of here, I swear I'll never come to this kind of godforsaken place ever again!!!"

He spoke to himself, his eyes filled with terror as he scanned his surroundings.

"Maybe I should look for the exit elevator, I remember the guide mentioned it's at the very end of Ferocious Ghost Street."

As the name implies, Ferocious Ghost Street is a street haunted by ghosts, straightforward in layout, but mostly cloaked in shadows due to the lighting.

This effect was deliberately created by the staff of the Horror House.

But to Bob, it only made him more fearful, unable to discern his exact location.

Was it the middle?

Or the ends?

He was conflicted, his instincts telling him not to go further, but he also knew that under these circumstances, finding the exit and leaving as soon as possible was the right choice.

However, just then...

He caught sight of a familiar figure through the shadows.

Slender, but seemingly with a twisted foot and moving strangely, it ambled out of the shadows...

"Huh, Lisa...?"