Exorcist’s Self-Cultivation

In the passage.

As their gazes met, the starkly different eyes collided, and the atmosphere instantly tensed.

Du Wei’s body was rigid as he calmly stared at the eye peering through the crack.

His left hand had already drawn the Joker Card that could grant wishes, his right hand quietly slipped the gun into his pocket and took out a lighter…

But besides that, he made no rash moves.

He was certain that the creature in the crack was an Evil Spirit, but he didn’t feel a hint of malice from it.

It was as though he and it were not in the same world.

Tap tap tap…

Footsteps rang out again.

The lifeless and cold eye watching Du Wei’s for a moment, hollow and empty, “saw” nothing, so it quickly moved away.

And as it departed, Du Wei caught a glimpse of its back.

It was a girl in a school uniform, walking with stiff, mechanical steps, followed one by one by others that resembled students, as if school had truly just ended.

Phew…

Du Wei exhaled a breath of relief and carefully moved backward, knowing that even if he fired a gun in the passage, the other wouldn’t likely notice. Yet, his caution was undiminished.

By the time he reached the spot where Bishop Slivka lay on the ground, several minutes had passed.

The ground was covered in bloodstains.

Du Wei thought for a moment, then bent down to carry Bishop Slivka on his back.

"I’ve got to get out of this damned place…”

The door, along with the passage, was profoundly shocking to him.

The passageway led to the school, and the door served as a link to open the passage.

Once the door was opened, those Evil Spirits from the school could perhaps come out, see the living, and launch an attack.

But if the door was not opened, they were utterly blind, or rather, as if from another lifetime.

This could be understood as a special mechanism, somewhat similar to the bus and the streets of Massas City, but simpler, more direct, and much more dangerous.

…

Ten minutes later.

In the basement.

Bishop Jon stood in front of the door covered with a white cloth, his hands clasped together, mouthing the words of the Bible, his face filled with worry and exhaustion.

The worry was for Du Wei and Slivka.

The exhaustion arose from his constant resistance to some Strange voice, lest he be tempted to open the door.

This voice was very… eerie.

It arose not audibly, but inside his head, more like information.

If it were an Evil Spirit, that would be fine; Bishop Jon, having reached his position, might not have as much experience in exorcism as frontline exorcists, but his will was resolutely strong.

He would not be influenced by any Evil Spirit.

But these enticing voices could not be ignored and could only be resisted.

Simply put, what he “heard” was the voice one uses when silently reading text in their own mind.

It felt like his own yet unfamiliar, not his own, yet impossibly so…

Bishop Jon wiped the sweat from his forehead, his nerves tightly strung.

He was just about to take a breath when suddenly, a thudding sound came from behind the door.

"It’s Du Wei…”

The voice was muffled…

Jon’s expression changed. He hurried up to the door, struggled to lift one side open.

Upon doing so, he saw Du Wei’s impassive face and behind him, Bishop Slivka covered in blood.

"What happened?”

"He tried to attack me, so I had no choice but to shoot him, but he’s not dead.”

Du Wei’s voice was calm, deliberately conveying a sense of exhaustion and numbness.

His acting was spot on.

In Jon’s eyes, this was the portrayal of a highly responsible Exorcist who, after reluctantly becoming a hunter, still remained firm in his benevolent intentions.

He sighed, hurried to lend a hand, and pulled Slivka out.

Meanwhile, Du Wei restored the door to its original state, blocking the passage behind it.

At the same time, he said in a cold voice, “Now take Slivka to the hospital, then have someone seal off this underground chamber so that no one is allowed in.”

Carrying Slivka on his back, Jon said in a heavy voice, “But we need to take the door with us, such Strangeness cannot be left here.”

Du Wei replied coldly, “But what about after you take the door away? Are you sure it won’t cause any problems?”

Jon fell silent for a moment, then looking at the unconsciously pale Slivka, he bit his lip and said, “I’ll listen to you.”

Only then did Du Wei nod and say, “Let’s leave first, I’ll explain the situation to you after we get out.”

Upon hearing this, Jon felt an immediate clarity in his heart, realizing the gravity of the situation, he hesitated no longer and quickly carried Slivka toward the ground.

Du Wei followed closely with a flashlight in hand.

From beginning to end, neither of them looked back at the door again.

Inside the basement, the silence was frightening, and the air was foul.

When Du Wei, holding the flashlight, ascended the stairs and reached the ground level, the entire basement was thoroughly engulfed by darkness, pitch-black and profound, instilling fear in anyone who beheld it.

…

Outside the building.

The Exorcists, who had been waiting in the rain with their umbrellas, saw Jon carrying Slivka, and their expressions grew solemn.

"Bishop Jon, what happened inside?”

"I’m taking Slivka to the hospital first. You all stay here and wait for Mr. Du Wei’s commands. Take his lead on everything.”

As a bishop, Jon naturally had an authoritative presence over the Exorcists.

The Exorcists naturally did not question him, all nodding towards Du Wei.

At this moment, the rain continued to fall.

After placing Slivka in the car, Jon turned to Du Wei and said, “I will take Slivka to the central hospital. Once you’ve dealt with the matter, remember to come to the hospital and talk to me.”

Du Wei hummed in acknowledgment and said, “Rest assured.”

Jon said no more, quickly closed the car door, and soon drove off, gradually disappearing into the rain.

Meanwhile, Du Wei thought for a moment, then turned to look at the other Exorcists.

Seeing this, the Exorcists instinctively took a step back, their faces showing a peculiar expression.

It was not hostility or dissatisfaction but rather awe.

Clearly, they had guessed Du Wei’s identity as well.

For most people in the church, hunters are mysterious and dangerous beings.

Seeing this scenario.

Du Wei sighed with a hint of helplessness, his voice somewhat hoarse, “You don’t have to fear me. In fact, I am not much different from you now, what we do is to deal with the Evil Spirit.”

His words revealed an inexplicable sadness.

He was still acting…

From the moment Jon and Bishop Slivka reasonably learned that he had become a hunter, he had perfectly grasped the sensitive yet strong mentality of someone who had just become a hunter.

It was not a superfluous act.

Pyschologically, people are naturally inclined to embrace the good and develop empathy.

The Exorcists felt the same way. Hearing Du Wei’s words, they lowered their heads, speaking in a guilty tone, “We’re sorry, Mr. Du Wei, please give us your orders, we will cooperate with you completely.”

They had witnessed firsthand how Du Wei had eliminated the terrifying being known as Mary Shaw.

They could also imagine the great danger Du Wei faced at the time, a danger he seemed to defy.

Someone who faces certain doom yet courageously confronts it is inherently deserving of respect.

Seeing the Exorcists’ reactions, Du Wei nodded and instructed, “Go to the fire department, get some sandbags, and bring them here. I want to completely seal off the underground chamber in this building.”

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