Exorcist’s Self-Cultivation

Killing a hunter was much easier than killing an Evil Spirit.

A handgun, a single bullet was all it took.

Dong…

When Du Wei fired at Hannibal in the mirror, the scene that unfolded was unnaturally eerie, defying all conventional understanding.

The entire surface of the mirror rippled like the surface of a lake from the point where the bullet had struck.

Waves reverberated within the mirror.

The bullet went straight through Hannibal’s head.

The latter, with a smile on his face, seemed frozen, as if he had not even had time to react.

His death was simple…

…

In the mirror.

After Du Wei shot at the mirror, he suddenly turned his head and looked behind him.

Behind him,

Hannibal stood unscathed, as if everything that happened outside the mirror was just an illusion.

His smile remained, intently watching the mirror in Du Wei’s hands.

Seeing this,

Du Wei felt a slight regret, “It seems that in the moment the Evil Spirit attacked you, you were also pulled into the mirror.”

Hannibal replied with a smile, “Yes, you’ve only shot a reflection, so now the game is fair.”

Du Wei said calmly, “Fair? I don’t think so.”

Having said that,

he pointed to a red balloon floating in the sky.

The balloon was now much larger than before, a bright red all over, looking as though it was smeared with a layer of blood.

Pennywise had become stronger…

But it was intentional.

For Du Wei, he was Pennywise’s nemesis, able to restore Pennywise’s power infinitely just by applying psychological suggestions to himself, even making it stronger than before.

But as soon as he wished, Pennywise could be beaten back to its original form.

In dealing with Hannibal, he also had to be prepared for anything.

First, drive out the Mirror Evil Spirit.

And what is the method to force out an Evil Spirit?

The answer is to shove a nasty guest into its home.

Hannibal was unaware of Du Wei’s plan, and as he observed Pennywise in the sky, his expression grew intrigued, “You actually carry an Evil Spirit with you? Aren’t you afraid of going too far?”

Du Wei’s face was somewhat pale, but he had no intention of answering Hannibal, instead firing another shot.

This shot, once again penetrated Hannibal’s head, spewing a large amount of blood.

This time, he was no longer just a reflection but a living person.

What astonished Du Wei was,

the smile on Hannibal’s face did not change at all, he even took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the blood trickling down his forehead as if he couldn’t feel any pain.

“I know you want to kill me, and I know you are absolutely confident, but I’m still willing to play this game with you,”

“Because, you can’t possibly kill me.”

“So, my kind, I also feel this game is not fair.”

Hannibal revealed a bloodthirsty smile and lunged at Du Wei.

“Come, let me help you take off the mask and show you the real you.”

From the very beginning,

Hannibal didn’t care whether Du Wei wanted to kill him, he just found the game interesting, and saw it as a chance to awaken his own kind.

Death?

It was just a boring word.

Seeing this, Du Wei immediately took a step back.

At the same time, he put on a new mask, and his shadow seemed to come to life, cloaking his figure.

Terrible malice was unleashed without restraint.

Hannibal paused, a strange gleam flashing in his eyes.

“It’s truly amusing, my kin, that you carry so many Evil Spirits with you. Do you have a third one?”

The next second.

Du Wei answered with his actions.

As he retreated, he took out the Joker Card that could grant wishes and said coldly, “Before I leave the mirror, every time I flip a coin, it will turn up heads.”

On the surface of the card.

The figure wearing a tailcoat had already changed from before, now identical to the new mask he was wearing.

It too was enveloped in a shell of shadows.

In other words, the true wisher was the shadow.

This was both a disguise and a deception.

Seeing this, Hannibal incredulously said, “The JOKER card? How did you come to possess that thing?”

He added, “You killed the hunter from Dusk Bell, so the other card should also be in your possession, Evil Spirit… But it’s useless against me, you can’t kill me.”

Du Wei ignored him, stuffing the Joker Card into his pocket while casually pulling out a silver coin with his left hand.

“Undying Body is only because you haven’t found the right method yet.”

Du Wei’s voice was indifferent, watching Hannibal continue to lunge at him, he suddenly stopped.

Ding…

He flicked the coin with his thumb forcefully, and as the nail touched the coin, a clear sound rang out.

When it landed, it was heads up.

Luck had arrived…

Then, Du Wei rushed towards Hannibal, pulling the trigger once more.

Thud…

The bullet hit Hannibal in the chest.

His face changed, he clutched his chest and drew a sharp breath, blood also spilling from his mouth.

The previous bullets indeed could not kill him.

Even if he were dismembered and completely burned to ashes, he could resurrect.

Because physical damage does not affect an Evil Spirit.

Hannibal had consumed three Evil Spirits, and as long as the Evil Spirits were not killed, he was utterly an Undying Body.

Absolute idealism.

Yet, this shot shattered his belief.

Hannibal could feel that he was truly injured.

He suddenly blinked, pretending as if nothing had happened.

His tone was also very deep, “This is useless against me.”

Du Wei did not reply, but pulled the trigger again.

If language does not serve to lead the other party on or to achieve a certain goal, then all of it is meaningless.

Hannibal instinctively turned his head, yet that caused this shot to blast his ear, turning his whole right ear to shreds.

Conviction does not mean pain can be ignored.

Hannibal dared not linger, turning around and running without hesitation, with Du Wei in close pursuit.

Since the plan had already begun, there was no possibility of stopping.

Hannibal had to die…

High in the sky.

The red balloon grew larger and larger, and within it, a Clown-like monster let out creepy laughter, heh heh heh.

It loomed above, watching the two hunters running wildly one after the other, its body becoming more substantial.

Its yellowing eyes, like those of a beast, were cruel and cold.

The entire red balloon, within the world of the mirror, emitted a bizarre aura like the sun.

In the air, each breath seemed to inhale elements of fear.

One after another, Evil Spirits and the horrors one could think of appeared continuously.

There was Annabelle, the shadow, the nun, the Evil Spirit Squad, and even Mary Shaw had appeared at some point silently.

Pennywise could create counterfeit horrors thus making people even more fearful of it.

Apart from the power, these counterfeits were enough to be mistaken for the real thing.

However, for some reason, it notably did not create the Evil Spirit Du Wei…

Perhaps it was afraid of being crushed…

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