Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 424 - : The Cost of Generating Power for Love

Chapter 424: The Cost of Generating Power for Love

Evil Spirit Du Wei was truly powerful.

In a one-on-one situation, it was no less formidable than either the bus or the Horror House.

Even, if it could assimilate Du Wei’s consciousness and take full control of the body, it might have had some advantage.

But in fact.

This was the price.

After it had been brought out from the world of the Mirror Evil Spirit by the people of the Veda Sect, it did something to the cult.

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Being acknowledged was just a way to delay leaving the body, a method of self-denial.

And those influences, as well as Pennywise, were the reasons why Evil Spirit Du Wei was so powerful.

On the human level, there might not be many hunters who could contend with it.

It was inhuman.

Even if it was unwilling to admit it.

Evil Spirit Du Wei was connected to Pennywise, who in turn was connected to all the people of the Veda Sect.

The relationships between the three were indescribably complex.

It treated Pennywise as a battery, while the people of the Veda Sect were devout believers powered by love.

What those people contributed was fear.

At that moment.

When the Horror House hovered over Evil Spirit Du Wei’s head, immobilized directly by it, that instant.

In this world formed of fear, the red balloon hanging high stopped inflating and suddenly contracted sharply.

It shrank.

The gaze of Evil Spirit Du Wei was very dangerous.

It wanted to deal with the Horror House quickly so it could spare the energy to find another consciousness of its own.

But suddenly.

With a bang.

The already overturned bus flipped back over again.

Just moments before, it had been torn to shreds, its body violently ripped open by a large fissure from Evil Spirit Du Wei’s previous rampage, even the front door had been kicked off, but in the blink of an eye, it was restored to its original condition.

It was like a salted fish turning over.

The gambling game had indeed finished, but the bus was resurrected once more.

Evil Spirit Du Wei said with revulsion, “Disgusting.”

Then, it spread open its right hand and pushed upwards.

Suddenly.

The entire Horror House was lifted up.

It had the ability to manipulate objects through the air and could immobilize Evil Spirits; coupled with the face-swapping mechanism, the gambling ability obtained by assimilating the Joker Card, and the ability to create a world of fear by assimilating the Mirror Evil Spirit.

In a certain sense, it was perfect.

But now, it was trying to escape.

Continuously fighting against the two oddities was laborious and thankless.

The main concern was that the “battery” could not be completely used up.

In an instant, the figure of Evil Spirit Du Wei twisted and broke free from the range of the Horror House.

It prepared to depart this world.

But the bus rammed into it.

The Horror House did the same.

Above, at the blood-lettered sign hanging over the entrance, a hand suddenly stretched out—a sleeve belonging to an old-fashioned work uniform, a style popular at the beginning of the century.

The palm was open, dark and shriveled, with many wounds on it.

As soon as it appeared, it sent shivers down one’s spine.

A deep chill penetrated to the bone.

And that hand had a strong sense of purpose; it was targeting Evil Spirit Du Wei.

And then it grasped.

In an instant, even Evil Spirit Du Wei felt discomfort, its already twisted and blurry figure became even more distinct.

“I’m actually immobilized?”

A thought flashed through Evil Spirit Du Wei’s mind.

It felt absurd.

Consequently, its pupils contracted, and its own immobilization ability interacted with the other.

But at that moment, the bus rammed into it head-on, and from the gaps in the windows and doors, countless fine black threads surged out.

The resurrected bus seemed to have reached a tacit agreement with the Horror House, attacking Evil Spirit Du Wei simultaneously.

Although it didn’t know why they were doing this.

Evil Spirit Du Wei felt danger.

The red balloon above, like it had burst, let out air crazily, rapidly shrinking.

Evil Spirit Du Wei twisted its neck.

The Immobilization ability counteracted the Horror House.

Yet, all of a sudden.

Evil Spirit Du Wei groaned, blood trickling down the mask.

It wasn’t the bus that had taken action.

Instead, it was something originally carried in this body that had launched a backstab.

Behind Evil Spirit Du Wei.

A Joker Card was tightly stuck to its body.

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The whole card had cracked, emitting an icy chill, and from inside it, numerous rotting arms stretched out, seizing Evil Spirit Du Wei’s body.

“…Evil Spirit…”

The voice of Evil Spirit Du Wei was unnaturally cold.

And furthermore.

It felt that the part of the Evil Spirit that had been assimilated by it, along with the ability of the bet, was gradually being drained away, “pulled” out by those decaying arms.

And that was indeed what was happening.

A translucent figure, like the soul of Du Wei, leaned backward from the body.

Two Joker Cards each possessed different abilities.

It was only by uniting them that the true Evil Spirit formed.

Evil Spirit Du Wei had only assimilated a small part of it.

Now, the Evil Spirit was trying to reclaim the part that Evil Spirit Du Wei had assimilated; it wanted to recover its wholeness.

It might even have influenced the earlier bet.

This was something Evil Spirit Du Wei could not accept.

It had never been hurt before, and it was unexpected that the first injury would be caused by a mere Evil Spirit.

Even if the capability of this Evil Spirit was incredibly sinister.

It still didn’t reach the level of Strangeness.

“I’m going to consume you…”

Evil Spirit Du Wei growled lowly, reaching out to grab the transparent figure that was trying to leave its body, brutally trying to pull it back.

But at this moment, the bus—along with the Horror House—made their moves.

Evil Spirit Du Wei clenched its teeth, attempting to immobilize them.

But once it put on the mask, the shadow lurking within—it seemed dead—quietly appeared behind Evil Spirit Du Wei at this time.

Two Daggers plunged straight in.

It seemed very determined to kill Evil Spirit Du Wei…

Outside.

The headquarters of the Veda Sect.

Under Akaret’s leadership, everyone had gathered their belongings and was fleeing quickly.

But the further they went, the worse their complexions became.

The path ahead seemed immeasurably long, as if it had no end.

The entire manor valley had formed a closed loop.

“We can’t leave…”

Akaret, leading the way, spoke with extreme anger, turning abruptly to look back.

Reflected in her pupils was the outline of a red balloon.

Contracting, expanding.

“Find a way to destroy this damned balloon.”

Akaret made a decision.

But no one responded.

All members of the Veda Sect mechanically stepped forward, their complexions ashen, skin shriveled, hair desiccated, looking like corpses.

“You… what’s wrong with you?”

Akaret’s voice was hoarse as she pointed at the people and asked, but as she reached out, a flicker of horror crossed her eyes.

Because she realized that the skin on her arm had begun to shrivel.

Unseen, life was rapidly slipping away.

Suddenly…

A low, sinister laugh resonated in the depths of Akaret’s heart.

“Hehehe…”

This voice, filled with wickedness, caused Akaret’s pupils to dilate; her entire being was drained, leaving her no different from the other cultists.

At the same time, all the deceased cultists abruptly lifted their heads to gaze at the red balloon in the sky.

The trap laid by Evil Spirit Du Wei erupted.

Now, the valley had become a playground for the Evil Spirit.