Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 641 - 638 The Resurrection of the Evil Ghost

Chapter 641: 638, The Resurrection of the Evil Ghost Chapter 641: 638, The Resurrection of the Evil Ghost In the darkness, a bloodshot eye appeared faintly visible.

The shadow blended into the dark.

It roamed freely within the Voodoo Cult.

Of course, it could appear before Tom at any moment,

to ensure the safety of Tom and Father Tony.

Though Du Wei trusted in the character of Tom and Father Tony…

Well…

The term “character” seems a bit odd when applied to these two.

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But…

The abilities of Tom and Father Tony were limited.

Du Wei couldn’t possibly let them truly fall into danger.

From the start, he had said he only needed Father Tony and Tom to help him take Minette’s skull away, anything else, like causing chaos or whatever, was just icing on the cake.

Now.

Although Du Wei couldn’t come to reality, and the shadow’s strength was diminished to one-tenth, it still could observe everything happening within the Voodoo Cult through the shadow’s perspective.

And very secretively…

The entire headquarters of the Voodoo Cult was an interconnected building.

It stretched for several kilometers.

The customs and culture here differed from other countries; if one traced back a thousand years, the most central area would also be the oldest architecture, around which everything else was subsequently constructed.

A black member of the Voodoo Cult walked down the corridor, dressed like a cook.

His steps gradually moved towards the central area.

The shadow flashed by, imperceptible to ordinary people.

Further inside.

At a certain corner, there was a rusty door.

Carved on the door were demonic figures.

Inside, a chilly wind blew, sounding like someone sobbing softly, whining…

With the shared perspective.

All of this was made known to Du Wei in his dream.

The door wasn’t Hell’s Gate.

It was the forbidden room Presen had mentioned.

The shadow did not enter, for there was a noticeable strangeness in the air by the door, dreamlike and illusory; it would surely be detected if it tried to enter.

Because it was a Demon Spirit.

The shadow lingered for a while, then vanished once again.

When it reappeared, it was very close to the central area.

In Du Wei’s perspective,

everything around him became extremely eerie.

Less than a hundred meters ahead was the building in the central area, where the hunters were staying.

The ground here was lined with stone bricks forming dry channels, spaced about the width of a hand, akin to drains.

At the bottom, there were large patches of brown coagulated stains.

Blood…

These channels had once been filled with flowing blood.

Looking further ahead,

layers of blood mist were dim and obscure, totally obscuring any view of what was inside.

Yet illusions began to emerge.

Almost imperceptibly, it seemed as if a semi-transparent, misty flower was visible.

In the blink of an eye,

the shadow’s bloodshot eye reflected the image of a flower.

The next second,

the shadow trembled and seemed to start closing its eye, though it had no eyelids, making closing its eye impossible.

That was the threat of death.

But just then, the shadow abruptly vanished.

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In his dream,

Du Wei clutched at his right eye, and even though it was just his consciousness dreaming, blood weirdly seeped from between his fingers.

“Everlasting Flower?”

“What the hell is it!”

Du Wei’s tone was dark; after releasing his hand, his palm was coated in fresh blood, and a hazy floral contour was in his right eye as well.

Just now, the shadow had truly almost died,

but Du Wei bore the brunt of this threat of death for it.

Although the Evil Spirit Du Wei was asleep.

But he was just one person.

Evil Spirit Du Wei had once taken the Demon God’s eye on Lake Island, and it was, indeed, the right eye.

Du Wei could have resisted the past.

However, to fully unleash those powers, he had to appear in the form of Evil Spirit Du Wei; otherwise, Du Wei’s body would face the risk of collapse just by using them.

In a certain sense.

If one day, Du Wei died, and someone encountered what he became after death, they would probably ask what the hell he was.

The shadow couldn’t get close to the Everlasting Flower.

That thing gave Du Wei the feeling of a fruit that was seemingly beautiful on the outside but incredibly toxic on the inside. The closer one got, the faster they would die.

“This is more troubling than I had imagined…”

“I need to calm down, Minette’s matter has caused my emotions to fluctuate, and emotions are the poison that destroys reason.”

Du Wei told himself this.

The murderous intent in his eyes was gradually replaced by reason.

Right now, what he could do was very limited; he didn’t even have a body to move around in reality, and most of his trump cards had been wasted.

Only wisdom could break the game.

“The Everlasting Flower is too strange, and interacting with it offers me no benefit at all. Instead, it would bring me a whole lot of trouble.”

“Besides, I can’t do anything with it.”

“All I want is Minette’s skull.”

“Even if the entire Voodoo Cult were to be wiped out, it would only serve to vent my anger and wouldn’t change the established facts.”

“So, I should consider a different approach.”

Du Wei pondered in his dream.

There were Envelopes circling around, and Freddy was waiting respectfully.

“Freddy, if I asked you to pull all members of the Voodoo Cult into a dream, to construct a dream fully synchronized with reality, could you do it?”

Du Wei looked toward Freddy.

He needed to clarify the forces currently at his disposal.

Freddy replied with difficulty, “I can draw them all into a dream, but I will certainly be discovered because I can’t build a dream that is exactly like reality, blurring the lines between the two.”

Du Wei nodded: “I understand.”

The Envelope nearby was very curious.

[Master, from what you’re saying, are you planning to let the Voodoo Cult go?]

Du Wei said calmly, “No, I plan to make them live in a dream forever, or even try to let them become knighted in their dreams, but now is not the right time for that.”

After saying this, Du Wei added, “Tom and Father Tony can help me carry away Minette’s head, but I don’t want them to enter the central area of the Voodoo Cult.”

“I need some expendables to bring it out for me.”

“Ordinary people can’t do it, nor do they have the capability, only the hunters of the Voodoo Cult can.”

“So I approve of Tom’s plan to create chaos, but the latter part needs to be altered.”

“The one who should touch that skull should be a hunter, not my friends.”

As Du Wei spoke, the blood flowing from his right eye also solidified, and the vague outline of the Everlasting Flower in his eyes gradually disappeared as well.

This thing was like a curse.

Fortunately, he hadn’t faced it directly; otherwise, Du Wei might have gained another enemy.

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Meanwhile.

In reality.

Inside the Voodoo Cult, chaos had already erupted.

Many people were behaving as if they had gone mad, looking at their fellow cultists with bloodshot eyes, and their breathing became increasingly ragged.

Presen, Tom, and Father Tony took advantage of the chaos to reach the isolation cell.

They stood in front of the door, looking at the relief of the demon on it, their eyes filled with fear.

Presen spoke first, “Lord Tom, I have notified the hunters; they said strange beings have appeared within the Voodoo Cult, and they have no time to care for those drugged cultists.”

Tom nodded seriously: “In that case, let’s open up the isolation cell and release all the evil spirits inside. Let’s stir up complete chaos within the Voodoo Cult.”

Presen said respectfully, “Alright, I’ll call someone over now, and you can bring him into the master’s dream to open the door.”

Upon hearing that.

Tom and Father Tony smiled with bad intentions.

“No need to call anyone, you’re quite suitable for that.”

Presen’s face turned pale: “What do you mean? I am the most loyal subordinate of the master.”

Tom spoke scornfully, “You’re a damn old gay, and you think you deserve to be my good brother’s subordinate? He’s a straight-as-an-arrow steel man, and you think he’d take someone like you under his wing? You must be living in a dream!”

Father Tony gestured, “Let’s get to it, Tom, no need to waste words with him.”

Tom immediately gave Presen a sly smile, “Look into my eyes.”

Presen wanted to close his eyes, but as soon as he heard these words, he had already lost his sense of self.

Psychological suggestion, although Tom wasn’t capable of it.

But Du Wei had already prepared everything.

Straight away, the mindless Presen headed towards the door, and seeing this, Tom and Father Tony quickly ran towards less crowded areas.