Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 661 - Where there is a master there will be a

Chapter 661: Where there is a master, there will be a servant. Chapter 661: Where there is a master, there will be a servant. Alex looked at the pathetic state of the envelope and couldn’t help but sigh.

She still remembered that it was this very envelope that had helped her save Du Wei, but she hadn’t expected it to have become like this after just a few days of not seeing it.

The typing was barely legible.

To save her lover, she had even sacrificed most of her memories.

Inevitably.

She turned to Du Wei and said, “Your servant here is really loyal, you must find a way to retrieve its memories in the future.”

A look of regret crossed Du Wei’s face.

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He pointed to the envelope and said, “Even I am helpless against the sacrifice of memories, the ones it lost can never be recovered, unless time is reversed.”

As he spoke.

Du Wei then said to Alex, “Dear, even if your dream is real, please remember that I will always be by your side, and even if one day I lose myself, I won’t hurt you.”

Alex opened her mouth, then hesitated, and said, “But… I do remember very clearly about His Excellency the Duke, and about Minette.”

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Du Wei shook his head in secret.

Why can’t she forget those things?

Wouldn’t it be better if we just let them slide?

So, he gave the envelope a look.

The latter immediately understood.

Then, Du Wei pretended to ponder and said, “His Excellency the Duke and Minette, according to your dream, are another me and another you, but I really don’t have any memories of these, I also don’t remember what happened before.”

Alex said in a grave voice, “The doctor said you have selective amnesia, I really shouldn’t keep asking you, but I found an organization called Duke Bai’s Cult.”

“This organization is indeed related to you, the god statue that they worship looks exactly like you when you wear the mask, and it wasn’t established long ago, I even found that its predecessor was called Everlasting Flower.”

Du Wei held his head in agony and said, “Everlasting Flower, Duke Bai’s Cult, could it really be me, but why don’t I have any memories, ah… my head hurts so much…”

It was at the same time he spoke.

Du Wei let out a painful groan; his body trembling, forehead covered in cold sweat, and his face twisted in agony.

Alex instantly felt pity.

“Baby, don’t think about it anymore, the more you think, the more pain you’ll be in, since you can’t remember, then it’s as if it didn’t exist, the most important thing now is for you to recover your health.”

In pain, Du Wei said, “No, I must remember, I could never hurt you, I need to know the whole truth.”

All of a sudden.

He growled, “Envelope, manifest all the information you remember now.”

[As you command… my master.]

The envelope trembled as it floated in front of Du Wei, a chilling aura slowly spreading out from it.

But before anything else happened.

A ripping sound was heard.

The already damaged envelope tore open and slowly fell onto the bedsheet.

It was as though it had died.

Du Wei’s face changed drastically, with sadness, pain, and regret all mixing in his eyes, his look unbearably bitter.

“Envelope, you…”

Du Wei immediately picked up the envelope, his eyes reddening: “You’ve followed me for so long, through life and death, it’s all my fault, I shouldn’t have forced you.”

With these words.

Alex suddenly felt very awkward.

Full of apology, she hurriedly said, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry Du Wei, I’m sorry Envelope, I shouldn’t have pressured you both, I won’t ask anymore, okay?”

After that, Alex carefully asked, “Du Wei, is the envelope dead?”

Du Wei shook his head without speaking, his whole body shaking violently.

After a while.

He let out a bitter laugh, covering his face with one hand, holding the “remains” of the envelope with the other, and slowly lay down on the hospital bed.

“Could you leave me alone for a while?”

“Alex, my head is really hurting right now, I feel like I’ve lost my direction, I need to think properly.”

That’s what Du Wei said.

What else could Alex do?

She sighed, stood up, and stepped back, “I… Ah… Du Wei, get some rest, don’t think too much, it’s not your fault, and I’ll be by your side all the time.”

Du Wei waved his hand, his expression bleak.

It was as if he had really lost the will to live.

The whole person seemed to become despondent.

…

After Alex left,

A good while later,

The sadness and pain had vanished from Du Wei’s face.

He flung off the envelope and slowly stretched out his hands, examining them.

On the back of his right hand, the pattern of the mask slowly emerged.

The hands of the clock, the Golden Brooch, and other symbols representing the power of the Demon God all appeared on the mask, becoming one entity.

The envelope, split in two, floated in mid-air.

And reverted to its original state.

“[Great master, you’re really too shameless, I doubt there’s any man in the world who would think to deceive his girlfriend with amnesia, you truly live up to your reputation.]”

Du Wei glanced at it, his gaze slightly cold.

The envelope immediately changed its tune: “[How could you forget, master? Your memory probably can never be restored, our grand goal of destroying the world, I’m afraid, can’t be achieved in the short term.]”

Du Wei spoke in a low voice, “You’ve got some brains, remember this, after a while when I’ve rescued Ryan from the Dusk Bell, your memory will be restored, and if Alex asks, you know what to say, right?”

“[Of course, of course, the envelope knows, what His Excellency the Duke? What Minette? What does that have to do with you, master? That’s not you at all.]”

“[You’re just a plain hunter.]”

Du Wei nodded in satisfaction, “Good, your performance this time wasn’t bad, a bit over-the-top, but a lot better compared to before. From now on, you will be the strategist for the Legion of Evil Spirits.”

Having just exploited it, he had to give it some reward.

They were just empty promises to Du Wei, and making them bore no psychological burden.

But the envelope ate it all up.

It immediately shivered with excitement, circling around Du Wei.

“[Fantastic, great master, I, the envelope, have finally made a name for myself. To become the strategist for the Legion of Evil Spirits, doesn’t that mean I can also conquer on your behalf?]”

“[By the way, master, how many members do we now have in the Legion of Evil Spirits?]”

Du Wei said with a frown, “You, Brother Shadow, Freddy, and if we include Lock Ghost Puton, then there are four.”

All of a sudden,

The envelope deflated.

“[So what’s the use of me being a strategist? Brother Shadow won’t listen to me, Freddy’s always in dreamland, and Lock Ghost Puton, he’s just an idiot, am I just a commander without an army?]”

Du Wei shook his head, “It’s just you, that’s all.”

As soon as he finished speaking,

Du Wei sat up from the bed.

Barefoot and in a hospital gown, he truly looked like a patient from a mental hospital.

And at this moment,

Outside the window, it was deep night, pitch black, without light.

The moonlight too was gone without a trace.

“It’s going to rain.”

Du Wei said quietly, looking at the pattern on the back of his right hand, and his whole being had already entered into the Evil Spirit Transformation.

“Ryan, wait for me.”