Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 717 - 695 The Beginning

Chapter 717: 695, The Beginning Chapter 717: 695, The Beginning Black Du Wei’s intelligence was by no means inferior to Du Wei’s.

Because its connection with Du Wei had not been severed for too long.

So it schemed against Du Wei.

It also knew what Du Wei really wanted to do.

Of course…

This was mutual scheming.

Intelligent people often play dirty when they engage in schemes.

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On the other side.

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Du Wei had also returned home.

He had great confidence in the Envelope.

Even he could hardly withstand the Envelope’s incessant brainwashing.

How much more so for Black Du Wei.

Initially, Du Wei had refrained from killing the Envelope immediately due to various reasons, which resulted in the Envelope gradually coming to the fore.

By coincidence.

Black Du Wei’s current predicament was exactly like Du Wei’s at that time.

It was bound to fall for it sooner or later.

However, the Envelope would never betray Du Wei.

These were the rules.

At this moment, Du Wei thought about the situation at Tom’s end.

Today, he had taken Ryan and Father Tony to find the construction contractor, but he was not sure about the situation.

If progress was fast,

He would return to the church sooner to investigate that sarcophagus.

He took out his phone and dialed a number.

Beep…

In a short while,

Tom answered the call: “Hey, my brother.”

Du Wei said indifferently, “How’s the job I entrusted to you coming along?”

Tom assured, “Don’t worry, I’ve found the right construction company. They are at Hill Psychiatric Hospital planning right now, after all, we have to deal with the collapsed buildings here before we can start rebuilding.”

Du Wei hummed, and with a smile said, “I thought it would take some time, but I did not expect it to be so quick.”

Tom, with a chuckle, said, “It couldn’t have been this fast normally, but last month, that construction company had a run-in with me over tax evasion, and you know how it is, so they agreed very promptly.”

In the West, tax evasion is a serious matter.

But there are plenty like Tom who are unscrupulous police officers, covering for each other, turning a blind eye, which is quite common.

The air in the West isn’t so fresh.

Du Wei pondered for a moment.

Then he asked, “Since things are going well, when should I transfer the funds?”

Tom seemed very surprised, “Why are you in such a rush to transfer the funds? Are you planning to leave New York?”

Du Wei said gravely, “Yes, I need to return to the church for a bit, and there are only a couple of days left until the end of the month, there are some matters to attend to over there.”

Tom understood perfectly and answered, “Okay, I’ll discuss with the guys here, and we’ll start the project tomorrow.”

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At the former site of Hill Psychiatric Hospital.

Tom was leaning against his car, having just hung up the phone.

He looked at several Caucasians wearing safety helmets and suits who were pointing at the collapsed buildings.

They were the ones he had brought in.

Beside him,

Father Tony, who was standing by curiously asked, “Tom, from what you’re saying, Du Wei is leaving again?”

“Yeah, he’s always busy, isn’t that very normal?”

Tom lit a cigarette.

Father Tony said with some helplessness, “He must be fighting the Evil Spirit again. With the way he’s keeping busy, I’m afraid he’ll drop dead one of these days.”

Tom smirked and said, “I’ve warned him before, but it’s no use. A man who quits smoking when he says he’ll quit and smokes when he says he’ll smoke, and who has never stepped foot in the Red Light District in his life, is someone who’s harsh on others but even harsher on himself.”

As the two were chatting,

Ryan came running over from the Hill Psychiatric Hospital.

He was carrying a box in his hand, excitement written all over his face.

“Hey, Tom, Father Tony, look what treasure I’ve found!”

“A pure silver box, it must be worth a lot.”

Tom, smoking a cigarette, widened his eyes.

Upon a closer look, the box indeed appeared to be made of silver, and it was adorned with many church-style angel reliefs and crosses.

“Could this be something from the church?”

Father Tony, hearing this, pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Then, his face turned green. “Fuck! Ryan, where the hell did you dig this out from? This looks like the box that James and the others used to imprison a cursed artifact.”

Ryan scratched his head. “What? I just found it in the clock tower, isn’t it valuable?”

Father Tony’s expression darkened, and he quickly rushed over to snatch the box away.

What was inside was a nun’s head.

However, at the time of the clock tower’s collapse, James and his team didn’t have the chance to take it out.

Father Tony had assumed it would be buried deep underground forever and had forgotten all about it.

But now, it had been unexpectedly unearthed by Ryan.

The church has a deep aversion to such an object.

Being able to lock it away, without any further contact, would be for the best.

However, Ryan, still confused, said, “Father Tony, you haven’t answered my question. Is this thing valuable or not? I was thinking about opening it to check.”

Clutching the box, Father Tony said sternly, “It’s worthless, even if you try to sell it, no one would buy it, and what’s inside is very strange. We need to take it back now and let Mr. Du Wei take a look at how to deal with it.”

Ryan gave an “oh”: “Not valuable, huh? Well, forget it then, I was hoping to get rich.”

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he sighed again: “Wait, do you mean the director likes this sort of thing?”

Tom, with disdain in his gaze toward the box, interjected, “He doesn’t just like them; he wishes he could deal with this stuff every day.”

Father Tony nodded as well.

Ryan appeared to be deep in thought.

He furrowed his brow and looked up at the sky.

His blue eyes were filled with confusion and contemplation.

“For some reason, I feel like I’ve seen the thing in the box before, and I should have a lot of these kinds of things.”

Indeed, Ryan Hamel used to collect such items.

Even antique clocks were among his previous collections.

But few people knew the purpose behind Ryan Hamel’s collection of these items.

Father Tony brushed off Ryan’s words as nonsense.

“Don’t talk nonsense, we need to get back right away. This object is quite dangerous. Luckily, you found it early, Ryan. If someone else had dug it up and opened the box, the curse might have been released again.”

Father Tony, pulling Tom along, got into the car.

Meanwhile, Ryan sat in the backseat, looking puzzled.

He mused to himself, “I always feel like I used to have a lot of these things, and I seemed to have planned to put them somewhere important.”

“But why can’t I remember it now?”

“I only remember that place seems to be underground, but where?”

Tom drove the car.

He noticed that Ryan in the backseat was acting very unusually, as if he were deeply worried.

He said, “Ryan, don’t be scared. Since Mr. Du Wei is in New York, even if something from this box were to come out, it surely wouldn’t cause any trouble.”

Ryan’s train of thought was interrupted.

He soon forgot what he had been thinking and looked seriously at Tom, “Tom, I’m not scared. You are way more badass than the director. He struggles to kill these ghostly things, but you can blast them away with just gunfire, I feel very safe with you around.”