Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 445 - 441. The Shadow was just a bit... (Good fortune requires monthly ticket support)

The Blood of Jesus, according to the information given by Alvin Dowqui and Kane, two of the old hunters, was already extremely perverse.

Where it resides, Evil Spirits cannot be born.

Equivalent to a strategic weapon.

And it was also crowned with the name of Jesus, whether it is to blaspheme faith or to describe its might, it’s still ambiguous.

This belonged to the forbidden relics...

Yet, Matthew possessed a similarly unknown object of the same type, and had relied on it to live for nearly two hundred years.

If this matter were true, the church might completely fall out with Dusk Bell.

Even, it might escalate the situation.

So.

More than ten minutes later.

Alvin Dowqui and Kane took a car, with Du Wei leading the way in front, driving towards the villa area in the city center.

In the car.

Du Wei was very calm.

Alvin and the others wanted to see the Envelope to confirm if the information was credible, but he couldn’t possibly summon the shadow from the mask in front of them and then fish out the Envelope from the shadow’s body.

Otherwise, such a scene might be more than the two hunters could accept.

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After all, in the eyes of the church, he was just an "ordinary" hunter who hated Evil Spirits to the extreme.

As an Incarnation of Justice.

How could he associate with Evil Spirits?

Thinking of this, Du Wei’s palm caressed the steering wheel of the car, his eyes glancing at the rearview mirror from the corner of his eye.

A black luxury car was closely following behind.

"Good thing I can suppress the shadows now, otherwise I might really be seen through," he thought.

Yes...

As was his habit, Du Wei carried with him items like the mask.

But with him there, neither the shadows nor other Evil Spirits dared to reveal the slightest breath.

Then, he murmured softly, "Shadow."

The next second.

Inside his coat, the paler mask hidden there emitted a faint, chilly breath, and the shadow quietly emerged in the passenger seat.

But as soon as its head appeared, Du Wei pressed it down with a slap.

"Quiet down."

The Shadow glared with bloodshot eyes, its head shrinking down, curling up under the seat, not daring to move an inch.

Resistance was futile.

Otherwise, Annabelle would have run away long ago.

As he said this, he reached into the shadow, and when he pulled his hand out, he was holding the yellowed Evil Spirit Envelope.

After doing all this, Du Wei said impatiently to the shadow, "Alright, you can go back now."

Regardless of whether the shadow could understand him or not.

Du Wei directly dissipated it, strands of mist quietly seeping back into the coat, returning to the mask.

He disposed of it once he was done using it.

The mask trembled slightly, perhaps the shadow was expressing some kind of displeasure.

Then, a piece of paper emerged from the Envelope.

As soon as it came out, the Envelope, as per usual, gave it a customary lick.

Immediately, lines of text surfaced on the paper.

[Last night, the Envelope had a dream, there was the night sky, clouds and rain, and a sky filled with stars, but the Envelope felt an inexplicable melancholy, unsure of what was wrong. But when the great master summoned the Envelope, it had an epiphany]

"So it was because you, the master, were absent that the grand tapestry of the sun, moon, and stars paled in comparison."

Du Wei, expressionless, grabbed the Envelope and the piece of paper, completely ignoring the text on it, and said flatly, "Did you see the two hunters following behind me?"

But the Envelope continued to lick.

"A beam of light shone on the Envelope, so brilliant and dazzling that the Envelope thought the earth had started to turn backward, turning evening into day. But it turns out it was you, master, looking at the Envelope."

"Listen to this voice that is like that of a deity. Oh master, oh master, the Envelope feels immense guilt and pain. Why did the three traitors: the shadow, the Joker Card, and Pennywise choose to betray you? Don’t they feel a pang of conscience?"

Seeing this…

Du Wei took a deep breath while driving and turned his neck slightly.

"Say one more word, and I’ll lock you up with Annabelle to keep my Antique Clocks company for all eternity. How about that?"

The Envelope trembled frantically.

"Please don’t, great master, the Envelope is so scared... Great master, following behind you is a black luxury sedan with two hunters sitting inside, tailing you closely."

"This might pose a threat to you, but the Envelope knows, to you, those two mere hunters are nothing but ants on the ground that you could easily crush underfoot."

"Of course, the Envelope doesn’t recommend you handle it personally, as that would lower your status. Why not let the shadow take care of it? It probably won’t get beaten to death by two hunters."

Du Wei frowned, and the temperature inside the car dropped instantly...

Not wanting to argue with the Envelope, he commanded, "I told them you were left at home. Once we get there, tell them everything you know about Matthew."

"The Envelope understands, you’re planning to play them, master. You truly are deserving."

Du Wei snorted coldly and said, "You think too much. In any case, answer whatever they ask, and if you dare to reveal my secrets, my dice and Coin will thereafter belong to you."

Inside the trench coat, the mask trembled frantically, seemingly excited.

The Envelope too trembled frantically, but out of fear.

"No, no, no, master, the Envelope doesn’t like that dice and Coin at all. Leave the killing and fighting to the traitor shadow."

Du Wei said coldly, "Then you know what you must do, right?"

"The Envelope will not disappoint you."

…

A few minutes later.

Du Wei’s private mansion.

A McLaren GT pulled up.

The car door opened.

Du Wei headed towards the entrance, pulled out his keys to unlock the door, just as the sedan carrying Alvin Dowqui and Kane slowly arrived.

He turned his head and gestured to the sedan, then pushed the door open and went inside, casually placing the Envelope on the coffee table, weighed down by a bottle of Bone Powder.

Inside the house.

All was quiet.

Antique Clocks hung on the wall, their overlapping hands turning in a regular, mechanical motion, looking as though they were broken.

Next to them was Annabelle in a display cabinet.

It remained motionless, as if it had completely given up any thought of escape and resigned itself to its fate.

Perhaps it was because he had just moved to a new home.

Du Wei always felt that his current home was much quieter than the previous clinic and also not as chilly.

As for bringing two hunters into his home, Du Wei wasn’t worried they would discover the secret of the Antique Clocks.

Ever since it regained its power, it was indiscernible to anyone else unless it was directly interfered with.

At least, without prior knowledge, Du Wei couldn’t make out any useful information himself.

At that moment, Alvin Dowqui and Kane entered with serious expressions.

Then they stopped in their tracks.

Pointing at Annabelle inside the display cabinet, they said, "Mr. Du Wei, why do you have an Evil Spirit Doll in your house?"