Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 723 - 701, Proceed with caution in the sewer.

Chapter 723: 701, Proceed with caution in the sewer.

Damp, sticky, and a faint stench still tangling at the tip of the nose.

In the darkness, there was the rustling sound.

Like rats scurrying about.

Suddenly…

Du Wei switched on the flashlight feature of his phone.

The path ahead lit up.

He looked forward and a corner of the underground sewers of New York was revealed before him.

It appeared to be a circular hollow pipe, but the middle part of the ground had become a channel about a meter and a half wide, specifically for drainage. Although when a flood occurred, the usefulness of this channel was almost negligible since the entire sewer would be submerged in sewage.

However, most Western countries have a terrible drainage system.

For a city like New York to have a sewer system like this, it was already quite good.

And this was largely thanks to the legacy of the last century.

At that moment.

In Du Wei’s eyes, wisps of black mist spread through the air, extending to the end of the sewer, blending into the darkness.

Then he turned his head.

Behind him was the down escalator of the sewer, above he could see the deep night sky, yet not a single ray of moonlight came through.

When he followed the black mist into the sewer, it seemed he was cut off from the world.

“Something’s not right here,”

Du Wei said to himself, but he had no intention of going back. He glanced at the phone’s battery life—50 percent remaining.

Should be enough.

He stepped forward.

His silhouette vanished into the darkness.

…

In a psychological consultation clinic in New York.

That is, in the world constructed of black, fine silken threads where Black Du Wei resided.

“Strange, he’s disappeared?”

Black Du Wei frowned, closed his eyes, and sensed the fake Envelope, the covert operative that lurked by Du Wei’s side.

Now, the connection between that Envelope and Du Wei was completely severed.

But not with the covert operative.

Although Du Wei had isolated himself.

Yet Black Du Wei faintly felt that his own undercover agent was still alive.

But now, he could not sense it at all.

At his side, the Envelope, the covert operative Du Wei had placed with Black Du Wei, immediately floated over.

It began to make its presence known.

[Master of the Evil Spirit, has my master disappeared?]

Black Du Wei glanced at the Envelope, disregarding the issue with the title and said coldly, “Not necessarily. I just can’t sense the operative I sent. It’s also possible he’s been casually killed by him.”

The Envelope trembled.

[The master is very merciful. He doesn’t like to kill indiscriminately. He’s a kind and good person.]

The Envelope got scared.

What did that mean?

If the master killed his counterfeit, wouldn’t that mean, this Black Du Wei might also kill itself?

They were practically the same person.

With one personality, if the master could do it, it surely could too.

However, the Envelope thought again and became unafraid.

I can’t die anyway.

What am I afraid of?

Thus, the Envelope felt smug.

[Hmph, just a counterfeit. Isn’t it normal to die by the master’s hand? How could that fake me match my expertise in ingratiation and the consciousness of being a lapdog? I, the Envelope, rank second, who dares claim first?]

It even felt proud.

Black Du Wei looked disgustedly at the Envelope.

Honestly, he also wanted to kill this Envelope because he knew it definitely had a way to pass his information to Du Wei.

Keeping it around was a menace.

Better to kill it conveniently.

But.

Black Du Wei was somewhat doubtful. Being fair, the chances of him killing the Envelope for no reason were quite low. Keeping it, on the other hand, could be used to scheme against his other self.

Conversely, Du Wei was unlikely to kill the fake Envelope easily.

“Could it be that he has entered a place beyond my understanding, something I’m completely unaware of, hence I’m unable to sense him?”

Black Du Wei said so.

It suddenly longed to head to reality, to leave this haunted place.

As a creation, it was fated to stand in opposition to Du Wei from the moment of its birth.

The two could not coexist.

Because there already was the existence of the Evil Spirit Du Wei.

It had no choice but to find a way to replace Du Wei, or else it was a dead end.

To proceed despite knowing it was impossible.

That was its trait, or should we say, an unwavering stubbornness inherent to the existence known as Du Wei.

It was also a game of wits, inevitably leading to turning the tide.

But now, going out would mean confronting Du Wei head-on.

There was no chance of winning.

“I have to do something.”

Black Du Wei narrowed his eyes, looking at the Envelope, “Can I trust you?”

The Envelope: [Black Du Wei Master, you are the sun, the moon, the stars, you are the past and the future, you are the lifelong faith of the Envelope, you can always trust the Envelope.]

Black Du Wei scoffed and slowly said, “I do trust you, because you are within my control, and at this stage, even if I were to let you out, it’s highly unlikely that he would take you back.”

The Envelope was puzzled.

Let itself out?

What kind of dirty trick was this?

This fucking impostor, wasn’t he afraid that it would just run away?

Soon.

The actions of Black Du Wei unraveled the Envelope’s doubts.

It was now sitting on a throne, facing the Envelope.

But suddenly.

The throne rotated.

Its backside, hidden in darkness, turned out to be an identical throne, only its color much darker, as if it had merged into the darkness itself.

Or rather, it represented the other face of Black Du Wei.

A pair of eyes opened.

The pupils were devoid of any impurities, containing only chilling darkness and coldness.

Another Black Du Wei, with a complexion pale to the extreme, one hand propping his chin and the other resting on his thigh, looked down at the Envelope mercilessly.

It tilted its head.

It rose from the throne and grabbed the Envelope in one swift move.

[This… This is the Master of the Evil Spirit.]

The Envelope was shocked.

But the being it called the Master of the Evil Spirit didn’t even glance at it before vanishing with it into thin air.

…

Moving forward cautiously in the darkness.

The light from the cell phone shone down the sewer.

Du Wei had been walking for over half an hour already.

His cell phone’s battery was down to 20 percent.

The feeling of advancing in the sewer was unpleasant, not because it was dirty or messy, but because of a claustrophobic sensation that came from within.

There was no end in sight.

Suddenly.

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He frowned.

“Is it looking for me?”

“And the Evil Spirit version of me?”

A message came from the Envelope, and this only deepened Du Wei’s suspicion.

He had always thought that Black Du Wei was behind it.

But now it seemed that wasn’t the case.

Instead, the fake version of himself had appeared in reality in another way, and was even searching for his whereabouts.

The Envelope’s Retrospection Ability could investigate Du Wei’s actions.

In his mind, Du Wei silently told the Envelope, “Stall for time, I have a feeling that I’m about to touch upon some incredible things. Wait for news from my side, then follow my orders.”

After doing all this.

Du Wei cut off the connection unilaterally.

He proceeded even more carefully, following the trail of dark energy in the sewer.

If it wasn’t Black Du Wei’s doing, then the possibility he had initially dismissed was actually the correct answer.

The Demon Nun…

Or rather, Valak, was still causing trouble.

And this meant that the assimilation of the Evil Spirit Du Wei had encountered problems, ones that not even he could detect.