Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 724 - 702, it was a trap

Chapter 724: 702, it was a trap

“Another pentagram.”

Du Wei’s voice conveyed confusion, and at this moment, he was facing a wall.

On that wall, there was an imprint of a pentagram.

It was not the doing of the Veda Sect.

Rather, it had some relationship with Satan.

In the church’s records, the pentagram and the number 6 are often used to refer to Satan.

Before, Du Wei had seen a few pentagrams, but not many, yet now one was in the sewers.

“If Satan really existed, he probably wouldn’t like it here.”

Du Wei greatly detested the stench of the sewers.

However.

What kept him here was not the pentagram but the black mist that vanished upon reaching this spot.

He placed his hand against the wall.

Du Wei felt nothing.

Neither coldness nor any peculiar texture.

On the contrary, the pentagram, due to its excessive age, discolored at a touch, staining his palm.

Du Wei dusted off his hand and frowned, “It looks like you’ve slipped behind this wall.”

“But what lies behind the wall?”

“Is it you?”

His tone was strange.

It could even be said that from the beginning of this affair, his behavior had been abnormal.

No plans, no investigations.

And no preparations in advance, which was completely unlike his usual modus operandi.

“I’m suddenly quite excited.”

Du Wei smiled slightly, then whispered, “Shadow.”

In the blink of an eye.

His shadow twisted into a hideous shape; a large kitchen knife appeared in the shadow’s grip, while another hand held a damaged Evil Spirit Scalpel.

The shadow overlapped with Du Wei.

They shared one pair of eyes.

Immediately after.

Du Wei stepped towards the wall without any hesitation.

The wall, though solid, offered no resistance, and he merged into it completely.

Yet upon entering, there was no vastness as he had imagined.

The thickness of the wall was entirely different from what Du Wei had anticipated.

The shadow dragged him forward within.

If Du Wei were to separate from the shadow, he would immediately become trapped within the wall, potentially becoming a fossil discovered by people millions of years later.

The shadow moved on.

Du Wei, meanwhile, took the opportunity to ponder.

With an exceptionally calm mind, he judged: “This is a trap, and its target might not be Tom but me. Yet I still can’t discern whether Valak alone is luring me here or if there are other entities involved.”

Indeed.

Du Wei had felt that there was something amiss from the start.

Yet he was reluctant to pass up this chance, instead deliberately plunging deeper. He wanted to understand what was happening and to harshly handle whoever was pulling the strings from behind the scenes.

It doesn’t matter that Black Du Wei hasn’t awakened.

Within Du Wei’s dreams resides the Everlasting Flower, which is far worse than Black Du Wei.

At the very least.

Du Wei could leave safely.

He was becoming more and more non-human, hence increasingly cryptic.

Many of his methods would utterly baffle ordinary people.

However, he still harbored an unresolved doubt in his mind.

Black Du Wei created an Evil Spirit Du Wei.

It replicated everything about himself quite perfectly.

And according to the messages passed through the envelope, Black Du Wei had plans to return to the past and replace him at the root.

He wondered.

Could there be a possibility that he was an entity like it?

This thought, upon reflection, was terrifying, and Du Wei found it hard to accept.

Therefore, he didn’t want to delve into it but merely wished to kill off the Demon Gods and end all of this damnable existence.

And then, lived a normal life.

Suddenly…

Du Wei felt a blockage, and then a sudden sense of clarity.

He had passed through the wall.

He couldn’t help but take a long, relieving breath.

The scene before his eyes, however, was different from what he had imagined.

Behind the wall, there was no Demon Nun waiting for him; the air was very murky, and with the illumination of his cell phone’s light, he could see the dust floating visibly.

Tap, tap, tap…

Footsteps echoed.

Du Wei moved forward, realizing he had come to a very strange place, somewhat like a man-made tunnel, not very wide—about a meter—and about two and a half meters high.

It twisted forward and was not perfectly straight.

It was like the tunnel he had seen behind Hell’s Gate in the Esselgreen basement a long time ago.

As for the black mist, it had not appeared.

Du Wei sneered, “Was I played?”

He felt his time had been wasted.

Nothing eerie caught his eye, not even a small trace.

If the mastermind who calculated against him did not show up, Du Wei really had no reason to linger here; he had other plans to kill the Demon God, such as the Armored Divinity Ascension, going back to an era even older than the Victorian Era.

Du Wei couldn’t help but doubt himself, “Could it be that I acted too abnormally, so the mastermind felt it wasn’t safe and dared not show up?”

It was a possibility.

Feeling some disappointment, he thought about returning the way he came.

But upon turning his head, he saw that the wall behind him had disappeared without a trace at some point.

In its place was a Red Gate.

This…

Du Wei was stunned.

Why would this be?

This Red Gate seemed to be the one he had once seen on the Ghost Ship.

It was the one that led Du Wei, Ryan Hamel, and Lock Ghost Puton into the Victorian Era.

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Du Wei dismissed the idea.

Because he noticed that Ryan Hamel’s name was inscribed at the edge of the Red Gate.

“It must just be an artificial creation.”

Du Wei had known before that Ryan Hamel had a habit; he liked to leave his name on the things he made.

The piano on Elm Street was like this.

All of a sudden.

Du Wei turned back to look at the tunnel; its height and width matched the Red Gate exactly.

It seemed that Du Wei had passed through the tunnel and arrived in front of this gate.

“It’s probably not an exit.”

At this critical moment, Du Wei felt somewhat embarrassed.

He had intended to use himself as bait to trap the mastermind.

But upon entering the trap, he found the hunter had vanished without a trace, and instead, he encountered something left behind by Ryan Hamel.

Just as he was pondering.

Du Wei suddenly squinted his eyes, “No, I remember Mercer once told me that Ryan Hamel died in New York with another member of the Vanity Sect. That member was buried underground and later the Horror House was built over it.”

“Why was Ryan Hamel in New York at the time?”

“Did he do something here?”

The appearance of the Red Gate was irrefutably linked with Ryan Hamel.

The man had many secrets.

And he knew more information than Du Wei had ever understood.

However, no matter how much Du Wei inquired, he was unwilling to speak.

Now that Du Wei had the chance to glimpse the truth, he did not want to let go.

He hesitated for a moment.

He placed his hand on the Red Gate’s handle and turned it slightly, clack, clack…

Then pulled it open.

A wave of fresh air was caught by the wind, messing up Du Wei’s hair.

But behind the door…

A face that lacked any features, ghastly pale, rushed straight at Du Wei.