Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 727 - 705, is a tall tower

Chapter 727: 705, is a tall tower

Through the crack in the door,

Du Wei saw that the scene behind the Red Gate was completely different from the human-faced wall he had just witnessed.

What he saw this time

was a dimly-lit scrapyard.

Even the sky was a dull yellow, exuding strangeness throughout. Amongst the desolate land, many vehicles were parked.

There were horse-drawn carriages.

There were steam-powered cars.

There were also some tanks, and beyond them, modern vehicles.

However, these vehicles shared one thing in common.

The carriages were large.

They could seat many people.

And the bus that had been scrapped earlier was also parked here.

That bus was situated at the very top of a mountain of discarded vehicles piled up like trash.

There are many buses in the world.

There are not a few of the same model, either.

But the moment Du Wei laid eyes on that scrapped bus, he instinctively determined it to be the very same bus that harbored an unbreakable hatred with him, the one that met its end alongside the Horror House.

At the very beginning, that bus had occupied a significant part of Du Wei’s life.

It brought too much pressure and shadow upon him.

In the end, the hatred completely disappeared when it came to a close.

However, at one point, Du Wei found himself missing the existence of the bus.

Because it could no longer kill him.

Instead, it became his trump card.

Although sometimes it could backfire,

Du Wei was like the coldest-blooded capitalist, completely indifferent to the potential mishaps. He cared only about results, paying no mind to how dirty the means were in the process.

Now,

to Du Wei’s amazement, he saw the existence of the bus behind the Red Gate.

It made his scalp tingle.

“What kind of place am I looking at?”

Du Wei asked himself.

Even he, or the Evil Spirit Du Wei, wouldn’t be able to create such strangeness as a haunted bus. And a long time ago, he had learned that the bus was indeed man-made.

Only the creator was unknown.

A bus that could travel through time and space, appearing only on rainy days, would be of great help to Du Wei if it hadn’t been taken offline.

Unfortunately, the bus was done for.

Du Wei stood outside the door.

He was inclined to go in and have a look,

but he was also very apprehensive.

Instinctively, he felt that this place was far more terrifying than the human-faced wall he encountered before.

For now, the shadow conveyed a sense of fear.

The Demon Spirit was no less strange than the bizarre.

The shadow was also Du Wei’s shadow, and if it feared a place, it would surely mean a heap of trouble for Du Wei.

He would gain no benefit and might just get himself into a mess.

He hesitated for a moment but ultimately dared not enter.

He simply watched the abandoned yard from a distance, where at the far-off end, he seemed to see a long train covered in dust, with windows long shattered.

“This place is way too eerie,”

“And moreover, when I opened the Red Gate again, the environment inside had changed. Does that mean each time the Red Gate is opened, a different scene appears?”

Du Wei looked at the abandoned yard with some regret.

He thought for a moment.

He promptly closed the door.

Then, without hesitation, he pushed it open again.

This time,

the scene behind the door thoroughly confirmed Du Wei’s speculation.

In the space beyond,

there was the smell of an oil lamp burning, likely some kind of animal fat.

However, what presented itself before him,

was none other than a vast, empty underground space, all built of stone, with seventy-two stone doors lined up around.

These doors bore a striking resemblance to Hell’s Gate.

Among them, four stone doors were located in the four cardinal directions, surrounding a stone coffin.

That stone coffin was enormous.

It was not quite the same as the Three Stone Coffins in Boine.

This was exactly what the Envelope had previously described to Du Wei, the bottommost part of the tower built by Carlos.

“This is unexpected,”

Du Wei took a deep breath.

His pupils contracted, flickering with unforeseen implications.

Honestly,

he had never imagined that he would end up inside this tower in such a manner.

All the information he knew was pointing to one thing.

That is, this tower has an inseparable connection with Du Wei.

Carlos once knelt before that stone coffin, calling it his master.

Black Du Wei also came here, meeting Carlos.

No matter what, Du Wei would inevitably encounter the tower.

But.

The encounter came a bit too early.

Du Wei sighed.

He didn’t pause, walking straight in.

Every time the Red Gate was opened, the scene beyond it refreshed.

It was completely uncontrollable.

For Du Wei, this was an opportunity.

He could make contact in advance.

However… what Du Wei wasn’t aware of was that Alfaria, along with most of the Vanity Sect, were waiting outside the tower.

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This time, it was the closest Du Wei had come to contact with the Vanity Sect.

Separated only by the inner and outer parts of the tower.

Stepping inside.

Du Wei saw those stone sculptures, Hell’s Gate.

He also recognized the three doors he had previously entered,

identical in design to the Hell’s Gate beneath the Ghost Ship, Esselgreen’s basement, and beneath Massas City.

However, the Hell’s Gates here were all replicas.

“Like burial goods,” he thought.

A dark mood inexplicably enveloped Du Wei.

He approached the stone coffin, contemplating the four Hell’s Gates closest to it, deducing, “These must represent the Four Pillars.”

The Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods of Solomon have a hierarchy.

The most powerful are the Four Pillars.

Approaching the stone coffin again.

Suddenly…

The lid of the stone coffin levitated on its own.

As if Du Wei’s arrival had awakened some mechanism.

Or perhaps, this tower, all of this was prepared as Du Wei’s tomb, now welcoming the return of its owner.

And.

In a daze.

A hint of confusion flashed through Du Wei’s eyes.

Cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

His body also began to tremble slightly.

And he walked directly toward the stone coffin.

One step…

Two steps…

Drawing ever closer.

Inside he struggled, “Am… am I losing control?”

Du Wei’s body lost control.

He moved like a marionette towards the coffin, its open lid exerting a fatal attraction, leading him uncontrollably to want to lie down inside.

Stormy waves churned in Du Wei’s mind.

He continually pleaded with the shadow to take control of his body and leave.

His instincts told him that if he really lay down in that stone coffin, once the lid closed, he would certainly die.

This cursed place.

It was indeed prepared as his tomb.

However…

The shadow gave no response at all.

As if it were dead.

Or perhaps, Du Wei’s body had been deceived, and even the shadow had been tricked.

“Damn it…”

Du Wei’s eyes were wide open.

In his mind, he tirelessly searched for a way to break the deadlock.

If he didn’t find one,

he would truly die here.

“Absolutely not, how could I possibly die here, in this manner, at this time,” he thought.

Du Wei forcefully fought to regain control of his body.

His will was unwaveringly strong.

His reasoning reached its peak.

But it made little difference; his advance slowed only a little, ultimately futile.

That stone coffin was simply Du Wei’s bane.

God knows what kind of order Carlos had received to create a coffin meant to kill its own master.

“It’s just an object, not enough to drive me to my death,”

Du Wei roared in his heart: “Envelope… if you can still hear my voice, bring Black Du Wei to me immediately, I need to pull in a substitute.”