Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 736: Write an ending

Chapter 736: Write an ending

The Evil Spirit left Jobs’s villa.

It arrived on the main street.

At that moment, the night was deep, and the streets were deserted.

Humans could not see the Evil Spirit.

Hunters…

Perhaps they could not be counted as human either.

But at this time,

on the streets of Esselgreen City, not just one Evil Spirit emerged.

Those Evil Spirits all had a unifying mark.

A black silk thread was piercing each of them.

…

Inside the Jobs household,

the daughter lifted her head and looked at her dad, saying timidly, “Daddy, I don’t feel cold in the house anymore.”

…

Massas City.

This place had already been leveled by the Evil Spirit Du Wei.

On the once bare land, vegetation was now growing.

But due to lingering issues,

strange beings were still active atop this wasteland.

A shattered sign, barely discernible, bore the words “Horror House.”

More than one Evil Spirit converged around it.

A little girl in a small western dress, her skirt soaked with blood,

a corpse resembling a mummy, lay on the ground.

But from directly above,

centered around that sign, the debris of many buildings was gathering.

That Horror House…

Or rather, the terrible being that once became a Calamity, was somehow coming back to life again unknowingly.

But this time,

a fine black silk thread appeared.

It plunged directly into the sign of the Horror House.

With a boom…

The debris of the surrounding buildings began to tremble wildly, one by one, levitating.

Dirt and dust scattered.

Finally, those pieces of rubble came together.

Forming a huge building.

The sign flew up by itself, hanging above the door of the building.

And then,

this Horror House simply vanished.

…

At the amusement park in Makiri City,

the patrol staff on duty were yawning, waiting for the next shift to take over.

But when they patrolled near the amusement park’s Horror House attraction,

they all stared wide-eyed.

A dilapidated, eerie Horror House had somehow replaced the old building that had been there before.

“Oh God, what’s going on?”

“Why did the Horror House change like this?”

“Did someone bring over a different one?”

But the next second,

something that shattered their worldview happened.

After the dilapidated Horror House appeared, it did not stay long; it vanished in an instant.

And in its place…

there was only a deep pit spanning three to four hundred meters in diameter left behind.

Such events took place not only in Makiri City but also in other cities with amusement parks, each Horror House attracted a visit.

Those with a Horror House found it replaced.

Those without welcomed its arrival.

And with each appearance, its aura grew more terrifying.

Moreover, some information was being transmitted back to the source along that silk thread.

…

St. Bodia.

This was the church’s stronghold.

Also, because of the presence of the Blood of Jesus, it had become the safest place, second only to Du Wei’s home.

Evil Spirits were virtually unable to be born here.

But now,

Deep beneath the ground, above the altar’s blood pool,

Hunter Lord Kane and the other three hunters, upon receiving messages from exorcists across the world, could no longer sit idly by.

“What’s the situation? The church’s exorcists have sent word that the Evil Spirits in Makiri City have gone mad, all rushing out together.”

“The same is true for Esselgreen City.”

“The Evil Spirits in Yard City have all fled as well.”

“Damn it, and there’s the Strangeness, some Demon Spirits are wandering all over the place too.”

“What’s happening to this world? Is it really coming to an end, with no hope left at all?”

“Gentlemen, stay calm. This is the most serious supernatural occurrence the Church has faced since its inception.”

“Evil Spirits around the world seem to be united by one will, all doing something we are unaware of, but the temporary good news is, no one has died from this.”

His Excellency Cain’s eyes turned red.

Clenching his teeth, he said, “But we can’t just wait for death, we can’t pray for God to come down and end all this because that’s useless. Activate all the hunters embedded into other forces.”

The other hunters fell silent.

“Should we really do that? Give us more time, and we could acquire more things like the Blood of Jesus.”

One hunter, pointing to an eye in the blood pool, said, “Someone has already succeeded. Just stall for a while longer, and we can use this power, originating from the Demon God, to eradicate all the Evil Spirits.”

Kane’s expression fluctuated.

The abnormality wasn’t only affecting a single city, it involved the entire world.

“I can’t make this decision alone. Contact Lord Ferran; we need the Pope’s counsel.”

“What about messages from His Excellency the Duke?”

Someone said, “Nothing. No word has come from New York, but with His Excellency the Duke there, nothing untoward will happen.”

Kane heaved a sigh of relief. “Let someone inform His Excellency the Duke, no… I’ll inform him myself, this world needs him…”

…

Aboard the Public Sea,

a ship was sailing.

A topless sailor clad only in shorts wiped his eyes and picked up a telescope to look ahead.

About a mile off, fog was spreading.

A broken, battered ship was sailing this way.

At the bow stood a figure.

Or rather, not a person.

He was dressed in a black suit, looking very solemn, with a neatly tied bow at his chest.

But his face was exceedingly pale.

His eyes were hollow and lifeless.

In his hand, he held a Holy Nail.

If anyone who knew him were here, they would have recognized his identity—Hunter Baroque.

A hunter who had been on the brink of Evil Spirit Transformation twenty years ago.

In the last moments of his life, he set out alone on a voyage across the Public Sea, hoping to end his miserable existence.

But the transformation overtook him quicker than expected.

Before he could drive the Holy Nail into his heart, he had already become a horrifying entity.

For many years,

this terror had sailed the Public Sea, claiming the lives of many.

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And now, it had encountered a new target.

The sight of it stunned the sailors.

The telescope slipped from their grasp and fell to the floor.

“Fuck! A Ghost Ship, a Ghost Ship!”

As he spoke, the Ghost Ship closed in on their vessel in the blink of an eye, and the fog began to envelop them.

Everyone aboard, whether asleep or awake, shivered with a chilling sense of utter terror.

The man in the black suit remained motionless.

His fog could consume everything.

Just as it had for the past twenty years.

But at that moment,

a bizarre face with only a nose suddenly appeared at the bow, overlaying the face of the terror.

Squeak…

The fog immediately began to retract.

The man in the black suit still stood at the bow, but the broken, battered ship vanished just as suddenly as it had appeared.

…

Under New York’s night sky,

Evil Spirit Du Wei sat upon his throne.

He silently absorbed the information coming from the other end of countless fine black threads.

This was the method employed to rally Evil Spirits around the world to search for the Vidas.

It was also the inspiration he took from “Ghost Call”.

“It’s time to bring a perfect end to this affair.”