Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

Inside the amusement park.

In that wasteland.

Moser stood where the dead banyan tree was, looked at the silhouette of a human playing the piano in the mist, and slowly put away the piccolo.

At this time, the torches in the entire wasteland were covered with blood.

But under the light of the fire, there were only the shadows of the three bishops.

Although Moser was standing in front of them, it seemed as if he didn't exist at all.

He suddenly put a hand on his left chest, bent down, and said in a strange tone: "Welcome to the world."

The piano sound continued.

The contours of the player and the giant piano also became clearer.

But among the people present, only four people heard this long lullaby.

For the rest of the cultists had completely disappeared into the fog.

As sacrifices, not only their blood, but also themselves...

At this moment……

Eka, the Bishop of Vida Cult, coughed.

Suddenly……

Dozens of cultists dressed in black quietly appeared around.

Everyone's steps are very light, and their body curves are close to perfection, just like agile cheetahs, graceful and full of explosive power.

Vader Cult has been planning for twenty years, so it is naturally impossible not to arrange other people.

It is the sacrifice that is sacrificed, and there are other people who actually carry out the plan.

"Praise Vader..."

Every religion likes to praise their believers, and they never get tired of talking about it.

Moser looked at the others, and said in a low tone: "When the fog clears, Elm Street will reappear in the world, but the plan seems to have gone a little bit wrong, and the position under your feet has become the deepest part of Elm Street."

"Of course, it doesn't make any difference to you, because your goal itself is to get that piano."

Aika and the three bishops exchanged glances with each other.

They had already taken this situation into consideration in their plan, so they didn't feel angry because of the flaw in the plan.

"Then, Mr. Mercer, the deal between Vader Cult and you is over."

The meaning revealed in the words was nothing more than that they were about to start doing something, and naturally they were reluctant to let Moser watch from the sidelines.

To this.

Moser was not displeased, he nodded, turned and walked into the bloody mist.

Then it disappeared.

After he leaves.

The outline in the mist also became clearer.

Bishop Aika's eyes flashed with unconcealable heat: "When Elm Street shows up, we can bring that piano back to the Vader Church."

Someone then said: "We have stayed in this backward and barren city for too long, and it is finally coming to an end."

Another person said: "But that terrifying existence and the piano seem to be integrated into one. If we want to take the piano away, I'm afraid it will be very troublesome."

Bishop Aika said in a relaxed tone: "The piano was left by a blond exorcist twenty years ago. The purpose was to suppress that existence. We are doing this to help it, and it has wisdom."

"What exactly is it?"

One of the remaining two bishops pointed to the silhouette of a man playing the piano, and his voice couldn't help but feel a little strange.

This moment.

The existence in the fog became clearer along with the piano.

It can be seen that it seems to be wearing a tight sweater, an old-fashioned bowler hat on its head, and its right hand seems to be made of steel, sharp and hideous.

The mist surrounding the piano has also dissipated a little, and it can be seen that this is an old piano from the last century, but it is brand new as if it was just made.

On the black cover of the piano, the maker's name is also engraved-Lian Hamel.

The surrounding wasteland also gradually became strange as the fog dispersed.

Hazy.

The moonlight refracted in the fog, creating a mirage-like phenomenon.

The ground with weeds gradually became flat, and the hazy scene of the street and houses appeared beside it.

Those buildings looked like they were refracted through frosted glass, illusory and distorted.

"Em Street, it's coming..."

The tone of Bishop Aika and others became more and more excited...

However.

At this moment, a scene that made their faces pale happened.

The mist started to gather again...

The illusory buildings were all covered in mist, and the one who was wearing a sweater and top hat that had become a little bit clear was also shrouded in mist.

The same goes for the piano.

The lullaby came to an abrupt end...

call……

The existence that was playing the piano suddenly stopped its hands, it seemed to be irritated, it turned its head stiffly, and looked at those people taught by Vader.

There is no difference between the eyes and human eyes, but the eyeballs are black. Its skin is yellow, as if it has been burned by fire, and there are large areas of scars that have healed after burns.

Potholes, ferocious and terrifying.

It opened its mouth as if to say something, but it couldn't speak at all.

Then, the piano sounded again.

Its hands fluttered uncontrollably on the keys, but its body twisted and groped towards the Vader Cultist.

It wants to come to reality, but because of the existence of the piano, it can't do it anyway.

Like the Vaderites say, it's overpowered by the piano.

It is not it that plays the lullaby, but the piano itself...

No matter how it struggled, it finally disappeared into the mist together with the piano.

in situ...

The mist dissipated.

A dead banyan tree reappeared in place.

All the people taught by Vida had red eyes.

"Why?"

Such a sentence rang in everyone's mind.

The three bishops almost collapsed!

"Obviously the plan has succeeded, why did it fail?"

"Twenty years, we have waited for twenty years!"

"Just a little...just a little..."

Bishop Aika was no longer as calm as before.

Absolutely without warning, the plan for Elm Street to show up, just vanished in a comical way no one could have imagined.

Twenty years of planning had all come to nothing. This strong sense of gap made her want to go crazy and kill...

The same goes for the rest of the people, all in a state of hysteria.

only……

next second.

Everyone's faces suddenly became extremely exciting.

From the bottom of their hearts, a cold, evil grin resounded...

"Welcome to Freddy's world..."

...

This moment.

Outside the amusement park.

Du Wei clown card into the wallet.

"Wish fulfilled..."

Just now, he used the clown card and made a very "simple" wish.

Let Vader's plan fail... let him have the opportunity to get in touch with the piano.

The reason why such a simple wish was granted.

It's because this is the limit of the Joker card's wishing ability.

He tried to make a wish to get the piano directly, but there was no response at all, so he could only downgrade the wish step by step.

But this final wish also left the masked person on the joker card with only his head and torso left, and his hands rotted away.

It is equivalent to using the ability to make a wish twice.

At this time, Tom also came over after making the phone call, and said with an ugly face: "The information of some of the cultists who were sacrificed has been found. They are descendants of those who died on Elm Street. Others probably Same."

Du Wei was not surprised. He nodded at Tom and said, "Pack up your things and let's go back."

Tom was stunned: "Go back? Isn't the matter still unresolved?"

Du Wei took a deep look at him: "Things will come to us, staying here is useless, and we have to do something else."

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