Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

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The power of dice 6 can be said to be very strong.

As long as it is rolled to 6, the evil spirit will GG on the spot.

However, this requires a little luck.

Unfortunately...

Envelopes have not had much luck.

It rolls to a 1...

According to the information given by Mrs. Senna when Du Wei got the dice, unknown things will happen when the dice is rolled to 1, but the users basically died strangely.

The envelope is silent...

【Grass! How could my envelope luck be so bad? 】

[I want 6! 】

As soon as the two lines of text appeared, the envelope turned into flying ash in front of the evil spirits that emerged.

all of a sudden.

Even the fog froze.

Those evil spirits also seemed to be dazed, they all stretched out their rotten arms, standing blankly in the mist.

on the ground.

A pool of ashes was blown by the wind and raised high.

The dice and the two joker cards fell into the ashes, and everything looked very awkward.

Can follow.

The envelope, which had turned into flying ash, floated out of the ashes again.

It's resurrected again.

And, the dice were rolled again.

[I don't believe it anymore, give me 6! I want 6! I want 6! 】

The spirits' aim was restored, and they rushed towards the envelope again.

And this time.

The dice kept spinning, and under Envelope's eager eyes, they finally passed 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5.

until 6 o'clock.

As if exhausted, it returned to the number 5.

That is, at the same time as the number is determined.

The surrounding fog was immediately frozen, and when those evil spirits were about to touch the envelope, they were also stopped by a strange force.

When the roll reaches 5, the evil spirit will stop attacking, but the next attack will be even more terrifying.

To put it simply.

It is to increase the power of evil spirits.

double the joy...

envelope:……

Lines of text appeared on the paper.

[The evil spirits in the tunnel cannot calculate the exact number, and these ghosts don't seem to be evil spirits, but more like some kind of manufactured existence. 】

[About thousands. 】

[Thousands of evil spirits are doubled, and the clown card may not have any effect, after all, it is not used by the owner himself. 】

[I still don't believe the envelope, I want to gamble again, I must roll to 6. 】

The dice shook again.

...

a few minutes.

The envelope seemed to be affected by the dice.

It is like a gambling dog, constantly longing for the number 6 to appear.

Roll the dice again and again.

Mostly 1.

A few are 5, 2, 3.

The worst number 4, safe and sound without shaking out once.

It can be said that it is very uncomfortable.

[Why is this happening? 】

[My luck with the envelope is worse than that of the owner. 】

【Could it be that this is why I am inferior to Sombra? 】

[God... I just want a 6! 】

The envelopes were crumbling.

The evil spirits around were within its range of acceptance just now, but now, all of them have developed in an uncontrollable direction.

Every time it is rolled to 5, it is a strengthening of the evil spirit.

super double...

Most importantly, Envelope found that the dice no longer affected those evil spirits.

When the last roll to 5.

Those evil spirits were strengthened again, but none of them stopped.

tear...

A rotting hand grabbed the envelope and ripped it off in one piece.

The envelope fled wildly with the clown card and the dice.

【Ah... I'm dying, Master Envelope is your most loyal lackey! 】

[Master save me! 】

It's just that it can't speak, it can only be displayed in the form of words.

There is no so-called sound, and it is impossible for its owner, Du Wei, to hear it.

How arrogant you are when you come.

How embarrassing it is when you run away.

When the envelope burst out of the tunnel, it was nearly torn to shreds and mutilated.

But at this moment.

suddenly……

In the front position, a man wearing a black priest uniform appeared with an indifferent expression.

It is its owner Du Wei.

Envelope ecstasy.

[Master, master, I am the envelope! There are so many evil spirits behind, this place is too scary. 】

However what makes it unexpected is.

As soon as Du Wei took a step towards it, his expression changed drastically, and he turned and ran away without hesitation.

【Owner? ? don't go! 】

The envelope followed immediately.

The black mist behind spread like a flood.

In the mist, there are countless pairs of rotten arms.

Those evil spirits seem to only be able to move in the mist.

The envelope kept chasing Du Wei.

But gradually, it found something wrong.

[Why doesn't the master speak? He has been running, and he doesn't scold me anymore, this doesn't seem like the style of the master...]

【Something is wrong...】

[This owner has no connection with my envelope, and the deed of sale I signed was not with him. 】

But, when the envelope thought of this.

It found that there was no way ahead.

Brought into a dead end by another fake Du Wei.

[Damn counterfeit. 】

The envelope trembled angrily, and the clown card that represented the wish immediately floated beside it.

[I make a wish with the envelope, let this impostor die. 】

As for going out.

The envelope doesn't have that idea, as long as its essence is not released, it can always be resurrected.

But the wish has not yet been activated.

A pale palm stretched out, slowly holding the clown card.

"You make me very disappointed."

Du Wei's cold voice sounded.

The instinctive fear of the envelope: [Master, why did you come down? Shouldn't you be waiting for the message from the envelope? 】

Du Wei glanced at it, and said indifferently, "Because I found something very interesting. That balance seems to be related to Solomon's seventy-two pillar demon god."

The envelope trembled slightly, and it found that on the back of Du Wei's right hand, the pattern of pointer exuded a strange atmosphere, and the pointer on it was turning.

This has never happened before.

【Master, your state seems to be a bit wrong. According to your personality, you shouldn't come down. 】

Du Wei nodded: "That's true, but I saw some pictures, so I have to come down."

finished.

He turned to look behind him.

The black mist has spread over.

This moment.

Du Wei stood in front of the envelope, his eyes were still calm, without any panic.

The envelope behind me was about to cry.

[The owner's envelope has let you down, and those evil spirits have been strengthened a lot, you must be careful! 】

[By the way, Envelope also found that something is wrong with the dice, it will make people go to the head. 】

Du Wei was silent.

He holds the clown card in his right hand, and takes out the mask in his left hand and puts it on his face.

The black shadow stood out from the shadows.

Holding two sharp knives in both hands, there is also a big red balloon hanging around his neck.

It looks extremely funny.

But Du Wei said slowly: "From the very beginning, I have been targeted by the seventy-two demon gods. The so-called gates of hell, and even the gate on the clown card, have penetrated to this day."

"The Lamer's Clock gave me the ability to see the future, but the more information I learned, the more problematic I found this ability."

"Everything I see is what it wants me to see."

"I've been thinking about what it wants me to do before, and I haven't figured it out until now, but I discovered one thing."

"Solomon's Seventy-two Pillars Demon God, although it is a conceptual existence."

"But there are also contradictions between them."

"And just now, the picture it showed me is that you will all become my sacrifices."