Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

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When Du Wei activated the clown card representing the gambling game.

The face of the counterfeit on the opposite side suddenly became very strange.

Conceptually, the counterfeit becomes Du Wei.

But the real Du Wei, at this moment, has become another existence, which may or may not be Du Wei.

As Du Wei said.

His opponents are not so-called fakes, but gold balances and antique clocks.

We are not in the same rank at all.

The counterfeit and Du Wei exchanged identities, and the other party not only got this identity, but also got the attention of those evil spirits.

What is marking ability?

As long as it is activated, the marked evil spirits will ignore space and distance, appear beside Du Wei, and attack him.

Very convenient for suicide.

at this moment.

After the identity exchange.

Those evil spirits who had been deceived by Du Wei, deceived, and played with in the applause all stared gloomyly at the new "righteous master".

The malice is undisguised.

Even the dark shadows are eager to try.

Among those evil spirits, there were evil spirits whose bodies were only half nailed, and there were also purely evil evil spirits like Annabelle, and there were countless of them.

All the evil spirits rushed towards the impostor immediately.

On the contrary, the envelope is afraid: 【Master, the envelope suddenly feels a connection with that imposter. It seems to want the envelope to betray you. According to the rules of the bond, the envelope cannot resist it. 】

A line of text just emerged.

The black shadow tilted his head, pierced the envelope with a knife, pinned it to the ground.

[Thank you Black Shadow Brother. 】

Du Wei said indifferently: "Now the counterfeit is Du Wei. In a sense, it is indeed your new owner, but it doesn't matter, it will die soon."

Saying so.

Another line of text appeared on the envelope: [Master, you are so evil, you deserve to be you...]

Du Wei ignored it, and turned to look at the golden balance suspended in the middle.

At this moment, one end of the balance is tilting towards him.

Judging from the scene seen in the death screen, he should have won, and used an alternative method to realize the warning given by the antique clock.

Only, it certainly doesn't serve the purpose of an antique timepiece.

Because he could feel that the sound of clicking... caused by the rotation of the pointer in his mind became more and more urgent and violent.

It seems to be angry.

But Du Wei silently endured the pain from all parts of his body, as well as mental torture.

His face was expressionless, and his whole person was extremely rational.

He knew how crazy what he was doing now.

I also know that the chances of success are not very high.

But this is the first step in getting rid of antique clocks and has to be resisted.

The scales are still tipping.

But the speed is much slower.

But the counterfeit who got Du Wei's identity kept blocking the attacks of hundreds of evil spirits.

But it's futile.

All it gets is identity, not everything about Du Wei.

If so, it can completely appear in the form of the evil spirit Du Wei, so there may be a chance to win.

But it can't.

Even Du Wei thought it died too slowly, so he raised his flintlock and shot it up.

bang...

The smoke from the flintlock dissipated.

The bullet hit the opponent's abdomen directly.

"Missed again..."

Du Wei said this, but he didn't think it was a pity.

Because of this shot, the opponent was immediately stopped, and the evil spirits seized the opportunity and tore it into pieces.

All the evil spirits twisted and struggled together.

It seems that they all want to tear the "righteous master" into pieces, but there are too many evil spirits, and there is simply not enough.

The main thing is.

Those strange beings with rotting bodies that were brought into the door by the shadows had an advantage in number.

They stretched out their rotting arms one after another, grabbed the body of the "righteous master", and dragged him into the shadows abruptly.

Suddenly...

Everything returned to tranquility.

Those evil spirits turned their heads and looked at Du Wei.

There is malice, but there is also hesitation...

They seem to be waiting for something.

And Du Wei was also waiting. He walked towards the golden balance and said in a low voice, "Now, I am your copy. There is no better opportunity than this."

"I am Du Wei, and I am also Du Wei, the evil spirit. I am also the Duke, and I can be anyone."

"Choose me and you will get more."

"As for Lamer's Bell, it..."

Only halfway through the words, Du Wei's eyes changed slightly, and he opened his mouth. He bent down involuntarily, and knelt down on the ground, with one hand propped up on the ground, blood dripping...

The screen seemed to freeze.

His pupils are dilated.

The envelope beside it collapsed.

【Master...Master, hold on...】

It wanted to fly to Du Wei's side, but was stopped by the black shadow with a sharp knife, unable to move at all.

The end of the golden balance tilted towards Du Wei also stopped and was rising.

...

This moment.

At home in New York.

The entire hall has been replaced by darkness.

As far as the eye can see, everything is invisible, unknowable.

Only the sound of the ticking pointer turning rapidly sounded.

The hands of the antique clock are constantly spinning, and the whole clock is trembling, as if another earthquake is about to be created in New York.

If you look carefully, you will find that the pointer is turning backwards.

Forward rotation is time passing forward.

Inversion is the opposite.

At this moment, a pale arm stretched out from the antique clock.

On the back of the hand, there is a very obvious pointer pattern, which is exactly the same as Du Wei's, but it is deeper, like a birthmark.

It's appeared twice, and now it's the third time.

If not, Annabelle in the nearby framing cabinet has been marked away.

At this point it should be banging wildly against the cabinet door.

Because Annabelle was very afraid of this hand, even beyond the antique clock itself.

next second.

As if feeling something, the hand reached out in a certain direction.

Fingers trembled slightly.

Then, it presses directly on the hands of the antique clock.

Click...

The pointer stopped turning, but it kept trembling, trying to resume turning.

The supposedly fragile pointer cut through the skin of this hand, but the blood seeping out was black and extremely viscous.

suddenly……

On the back of that hand, the pattern of the pointer disappeared, replaced by the pattern of the mask.

The darkness in the entire room seemed to come alive at this moment.

There is a different kind of breath mixed in the darkness.

Then, it forcibly turned the pointer and turned it back to clockwise.

And with the rotation of the pointer.

The mask pattern on the back of the hand also gradually became dim.

What appeared again was a miniature balance.