Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Mansion's second floor.

In Kelly's room, Du Wei retracted his gaze and stood up.

The only sound he could hear was the rustling of rainwater striking the glass in fine droplets.

He had tentatively ascertained one thing, that Kelly or rather, Mrs. Mina's family had likely been marked by cultists a long time ago.

Otherwise, it wouldn't explain the existence of a hexagram pattern beneath the bed.

After all, Kelly's bed was quite low, and under normal circumstances, few people would lower their heads to look underneath, making the likelihood of discovering the hexagram very slim.

As Du Wei walked toward the door, he glanced solemnly at the hexagram pattern laid out with six candles, passing by the hanging corpse of Kelly.

Also a cultist...

Could it be related to Roy?

Du Wei couldn't be sure, he could only speculate, combining the information at hand to analyze.

He pondered as he exited Kelly's room.

However, just as he stepped outside the door, a sharp buzzing noise suddenly rang in his ears, and his heart felt a prickling pain.

Du Wei stopped in his tracks, his complexion faintly pale.

Under the state of spirit vision, he saw a scene.

An utterly dark room where he could barely make out himself sitting at a table, seemingly looking down at something. In an unseen corner, it seemed as though someone was whispering in a low voice, the words indistinct but the tone strange, familiar, and filled with cold malice.

Then, from the darkness, a pair of pale, slender hands reached out, slowly descending towards his oblivious neck.

The perspective was from above; thus, Du Wei watched from a powerfully oppressive angle as the hands grasped his neck, while he seemed to feel nothing, allowing those hands to twist forcefully.

Crack...

The neck was twisted, the head tilted to one side, resting on the chair.

What followed was the sight of Du Wei's expressionless, pale face.

Throughout this process, Du Wei could even see the calm in his own eyes, as if unaware of any anomaly right up until death.

"Huh..."

Du Wei shook his head, striving to rid himself of the dizziness and nausea brought on by the change in perspective.

At this moment, his heart was full of confusion and incomprehension.

"Why did I see my own death scene again? And in this mansion, could there be something I've overlooked?"

He found it odd; occasionally being able to foresee death scenes in the state of spirit vision had occurred before, and this was utterly unprecedented in the Church's records on spirit vision.

So, when he learned that Mrs. Mina could dream of death scenes, Du Wei's feelings were quite complex, a sense of finding someone of his kind.

But now...

Du Wei dismissed the thought, feeling that Mrs. Mina's dreams and his own vision of future death scenes were influenced by something.

It might be the Evil Spirit, or it might be something else.

After all, during a certain period, Mrs. Mina's husband had possessed the Golden Brooch...

Du Wei retracted his thoughts and considered leaving.

His purpose for coming here was merely to investigate Mrs. Mina's life or death, but now he had suddenly seen his own death scene, which already posed a threat to his safety.

The last time he saw his own death scene, he directly encountered a terrifying Evil Spirit wearing a mask and a Golden Brooch on the eerie bus.

If it weren't for figuring out the rules of the bus, he would have had nowhere to run.

Even on that bus, he could have been killed by the Evil Spirit at any moment.

Now, Du Wei had seen his own death scene, and he could no longer continue his exploration.

The villa, which seemed calm and even had traces of Evil Spirit disappearing, appeared to hide extremely horrifying dangers.

Over the phone line, which was still open, Father Tony heard no response for a long time and asked, "Mr. Du Wei, what happened on your end? Why have you seemed to stop?"

Hearing Father Tony's words, Du Wei paused for a moment and replied calmly, "I'm sorry, but it seems we can no longer continue investigating Mrs. Mina's case."

"Why? Mr. Du Wei, Mrs. Mina, she..."

"She may already be dead."

Du Wei cut him off, continuing coldly, "Father Tony, you should be very clear about this, shouldn't you?"

"Alright, I respect your decision..."

On the other end of the phone, Father Tony's voice carried an uncontrollable pain as he lapsed into silence.

And Du Wei quickly turned around, walked out of the room, and headed straight for the stairwell without hesitation.

Throughout this process, he remained silent, his expression exceedingly impassive.

Although he knew, the villa harbored many secrets, such as why Kelly, who was originally possessed, ended up dead in such a manner in her bedroom.

And how the Evil Spirit came to be involved with the Mina family in the first place.

And the hexagram pattern in the bedroom, the one under the bed could be perceived as having been targeted by a Cultist before, but what about the second one?n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

It was evident, based on the congealment of the blood in the pattern and the burn time of the candles, that it occurred not long ago.

An Evil Spirit killing didn't involve setting up so-called rituals and symbols, but rather when a medium triggered it, it would lead to a death stage.

So, it was very likely man-made.

This meant that before Du Wei entered the villa, others may have come in.

Thinking of this made Du Wei's mood much heavier.

He vaguely felt that he had become entangled in an exceedingly evil event.

"I must leave now, this matter ends here."

With that thought, Du Wei hastened his steps down the stairs.

However, as he arrived at the stairwell, his complexion suddenly turned extremely unsightly.

The stairwell he came by had vanished.

In its place was a smooth floor, and solid walls. Your next read is at empire

This kind of scene was hard to describe with words, eerily extreme, similar to the experience of hitting a ghost wall within the Horror House, within the cross-shaped passage, a sensation of being unable to leave due to the structural layout and misleading by the Evil Spirit.

But now it was different, there was truly no way back.

Du Wei took a deep breath, entering the Third Phase of Spirit Vision, his right hand began to exude an eerie sensation, and his skin turned so pale it was devoid of any color, resembling the texture of a corpse.

He walked to where the stairwell had originally been according to his memory and reached down to explore.

Yet what came back was solid floor, and the walls were the same.

"It seems that when I walked out of the room, I must have triggered some kind of mechanism."

This sentence, he said to himself, while taking out his phone from his pocket, the screen showed that the signal had completely disappeared.

Meaning that Du Wei had lost his only means of contact with the outside world.

At the same time, under the state of Spirit Vision, the entire second floor of the villa gave off a completely different feeling to him.

Oppressively so, like the dark, overwhelming foreboding that comes just before a storm.