Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

"I'm fine, Alex, it's just..."

"Just what?"

"Nothing, I mean, I forgot to prepare a gift for you."

"Well, that's to be expected, but I didn't forget."

Alex's luxury sports car cruised down the street, turning heads and looking incredibly cool.

Inside the car.

Du Wei, with a calm expression, casually took the gift box prepared by Alex and put it into his backpack, then gazed continuously at Alex's face.

Her features were exquisite and fair, and she looked even more beautiful and captivating with makeup.

She was a remarkably attractive Caucasian woman who would be considered flawless even by Eastern aesthetics.

But in the Spirit Vision state, Du Wei noticed that there were misty black particles swirling around Alex.

And then, he saw an Illusion.

...

The location was Alex's home.

The time was deep into the night, and the room was dimly lit by a single lamp.

Alex lay quietly on the couch, wearing a black Cheriti camisole dress, her slender and beautiful figure fully displayed.

Then, her body eerily floated up as if controlled by some force, her limbs bending at unnatural angles against the joints...

Suddenly...

Du Wei's eyes felt a bit dry; the Illusion ended there.

Seeing this, Alex asked him in confusion, "Are you sure you don't need me to take you to the hospital?"

Du Wei rubbed his eyes and replied, "No, thank you."n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

He had seen Illusions twice while in the state of Spirit Vision.

The first time, he saw himself holding a Golden Brooch, stabbing it into his neck in a suicide.

The second time, it was about Alex...

He felt it might signify something, foresee the future? Unlikely...

A sign?

After some thought, Du Wei raised his eyebrows and said while looking at Alex's slender figure, "By the way, do you have a black Cheriti camisole dress... Its design is roughly..."

As he spoke, Du Wei described the style of the black camisole dress he had seen.

"Huh? How did you know that!"

Alex, while driving, casually explained, "That's a dress I bought for a date, I don't think I've mentioned it to you, have I?"

"You haven't, but I took a look at the Cheriti official website, and a dress worth over a hundred thousand was bought two days ago. Thinking about it, it must have been you who bought it."

"Hmm, I didn't expect you to be so attentive, discovering even this."

"It's a pity though, my makeup today isn't suitable for that dress. I'll wear it for you another day; I think you'll definitely like it."

Alex didn't dwell on it, getting sidetracked by Du Wei's casual excuse.

Du Wei also smiled faintly but started pondering deeply in his mind.

His reason for asking was just to verify how credible the Illusions he was seeing were.

Now it seemed that a part of them was based in reality.

It could be interpreted as some sort of power of Spirit Vision.

But it was uncontrollable and there was no way to know if everyone entering the Spirit Vision state had such abilities.

Rationally speaking, it's highly unlikely; otherwise, the Evil Spirit would have been completely dealt with by now.

At this thought, Du Wei furrowed his brows. So, will Alex die at the hands of an Evil Spirit?

According to the Illusion, the Evil Spirit that would kill her in the future was the same one that killed Roy, in other words, the most threatening one in his own home.

Therefore, Du Wei calmly said to Alex, "Do you believe that ghosts exist in this world?"

"Hm?"

Alex, who was driving, was taken aback by Du Wei's sudden question, appearing somewhat surprised.

She turned her head and said with a smirk to Du Wei, "Is this a new pick-up line trend? If I say I don't believe, are you going to tell me you encountered some messed-up things, then share some weird news stories trying to scare me, making me think you're more mysterious?"

"Hey, you should know that a lot of people are after me. Tricks have no meaning; you can be more direct."

At this point, Alex gave Du Wei a meaningful glance.

If it had been any other man, she would've coldly stopped the car and kicked him out long ago.

But with Du Wei, could she take it as a straight man finally getting a clue?

Then, Du Wei took out a silver cross dagger from his pocket, the very first one Father Tony had sold to him.

He also took out a bottle of Holy Water from his backpack.

"What is this?"

"A silver cross dagger soaked in Holy Water and a bottle of Holy Water for Exorcism."

Alex: ???

...

Afternoon, 15:28.

An One77 parked across the street from the psychological clinic.

The car door opened, and Alex reluctantly walked Du Wei to the door.

"I had a great time today, thank you."

"Oh, and I still don't believe in ghosts, but I really like the gift you gave me."

Looking at the calm-faced, extraordinary Du Wei, Alex's heart fluttered.

Even though she didn't understand why this man would give her such a unique gift, she happily accepted it.

She valued the sentimental significance more.

Hearing this,

Du Wei nodded and said to her, "If you run into any trouble, remember to call me anytime."

The silver cross dagger and Holy Water he gave her were church-standard items capable of combating Evil Spirits. If that Evil Spirit laid a hand on Alex, doing as he had said should keep her safe.

The premise being,

Alex would heed his instructions, take a bath with the Holy Water when she got home, and carry the silver cross dagger with her.

"Alright..."

Alex gave Du Wei an 'okay' gesture with a smile, then turned and got back into the car.

Du Wei watched her leave, then turned, pushed open the door, and walked in.

Inside,

there was silence, and the lighting was dim.

Du Wei threw his backpack onto the sofa and opened the windows one by one.

Soon, the room became much brighter.

If not for the knowledge that there were two Evil Spirits and an eerie Antique Clock inside, Du Wei would already be receiving patients seeking psychological counseling.

These past few days, he had received quite a few appointments and follow-up consultations from patients he had met before.

At that moment, Du Wei frowned. He sensed something wasn't quite right.

The sound of the clock hands moving became slower and slower.

Suddenly, he looked up at the Antique Clock on the wall.

He saw a piece of paper twisted into a ball, stuck in the clock face, exactly jamming the overlapping hands.

The hands were struggling to move, but to little avail; they grew weaker and weaker.

Finally, they came to a complete stop.

Drip, drip, drip...

From the upstairs bathroom, there was the sound of dripping water as if the faucet hadn't been tightened properly.

The TV on the first floor turned on automatically, flickering with static as if it had lost the signal.

Bang...

All the windows and doors shut simultaneously.

The entire house fell into darkness. Some balance had been broken with the halt of the Antique Clock, and from the shadows, an unhidden malice surged towards Du Wei.