Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 118 117, Anchor Point

may 25, 6:20 am, tuesday, clear.

in new york's orlando area, the sun had already risen, and the warm sunshine carried the freshness of the post-rain air, making it extremely refreshing.

a delivery truck slowly pulled into a parking spot.

du wei took out the taxi fare from his wallet and handed it to the driver, saying, "thank you for bringing me back to new york."

the driver was a stout, middle-aged white man. he hesitated for a moment, only took one bill and said, "you gave too much, sir. i was supposed to take you to the north brook district. i can't take so much money from you."

du wei did not insist, "since it is so, then i wish you a happy life."

the driver smiled and said, "i wish you a happy life too."

...

stepping on the solid road, du wei looked up at the sky.

it was a cloudless sky, and the sun shone brightly.

the torrential rain had stopped completely after one night, and according to the latest weather forecast, there would be a long stretch of clear and sunny weather.

that meant the next appearance of the bus would be a long time away.

"this night has indeed been long..."

du wei said softly, his current state was not good.

there was fatigue, as well as the reasons for the loss of humanity.

having dealt with the nun and weakened the curse, he could finally relax his nerves, but this brought with it several latent dangers.

firstly, the curse might revive over time.

the evil spirits at home were also like huge landmines buried, although they would not explode for the time being, they constantly reminded du wei that there were many things he still had to do.

suddenly...

du wei's complexion turned exceedingly awful, hunched over with a strong sense of nausea.

the right hand underwent uncontrollable evil spirit transformation, a chilling sensation appeared stealthily, but the next second returned to normal.

the random passersby on the street did not notice the changes in him, but someone came over and asked with concern.

"hey... sir, you look very unwell. do you need help?"

"thank you... but i'm fine."

du wei lifted his head and glanced at the other person—it was a fair-haired young man with a few pimples on his face, giving off an impression of a college student fresh out of school.

he tried to make a friendly smile, but his face was full of indifference, making the other person somewhat awkward.

"alright, sir, if you're feeling very uncomfortable, there's a private clinic nearby, you might want to consult them."

"okay..."

father tony sighed, "he's temporarily blind. he saw the eyes of that head, but he should recover."

du wei fell silent for a moment and then said, "i hope he's okay. what about james and the others?"

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father tony answered, "they are not seriously injured, but they can't stay in new york anymore. there's been an issue in massas, and they are pulling people over."

du wei asked curiously, "massas?"

"yes, but you've just joined the church, you don't need to go to such places. we'll talk in detail when you come to the church. be prepared, you might become the one responsible for evil spirit incidents in new york."

"...alright."

after hanging up the phone, du wei intended to put his phone in his pocket and hail a cab back to north brook district, but he stopped.

he opened his contacts list, and his gaze lingered on alex's name for a while.

hmm...

from the time he got out of the car until now, he had not sent a single message to alex.

after all, it was late at night, and disturbing someone's sleep was not a good idea.

so, he thought for a moment and composed a message.

[i'm back]

...

meanwhile.

in furman district.

at alex's home.

alex had just fallen asleep not long ago when the vibration of her phone suddenly woke her up.

she forced her azure eyes open, the whites suffused with blood vessels, looking somewhat haggard.

"ah... damn it, who's texting me at this time... i've had less than four hours of sleep combined in the past two days."

after complaining, as soon as alex saw the message notification from du wei, her expression became complicated.

there was undeniable joy but also anger, resentment, and intense annoyance!

ever since she received that message from du wei on the weekend night, she was full of worries and had insomnia for two days straight.

she didn't know where du wei had gone or if he had run into any trouble.

even alex couldn't help but report to the police. however, for some reason, the officer named tom, who took the report, did not follow up, making her worry to death.

she took a deep breath, glanced at the content of the message, and then she felt even more annoyed.

because it was indeed very short, just one sentence: i'm back.