Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 98 098, Three deans?

when harry voiced his suspicions, james and homier both fell into deep thought.

the possibility wasn't nonexistent.

just one thing puzzled james.

if du wei left behind a signal, why did he make it so covert that they couldn't find it?

could it be some kind of hint?

but that was strangely odd, wasn't it?

they were all exorcists from the church, united in purpose, without any friction or conflict. there was no reason for him to make things difficult at this crucial moment by doing something that would earn no gratitude.

with this thought, james rubbed his forehead in exasperation and said, "let's first find that head. as long as we can seal the medium, everything is bound to return to normal. besides, we've nearly exhausted our supplies for fighting the evil spirit."

this mental hospital had completely surpassed james's understanding, and even the church records contained no mention of such strangeness.

after all, on their way there, they had dealt with seven or eight abnormal corpses, one of which looked exactly like du wei.

it was as if, upon entering the mental hospital, the entire world had been split in two.

one side was safe, and the other was fraught with danger.

after saying this, james pulled something wrapped in a dirty gauze from his backpack, which seemed to be an elongated object based on its silhouette.

when he unwrapped the gauze, its true nature was revealed.

it was an inverse cross necklace, pitch-black and wooden-like in appearance, with letters that seemed to be etched on its surface, but they were completely worn away, obscuring the original message.

this was very odd. for the followers of the church, the inverse cross was a sacrilege, often symbolizing a subversion of faith. in a sense, only cultists would choose to carry such an item.

"this thing gives me a bad feeling. if it weren't for the church's research indicating that it seems to have the evil power to guide people to what they most desire, i would never touch it," james said seriously, then put on the inverse cross necklace with revulsion, closed his eyes, and visualized the nun's head.

his will was firm, but he quickly felt an unusual sensation rise from within his heart, and unheard whispering seemed to emerge beside his ear.

in harry's and homier's eyes, james's complexion became incredibly ghastly, his expression turning fierce as if he were struggling against something with the inverse cross on.

but neither of them made a sound. the source of the inverse cross was untraceable now, only knowing it had an extremely sinister power. in fact, if it weren't for the nun's situation being so dire, the church would not have wanted to use this object.

what they failed to notice was that, above their heads in the vast shadows, more than a dozen hung bodies were silently watching them.

suddenly, a strong wind blew, causing one of the bodies to start swaying, its rope around the neck becoming taut as if about to snap. the hemp of the knotted rope began breaking, one strand at a time.

could it be that the mrs. taylor i've been seeing from the start is a fake?

thinking this, du wei's head began to hurt. all this information, when put together, was simply too confusing to sort out.

the mrs. taylor seen during the day was actually always in the ward while ryan claimed to have seen another mrs. taylor roaming the psychiatric hospital at night.

who is the evil spirit, and who is the person?

even du wei, in such circumstances, couldn't analyze the truth of the matter; the only way was to see mrs. taylor and ask her in person.

so, he immediately asked, "can you take me to see that ward?"

ryan hesitated for a moment and then said, "of course, the director is staying on this floor."

having said that, ryan pointed to a ward at the end of the corridor.

"you see, that's it."

du wei nodded, took out his gun from his pocket, and immediately went towards it.

walking down the corridor, his vision was greatly impaired.

fortunately, there was a row of windows on the left hand side to prevent him from entering the wrong ward.

but as he got closer, he heard a low, husky female prayer.

strangely, the woman's vocal cords seemed to be injured, casting a certain strangeness in her tone.

"it's coming from mrs. taylor's ward."

du wei frowned and immediately made a judgement, but this made him even more confused because the voice of director taylor was nothing like this during the day.

he vaguely felt that he had caught onto something crucial.

du wei couldn't help but quicken his steps, his expression growing colder.

soon, he arrived at the door of the ward.

du wei hesitated for a moment, reached for the doorknob, and gently turned it.

click...

in the ward, the low, husky female prayer stopped abruptly...