Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 86 086. Take Back the Body (Please Recommend and Collect)

In the room, James eerily floated up, some fifty centimeters off the ground, his face flushed red as he clutched his throat, gasping for air.

Meanwhile, Harry was hoisted high by the collar, lifted up by the Evil Spirit Du Wei.

At that moment, the Evil Spirit Du Wei's face maintained a detached smile, but his eyes were filled with bloodshot veins, creating a terrifying visage.

Throughout this process, his actions and demeanor always possessed an indescribable elegance.

If one were to overlook the abnormalities, he indeed appeared quite the gentleman.

Suddenly...

The smile on the Evil Spirit Du Wei's face abruptly froze, and he turned his head to look behind him.

Somehow, Homier had already unzipped his backpack and taken out the mask, cracked all over, with only the eye area left open and devoid of any other facial features.

"You want to put that mask on me? But I don't like it," he said.

As the words landed, James fell heavily to the ground, his eyes bulging, his face red and congested. He clutched his neck, gasping for breath, the pain from the lack of oxygen nearly rendering his mind blank, incapable of reacting.

Harry fared worse, casually flung by the Evil Spirit Du Wei against the wall like throwing away trash, his forearm and elbow bending at an unnatural angle.

"Fuck... my arm..."

As Harry fell to the ground, the agony of his dislocated arm made him open his mouth wide in a horrific scream, completely shedding his previous composure.

The dark shadow that had been standing by the door moved slightly, now directly facing James.

The shadow's first target was Du Wei, the most relentless of all the Evil Spirits, and the one most determined to destroy Du Wei.

But it wouldn't give up on other targets either.

The Annabelle in the display cabinet quivered slightly.

As if sensing something, the hands on the Antique Clock hanging on the wall paused momentarily.

Annabelle returned to calm, and the shadow stopped moving as well, standing ominously at the door.

However, the Evil Spirit Du Wei seemed indifferent to these occurrences, instead taking elegant steps toward Homier.

"I possess Du Wei's memories, personality, and behavioral logic. Do you think you stand a chance to put that mask on me? Moreover, I sense fear in you."

Most importantly, this persona named Du Wei had been deliberately stripped of some information during its construction.

In other words, what the Evil Spirit believed to be Du Wei was merely its assumption...

Senior year... February 16... the dissection room... that familiar corpse...

The Evil Spirit Du Wei's body trembled, and he knelt on the ground. His complexion was dire, the color in his eyes gradually becoming dull and dark, like Mrs. Mina who had been possessed by another Evil Spirit, but it did not seem to have progressed to that extent yet.

Seeing this, James and Harry immediately pounced on him, one pressing a crucifix to his forehead, while the other, enduring the pain in his arm, combined forces to bind Du Wei's limbs tightly with a rope.

Their action startled the Evil Spirit Du Wei from his chaotic thoughts, and he immediately began to struggle fiercely, his eyes growing increasingly dark.

Upon seeing this, Homier quickly placed a mask on the face of the Evil Spirit Du Wei.

In an instant...

The Evil Spirit Du Wei's body froze, the mask seemingly fused with his face, tightly adhering to it.

"Hurry, take him to the washroom."

Homier anxiously shouted, and James and Harry immediately nodded, lifting the Evil Spirit Du Wei up and rushing to the second floor.

...

The door to the washroom was pushed open once again.

The three men carried the Evil Spirit Du Wei, who seemed to be on standby, into the room.

In a flash, they saw in the mirror the expressionless face, full of bloody veins but chillingly rational, the infuriatingly composed Du Wei.

This eerie scene made James and Harry's scalp tingle. Had it not been for Homier's prior information, nobody would believe that the one in the mirror was the real Du Wei.

Then, to the shock of the three men, the Du Wei in the mirror suddenly changed. His face became ferocious in an instant, his eyes turned thoroughly black, he lowered his head, and a thick malevolence emanated from the mirror.

"What's going on? Is that Evil Spirit in the mirror?"

"Yes... Although you put the mask on him in advance, fortunately, it didn't affect the outcome too much."

Du Wei, with his hands and feet bound, raised his head, his tone as calm as ever, and then turned to look at James and the others. His gaze paused for a moment when it reached James' throat and Harry's dislocated arm.

"Now, please untie me and leave this room. I need to deal with this Evil Spirit."