Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 85 085, Competing for

"Answer me, what are you afraid of? Is it me?"

When they heard Du Wei's familiar voice fall again, the expressions on the faces of James and his companions turned exceedingly ugly, their path of retreat already sealed off by the shadows, with an even more terrifying presence in front of them.

In such a situation, even the most experienced Exorcist would probably have never encountered it!

What was more fatal was that James felt that the Evil Spirit behind seemed to be controlled by the Evil Spirit possessing Du Wei.

Fortunately, the camera had captured the existence of another Evil Spirit, preventing it from taking action for the time being and leaving a sliver of room for easing the tension.

"Uncle James, what should we do now?"

Homier was tightly wound, feeling terrible at the moment, and if it weren't for the fact that she couldn't leave the clinic, she would even have thoughts of running as far as possible.

Harry was even worse off, though he was comparatively calm, he was also much more sensitive than the others. In his state of Spirit Vision, he felt that he was very likely to die here.

"We do as the real Mr. Du Wei said, we have no other choice. If we really can't handle it, we can use those things."

He was referring to the items used to deal with the nun, the special items that sealed the nun's medium.

Harry and Homier nodded in succession, all staring intently at the approaching Evil Spirit Du Wei.

At this very moment, he stopped in the safe zone created by the Broken Blade, murmuring like a nightmare's whisper, "Why should you fear me? I am the Evil Spirit, but also Du Wei; if you had not come in again, I wouldn't have killed you."

Speaking thus, he suddenly laughed, leaning forward and entering the safe zone, "But fear and other negative emotions are nourishment for Evil Spirits, so... you're going to die."

As his words ended, a web of blood vessels began to spread in the eyes of the Evil Spirit Du Wei, making him look even more ferocious, like a transformation from a gentleman of high society to a cold-blooded murderous maniac.

In James's eyes, as Du Wei leaned forward into the safe zone created by the Broken Blade, that unmistakable malice surged forth like a tidal wave, trying to engulf everything.

Huge swathes of shadows seemed to have received a signal, wildly starting to spread.

The whole house was about to be swallowed by darkness, and the little light that remained was rapidly shrinking.

"We can't wait any longer, take action!"

James issued the command and charged directly at Du Wei while gripping the Broken Blade.

Harry followed closely, holding the rope that could deal with Evil Spirits.

She couldn't even utter the date, February 16.

Then, Homier felt that the hand on the back of her neck was tightening slightly, and the creepy sound of the grinding joints made one's flesh crawl.

She felt like a lab rat, with no control over her own life and death, manipulated at will by others, only now that person had become the Evil Spirit Du Wei.

The only thought in Homier's mind was that she was definitely going to die.

But in the next second.

She suddenly felt the hand on the back of her neck release her with a jolt.

Instinctively, she lunged forward, rolling onto the ground.

Immediately after, she touched something—it felt like a backpack.

At the same time, the light inside the room became bright, and turning her head, Homier saw the Evil Spirit Du Wei's retreating figure.

Behind him, James and Harry had started to act at some point.

A rope was looped around the chest of the Evil Spirit Du Wei, which Harry held tightly in his hand, desperately pulling backwards.

James was holding a cross, aiming it at the Evil Spirit Du Wei's forehead.

He shouted solemnly, "Leave this man's body, in the name of the Lord, all sinners shall be redeemed, and all evil shall cease to exist."

The Evil Spirit Du Wei looked down at the rope that bound his chest, his smile remaining constant.

Then, he looked at James and said softly, "Why should I leave this body? I possess Du Wei's memories, his personality, his behaviors. I am Du Wei, and Du Wei is me."

Having said that, the Evil Spirit Du Wei suddenly extended his Right Hand, grabbed the rope, and with just a gentle tug, Harry was pulled over by a tremendous force.

Seeing this, James charged forward. He aimed the cross at the Evil Spirit Du Wei's forehead and continued to shout loudly, "Get out! Return the body to him!!"

The Evil Spirit Du Wei, with Harry now in his grasp, looked at James with an unusual gaze upon hearing these words.

"It's useless; there is only my will in this body. No matter how much effort you waste, I will not leave my own body."

As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed the cross, squeezing it forcefully until it deformed, the sharp ends piercing into his palm and causing blood to flow incessantly.

"See, this is of no use to me."