Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 47 047, it's Annabelle (asking for votes and favorites)

"Why do I feel this sense of familiarity?"

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Du Wei muttered to himself as he scrutinized the wax figure of the white male with a scrutinizing gaze.

His memory had always been excellent.

He could generally remember the plots of books he had read over the past five or six years, and images and videos that made a deep impression were even less likely to be forgotten.

People who evoked a sense of familiarity in him were usually those he had met several times or talked to.

As he looked at the blurry face of the wax figure, Du Wei squinted, pulled out a silver crucifix dagger, and stabbed it straight in.

As soon as the dagger pierced the wax seal covering the face of the figure, he felt a sense of resistance.

It was like he had hit the soft tissue of a human body.

Du Wei's hand paused for a moment, then he pulled out the dagger, bringing out a strand of fresh blood.

"Is it a person?"

Staring at the blood stained on the dagger's blade, Du Wei's expression was very subtle.

"Bob, or another man?"

In the Horror House, the only men Du Wei had encountered were these two; it was impossible for others to appear here, so it had to be one of them.

So, Du Wei simply used the dagger to cut open the sealed wax covering the face of the wax figure, this time he controlled the force so skillfully that he did not hurt the skin.

"Is it you?!"

When the face of the wax figure was revealed, Bob's other male companion came into view.

Of course, he was already dead.

Du Wei looked at the corpse turned into a wax figure, his gaze flickered slightly, then he regained his calm and indifference.

He was somewhat puzzled as to why this body had appeared in the Wax Museum.

Now, every aspect within the entire Horror House was controlled by Evil Spirits or ghosts, and all the thrills and horror that people wanted to experience were very real.

But even if one really encountered an Evil Spirit and died at their hands, they shouldn't appear right in front of him.

"This doesn't make sense."

Du Wei silently said to himself, and no longer looked at the body turned into a wax figure.

Earlier, when he was lingering outside the Wax Museum in Spirit Vision state, he did not detect the presence of an Evil Spirit.

Initially, he was somewhat puzzled, but now he thought that this situation was somewhat similar to that of the Undead Mummy.

With this in mind, Du Wei walked toward the other wax figures.

Each wax figure was lifelike, with a variety of forms.

Some were students, some were children, and others were working staff and adults of different identities.

Under the state of Spirit Vision, he found nothing abnormal, which meant there was no presence of Evil Spirits.

But this did not lessen the vigilance in Du Wei's mind.

Because he detected a faint scent of blood.

During his university days when he majored in forensic science, apart from attending regular classes, he spent the rest of his time dealing with corpses.

With time, this had almost become an instinct.

Now, upon detecting the scent of blood, Du Wei looked around at the pitch-black environment and involuntarily conjured up an image in his mind.

In the darkness beyond his sight, there might be bodies either lying down, standing, or piled on top of each other, each with a horrific death, dripping with blood.

"I need to speed up."

Shaking his head, Du Wei crouched down and, using the faint light from the lighter, inspected the ground around him.

He needed to find a way out.

"Found it."

In the dim light cast by the lighter, Du Wei saw many messy footprints. Although there weren't too many, it was clear that the people who had previously been here must have been frightened out of their wits by the oppressive darkness surrounding them.

Next, he found the most concentrated set of footprints, all moving in one direction, and followed them.

The Horror House would not create an environment with no way out; its purpose was only to provide visitors with a sense of thrill and let them enjoy the fun of completing the challenge.

If there really was a dead end, it would be a mockery of its visitors, and it would be almost impossible for it to have stayed in business until now.

Therefore, with a bit of time, he was certain to find an exit.

Moreover, Du Wei did not sense the presence of Evil Spirits, so he followed normal logic and, after some analysis, chose the quickest path.

Three minutes later.

Du Wei touched a cold, damp metal door, and with his lighter, he waved it around nearby and saw a handle.

He grabbed it and lightly pulled.

The sound of mechanical operation immediately followed.

The next second, blinding light flooded in.

Du Wei turned his face away, shielding his eyes from the light, and after getting used to it, his pupils abruptly narrowed.

He saw that before him was a room styled like something from the mid-last century.

What was surprising, however, was the multitude of dolls replacing the areas that should have been decorated with ornaments.

And at the doorway of the room was a chair placed.

Under the Spirit Vision state, a woman in a filthy, unkempt gown was sitting there, facing sideways to Du Wei, watching the door outside expressionlessly.

In her arms, she held a doll about forty centimeters long, with large eyes and cheeks painted with rouge, maintaining a smiling arc that felt exceedingly eerie.

It was Annabelle...