Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

In New York City.

The sky was gloomy, and it was morning, and it was about to dawn.

The heavy rain was continuous.

Pedestrians are hardly visible on the street.

Everything reveals an atmosphere of tranquility and silence.

At present, all the evil spirits in this city have all disappeared for various reasons.

In a sense, New York is the safest city known.

Suddenly...

Above the sky, a bright white thunder and lightning flashed across the night sky.

The sky is bright.

In the gloomy sky, the illusory outline of the horror house quietly emerged, and then disappeared without a trace in the next second.

No one saw it at all.

And at the entrance of an irregular underground bar in the red light district.

Tom sat at the door with a dull face, bloodshot eyes.

Since being pulled to the red light district by Father Tony the day before yesterday, he has spent the most difficult and painful long time of his life.

Father Tony didn't know Tom's suffering. During the day, the two were busy with their own affairs, but at night, they were nostalgic in the red light district.

Of course, only Father Tony is really hi.

But Tom was suffering, he was jealous and hated.

I wanted to leave several times, but I couldn't find a suitable excuse.

Can't tell Father Tony, he's dying, right?

So I can only boil.

"**! When will I be tall in such a day! Good brother, you come back quickly, I have defeated everything by myself, it is too difficult for me!"

Tom's voice was very sad, tears gleaming in his eyes.

"I knew this was the case. I am bragging about the **** Father Tony, I might as well comfort myself at home!"

"The mad woman of Vinda! You wait for me, I will make you pay..."

Tom wiped his tears, took a deep breath, and made a decision in his heart.

Then, he took out his cell phone and called his boss: "Head, I suspect that the cultists we imprisoned have not explained clearly, I apply to be transferred to work in the women's prison!"

…

On the other side of New York City, a bus dragged the reflection of West Ghana by quickly passing by.

The House of Horrors has been in hot pursuit.

And in the bus.

Du Wei is still tossing a coin for the evil spirit driver.

of course.

He has now changed a physical target, and the previous evil spirit driver made him feel very uncomfortable.

After flipping a coin for half an hour, the chance of bad luck is only 10%.

It doesn't make sense at all.

Contrast can produce a gap.

Du Wei and Sombra combined, compared with the evil spirit driver in a suit, it was completely black.

He thinks this is very abnormal.

But there is no way to give a reasonable explanation.

Therefore, he had to give up the evil spirit driver who was full of luck and switched to another target.

Fortunately, the new goal is not so lucky.

It was dark all the way.

Throw it once or twice, it is estimated to be GG.

As for the evil spirit driver with great luck.

Du Wei has marked it.

Perhaps at some point, it can play a strange role.

At this time.

The coin has been tossed.

When it fell into the palm of the new evil driver, it happened to be the opposite.

For an instant.

An extremely strange feeling emerged in Du Wei's heart.

He backed away sharply.

I saw the evil spirit driver in front of him exuding a strange aura.

The coldness was replaced by something strange.

This evil spirit driver originally had an extremely pale complexion, but now it is black from head to toe.

Ok…

It’s not just the Yintang that’s getting black...

Behind the head of the evil spirit driver.

The sickle was tightly attached to its neck, and the black mist spread down from the sickle, gradually enveloping it completely.

This scene looks like, bad luck seems to be something.

From concept to reality.

Then, the sickle moved.

It was like a pair of invisible big hands, pressing a sickle against the evil spirit driver's neck, and directly passed through it.

Immediately afterwards, I saw that the black mist disappeared.

Even the evil spirit driver with the package disappeared without a trace.

The bus that was moving suddenly seemed to feel something, and the speed of the bus suddenly slowed down.

Immediately afterwards, the roof lights went out.

A horror to the extreme, as long as it touches it, the sight that makes the soul tremble, condenses on Du Wei.

It's not the same as he thought.

It seems that the bus is going to do something to him.

In the darkness, Du Wei's breathing was a bit short, and the peace in his eyes was even more sullen. He put on the mask on his face, holding a flintlock rifle, and ready to shoot.

Can be the next second.

Du Wei felt as if he had been sapped, and the scene in front of him became blurred and distorted.

Consciousness plunged into darkness.

Didi...

The roof lights come on again.

Only twelve evil spirit drivers remained in the carriage.

But part of the reflection of this city quietly escaped from the control of the bus, and disappeared.

…

June 18.

10 o'clock in the morning.

The rain in Jedkla State has stopped.

The moisture in the air is quickly evaporated by the hot high temperature, making it even more dull.

suddenly…

In a public toilet in this city.

Du Wei's figure appeared quietly.

He was tight, holding a flintlock in one hand and a clown card in the other.

This posture looks a little weird.

"I was kicked out again?"

His voice was a little hoarse.

Shouldn't...

Du Wei put away the flintlock and the clown card, he pushed open the toilet door in a daze, full of doubts in his heart.

Just at that time.

He could clearly feel that the bus really planned to kill himself, but why was he kicked out and returned alive...

reality?

"Where is this place?"

Du Wei frowned and glanced around: "The bathroom?"

He took out his phone and took a look. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

The battery is low, GPS positioning shows that this is West Ghana in Jedkla State.

Inexplicable.

Du Wei's eyes were a little strange.

He probably knew what was going on.

The evil driver is the anchor of the bus, stabilizing the reflection of the city of Western Ghana.

He killed an evil spirit driver with bad luck, so the reflection of the city had a problem.

Anchor points cannot anchor the target.

Therefore, I returned to reality with the reflection of that city.

But this also doesn't make sense.

"There is a problem with the bus..."

Du Wei squinted his eyes and walked out of the bathroom.

The weather outside was fine, but it did not take away the haze from his heart.

This is a headache.

He has an instinct that if he gets in the car next time, he will probably die on it.

In other words, the bus that I used to run has become a deadly trap. Although I don't know what it wants to do, I must never get on the bus again.

But embarrassingly, Du Wei has now marked the bus and the evil driver.

Unless he doesn't use the marking ability in his life, he will definitely meet the bus next time.

Du Wei looked at his right hand, he stood motionless under the sun.

It took a while before he said, "If this is the case, then the next time I activate the mark, it will be when I confront Du Wei, the evil spirit."

"Although these troubles are on me now, they will become it after that time."

"It won't let this body die, so it will face the bus, and even face the house of horror that is in hot pursuit.