Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

"Hello, Mr. Du Wei, my name is Hannibal, and I am a hunter from the Dusk Bell Church."

Looking at the cold-faced man before him, Hannibal's smile remained unchanged, making him appear very gentlemanly.

"However, please don't be nervous, I have no ill intentions toward you."

Right from the start, Hannibal disclosed his identity and purpose, with no intention of concealing anything.

Du Wei was expressionless, "Hello."

His voice was neither cold nor warm, and as for the other person's words, he didn't believe a single one.

A smile is the best way to lower one's guard because it's affable.

The other person's immediate demeanor made Du Wei somewhat unclear about his approach.

Therefore, he chose an ambiguous attitude, neither hostile nor overly enthusiastic.

In fact, a hunter who didn't hold a high regard for the church should be just like that.

But Hannibal took a good look at Du Wei and, narrowing his eyes, he said, "I think we're of the same kind."

"The same kind?"

Du Wei's tone was somewhat incomprehensible, "Why do you think that?"

Even a hunter is referred to as a person.

'The same kind' refers to a collective concept and also signifies identification.

But he felt that the 'same kind' in the other person's mouth did not refer to hunters.

The next second.

Hannibal said in a friendly tone, "We both study psychology, but I know you are different from the others. Psychologists need affability, yet from your eyes, I only see indifference."

"You always frown unconsciously, and your right hand tends to be half-clenched, which should be related to your Evil Spirit Transformation."

"Also, the index and middle fingers of your left hand are a little off in angle, not looking very natural."

"There is also a lingering scent of smoke on you, so you must have smoked in the car, within the last hour."

With this, Hannibal's gaze imperceptibly shifted downward, "You have been very tense, haven't you?"

It sounded very much like a psychologist's preamble.

Striking first to lead the other by analysis.

But to Du Wei, it was utterly useless.

He was not influenced at all, but instead he laughed, "People who smoke in the car usually tend to roll down the window by habit, with their left hand closest to it."

"People smoke not only because of addiction but most of the time due to stress or anxiety."

"Mr. Hannibal, do you call me 'the same kind' because you're also a smoker? It sounds like you're acting in a play."

Du Wei's eyes showed some disdain, and his original indifference was hidden deeper, not showing the slightest trace.

Instinctively.

He had a strong sense of wariness toward this man named Hannibal.

Even the church's hunter, Alvin Dowqui, hadn't given him this strange feeling.

Hannibal's smile remained unchanged as he stepped in front of Du Wei, pointed to himself gently, and said, "Keep smiling, that was an admonition from my mentor when I was studying psychology."

"And his second admonition was to never deceive others, because your subconscious actions will expose all secrets."

"Your words and your external demeanor are actually a disguise. You are very wary of me, but it has nothing to do with the Dusk Bell."

Hearing this, Du Wei nodded noncommittally, "I agree with you. So, have you discovered my secret?"

Hannibal answered, "Of course, your heart is actually very cold. You hold life in contempt, you disregard rules, and the blood that flows through your heart contains an extreme rationality." Stay updated via My Virtual Library Empire

"At times, the line between rationality and madness can be very blurry."

"You have not yet realized the real you, but I can help you,"

From beginning to end, he never mentioned anything about Du Wei joining the Dusk Bell Church.

Actually, Hannibal now felt his blood boiling, his mind teeming with leaping thoughts.

He thought he had encountered a kindred spirit, but the other had concealed himself so deeply that he had forgotten his true nature.

And this required a bit of help.

At the same time,

Du Wei was also sizing up Hannibal in front of him, a middle-aged man with thinning hair, the most striking feature being his deep-set blue eyes.

Calm, yet mad.

This is a madman...

Du Wei silently labeled Hannibal in his heart.

So, he spoke indifferently, "According to textbooks, a person is a conceptual term, like a ball, the surface is humanity, the interior is animalistic, and everyone possesses a dark side."

"That's why we might have some dark thoughts at times, but our humanity keeps us rational, choosing to restrain our animalistic side."

"Your words could be interpreted for any person,"

Having said that, Du Wei thought for a moment, then suddenly smiled, "I don't think we are the same, rather I think you have fallen into a certain trap. You must know about your mental problems."

Hannibal agreed, "I witnessed my sister being hit by a car and killed when I was ten, and at seventeen, in a car accident while traveling with my parents, only I survived."

"Since then, I have had mental problems, falling into pain and torment. I delved into psychology, wanting to solve my suffering, but I found it meaningless, no one could help me."

As he spoke, the smile on Hannibal's face slowly faded, becoming a bit indifferent.

It seemed that this was his true face.

Du Wei also showed a look of sympathy, "I'm sorry to have brought up such sad memories for you."

That's what he said, but inside he was even more vigilant.

This seemingly tragic Hannibal was completely lying.

Because the tone of his speech was clearly with undertones of psychological suggestion, making the credibility of his words very high…

MOST IMPORTANTLY, Du Wei never considered himself to have any problems.

Suddenly...

Hannibal licked his lips, "Do you think I'm lying?"

Although asking, his words were very certain.

Upon hearing this, Du Wei raised an eyebrow, "Not at all."

Hannibal laughed, "Actually, I don't care what others think, because like you, I've lived in disguise for so long that it's become hard to extract myself, getting lost in the lies I've woven."

At this point, he stretched out his left hand to Du Wei, seemingly wanting to shake hands politely, a gesture of respect.

Du Wei hesitated, but also extended his left hand.

It was like shaking hands to make peace.

But the next second,

The look in both their eyes turned cold and merciless, their right hands almost simultaneously reaching into their pockets and inside their clothes.

Both drew out handguns.

Surrounded by the department store, bustling with people, yet neither spared any concern, guns aimed directly at each other's heads.

The atmosphere suddenly became extremely tense.

Hannibal said with an indifferent tone, "Did you know I was going to make a move?"

Du Wei replied calmly, "I did not."