Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

If shadows could speak, they would surely curse Du Wei with venomous hate.

But they could not.

When Du Wei put on the mask, the shadow unguardedly appeared in the world of the mirror.

It had become the Masked Evil Spirit by nature.

Once Du Wei put on the mask, the bloodshot eyes were both the shell and the shadow.

Therefore.

Du Wei staring at the little girl on the swing was tantamount to the shadow also fixating on her.

The target appeared.

Malice surged like a tide, recklessly emanating from Du Wei's shell.

The shadow stared unrelentingly at the little girl, its malice growing ever more intense.

Feeling the evil thoughts swirling in his mind, Du Wei suddenly had a bold idea.

If the shadow controlled his body and followed its killing method, perhaps it could come up with something new.

So, Du Wei simply handed over control of his body to the shadow.

After all, he could reclaim it at any time.

The next second.

The shadow seemed stunned for a moment, looking down at its hands as if caught in a state of confusion.

These hands weren't its own.

The little girl on the swing beside it was still facing away from the shadow.

The shadow hesitated, its malevolence turned chilling and violent; it reached out and walked behind the little girl.

And then.

Its hands clasped tightly around her head.

A gentle twist…

Crrack, the entire head was effortlessly plucked off.

There was no resistance; the process was as easeful as if it were all just a dream.

The shadow froze in place.

It held the head high aloft.

Du Wei also observed the head from a third-person perspective.

The entire head was a desiccated gray color, looking as if it had been completely dehydrated, and most importantly, the expression was one of terror, as if it had seen something horrifying just before death.

Meanwhile, atop the swing, the headless torso still sat.

The swing swayed.

The scene became all the more eerie.

Du Wei took a deep breath and promptly wrested back control of his body.

The shadow didn't even have time to react before it was squeezed out again, reduced to a mere shell enveloping him.

"So, what exactly are you?"

Du Wei nonchalantly tossed the head aside, surveying the surroundings through his mask.

A withered tree, a swing.

And then there was nothing.

Suddenly…

Du Wei chuckled, pulling out the mirror he had used before and reflecting the scene in front of him.

There wasn't much change from before, still the withered tree and the swing,

but under Spirit Vision, Du Wei saw in the mirror the reflection of the little girl's torso.

"So you're outside the mirror…"

Having said that, Du Wei turned and walked away.

No matter how bizarre this thing was, the shadow had already twisted off its head, so the notion of not being able to leave was utterly non-existent.

But this gave Du Wei a wake-up call.

The little girl's corpse was actually outside the mirror, yet by removing her head inside the mirror, even if she was outside, she would die all the same.

More importantly, she could not detect herself at all.

This confirmed Du Wei's prior idea of killing Hannibal.

However, this seemed to present an obvious bug.

A mirror split the world in two.

If Du Wei entered the mirror from outside, then his reflection in the mirror should not have vanished. Explore more adventures at My Virtual Library Empire

That is to say, there was still a reflection of Du Wei outside the mirror.

With this thought in mind,

Du Wei quickened his pace, his intuition telling him that what lay beyond the mirror was not merely a simple reflection, but likely the Mirror Evil Spirit itself.

...

Outside the mirror,

within the shop,

Hannibal had already arrived on the second floor.

In the middle of the second floor stood a mirror as tall as a man.

The area was deserted.

Hannibal took a deep breath, savoring the scents in the air.

The moniker of Cannibalistic Ogre brought him not just the fear of others, but also a heightened sense of smell.

He was very familiar with the scent of humans.

Yet at this moment, Hannibal could not detect any human scent.

The smile at the corner of his mouth became more pronounced as he walked up to the mirror and started to size up his reflection.

It appeared as if he were checking his own appearance.

"In this desolate district, any mirror can become a medium for the Evil Spirit, this is their home ground."

"So, you are not Du Wei, but the Mirror Evil Spirit."

Hannibal spoke in a relaxed, elegant and gentlemanly manner, as if, to him, this was nothing more than a farce.

Suddenly,

a figure slowly walked into the large mirror in front of him.

He carried a bag and wore a face of indifference.

It was Du Wei.

Seeing this, the darkness in Hannibal's eyes deepened, and he turned around.

In an instant,

"Du Wei," unbeknownst to him, had already appeared behind him.

Hannibal, with an unchanged expression, said faintly, "It seems although you arrived here ten minutes before I did, your luck isn't that great. So, you should be inside the mirror, and this one in front of me is just a poor imposter."

He knew that this Du Wei was definitely not one of his own kind, but the Mirror Evil Spirit.

And the Mirror Evil Spirit, which resembled Du Wei's reflection, revealed a sinister smile.

Without any apparent movement, it appeared before him at a speed Hannibal couldn't react to and clutched his throat with both hands.

Hannibal showed a bloodthirsty smile to it, "I've always detested dealing with Evil Spirits, because your scent is truly too foul."

As soon as his words fell,

the Mirror Evil Spirit froze, hastily released its grip in an attempt to flee, but as it stepped back, both arms inexplicably broke off from the shoulders.

The legs did the same.

Then, the head...

If it wasn't for the absence of blood, the whole scene would have been extremely gory and cruel.

Because this was dismemberment.

In this moment, the Cannibalistic Ogre revealed the brutality hidden beneath his elegant facade.

He took a step forward.

The head of the Mirror Evil Spirit suddenly flashed him an eerie smile.

Then, the dismembered limbs, along with its torso, shattered all at once, scattering like shards of a broken mirror.

Hannibal lowered his flat cap with one hand to shield himself from the flying fragments.

In addition to the Evil Spirit Transformation, hunters possess unique abilities, but few have the power to directly affect reality.

Or more precisely, they cannot impact reality as directly as Evil Spirits can.

"Let's see where you ran off to..."

Hannibal licked his lips, and his blue eyes slowly filled with blood vessels.

His mental state had always been quite unstable.

But because of his accomplishments in psychology, he had been able to maintain control.

However, once he started to act, he became a combination of brutality and reason.

No one and no Evil Spirit could escape from his hands.

"Something's not right."

Hannibal narrowed his eyes and turned to look at the mirror behind him.

In the mirror,

Du Wei reached for a gun, his face expressionless as he gazed at Hannibal and pulled the trigger.