Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Hannibal was in a lot of pain now.

He really didn't want to kill Du Wei, but he found himself being chased and shot at by Du Wei.

Yet, those bullets that should have been useless against him were mysteriously able to cause him harm. It made no sense whatsoever.

Apart from the few Evil Spirit Flintlocks held by the church, there were no such firearms in the world that had any effect on Evil Spirits.

He knew this had to do with that Coin.

But still...

Suddenly, Hannibal felt that there was something seriously wrong with his fellow kind.

Compared to him, he might as well have been a normal human being.

What kind of hunter carried so many Evil Spirits with them?

Once things went south, you wouldn't even know how you died.

He ran,

Turning his head back to look at the man chasing after him.

Thud...

The response was another bullet.

Blood splattered as his left shoulder was shot again.

This time, however, Hannibal noticed a skull-faced Evil Spirit materializing behind Du Wei. Looking into its pitch-black eye sockets made his soul tremble.

Another Evil Spirit...

Even with his composure, he couldn't help but curse, "Fuck, why hasn't the church locked you up? Have they lost their minds? Don't they realize that once you die, those Evil Spirits will absolutely lose control, and a huge problem will arise."

Du Wei remained silent, his eyes bloodshot as he fixed a dead stare on Hannibal.

He knew that Hannibal wanted to turn him into one of them, so he wouldn't use a gun to kill him, but Du Wei had no such scruples.

Killing him, making him an Evil Spirit, would greatly increase the odds of success when dealing with Evil Spirit Du Wei.

At that moment,

A landmark building appeared ahead.

It was a medium-sized house, only two stories high, coated on the outside with red paint. It looked oddly out of place, as if it didn't belong in the world reflected in the mirrors, because it was very new.

Hannibal narrowed his eyes and curved his lips into a sinister smile.

He was aware of the existence of the Mirror Evil Spirit.

So,

Hannibal cast all caution to the wind and ran toward the building, pretending to be exhausted with a staggering gait.

Behind him,

The eyes on Du Wei's mask became increasingly terrifying, blood-red and oozing thick malice.

They were the eyes of the Shadow.

If it wasn't for his reluctance to confront Hannibal directly, to avoid an unexpected situation, he would have already let the Shadow take over his body and act.

Yet,

While resisting the malice in his mind, Du Wei had to maintain his control, making Pennywise in the sky grow stronger and stronger.

"Let's see who dies first."

He said this and followed Hannibal into the distinctively different building.

Hannibal had the confidence of the undying.

While Du Wei had as perfect a plan as possible.

A case of one gaining while the other loses.

It wasn't that he was courting death; he had been forced to this point and could no longer turn back.

...

Clang

The door slammed shut.

After Du Wei entered the building, the sight in front of him made him narrow his eyes.

Everywhere he looked, there were double-faced mirrors standing upright.

Above his head and beneath his feet, the mirrors were exactly the same.

The building seemed to be made entirely of mirrors.

Every mirror reflected Du Wei's appearance at that moment.

Turning around, the door through which he had entered had disappeared at some point, replaced by a mirror.

"Is this the Mirror Evil Spirit's territory?"

Du Wei's voice was low. Though it was a question, his words were filled with certainty.

Suddenly,

Hannibal's voice rang out, "You guessed right, but this must be what you wanted, right? I don't think you'd set the stage here just to kill me."

Du Wei frowned, looking around, but aside from the mirrors reflecting his own image, he saw no trace of Hannibal.

There was no trace of blood on the ground.

It was as if he had disappeared.

"Stop looking, I'm hiding behind a mirror, if you can find me, I don't mind giving you a chance to kill me,"

"But I think, before that, you will be unmasked and become one of my kind."

After these words, a deep, sinister laugh followed, conveying a bloodthirsty oppressiveness.

"Just a heads up, the Mirror Evil Spirit is also here."

Hearing this, Du Wei twisted his neck and flipped the coin in his left hand again.

It was heads again…

Behind him, the skeletal Evil Spirit solidified a bit, but the shadow that loomed over Du Wei had quietly thinned...

Using a Coin, even if it represents the lucky heads side, still comes at a cost.

There is no such thing as a free lunch, only bargains and being bargained with.

Of course, Du Wei was instinctively cautious about such things, even when using a Coin, he did so within the shell of a shadow.

And the one being bargained with was naturally the shadow.

Du Wei ignored the shadow, and he also ignored the skeletal Evil Spirit.

After staring at the Coin for a second, he tossed it again.

Luck can be stacked.

Luck doubled.

Immediately afterward,

Du Wei no longer hesitated, took the gun, and randomly aimed at a mirror, firing the shot.

He had four bullets left; once they were used up, he would need to reload.

Therefore, this shot was just a probe.

Behind one of the mirrors, Hannibal leaned against it, his wounds healing rapidly, as he was about to keep talking and leading Du Wei on.

But with a bang, many mirrors to his left were pierced and shattered by the bullet.

One after another.

Hannibal squinted, he had deliberately picked a tricky position to avoid Du Wei's shots.

However, what he did not expect was,

Suddenly, a piece of mirror, inexplicably in its airborne dance, got struck by another fragment and hurtled towards his position. Continue your journey on My Virtual Library Empire

As fate would have it,

This piece hit the mirror he was leaning against, and mysteriously, that mirror shattered on the spot.

He was exposed…

Hannibal immediately ran away.

At the entrance,

Du Wei sharply turned his head, his gaze toward Hannibal's position, and even with the cover of mirrors, he pinpointed the general area.

"I've found you…"

No sooner had he spoken did Du Wei rush over without hesitation.

At the same time, he put away the gun and pulled out the Dagger from beneath his trench coat.

He looked more like some kind of psychopathic killer than Hannibal did.

In that place,

The mirror reflections of Du Wei's back, all of a sudden…

The Du Wei in the mirror turned his head, touched the mask on his face and waved the Dagger.

Meanwhile,

At the spot where Hannibal had just been, after his departure, the reflections in those mirrors suddenly blinked and revealed a creepy and sinister smile.

This game wasn't just between the two of them.

Now, a third party had begun to join in.

The game, at that moment, truly began.

…

At this time,

In the world within the mirrors,

The red balloon floating up in the sky began to slowly descend.

Just before it landed, a hand covered in greasepaint grabbed the string attached to the balloon.

A monstrous clown—none other than Pennywise—let out a horrifying laugh.

It gazed ahead at the building and walked towards it, step by step.

Behind it, a vast army mobilized, with thousands of lifeless puppets, imposters of Evil Spirits like Mary Shaw trailing close behind.