Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

"How do you wish to die?"

Beneath the mask, the voice lacked an iota of emotion, cold to the extreme.

Hannibal looked at the "Du Wei" in front of him and laughed maniacally, "Is this your true nature? I can't believe I'm actually feeling fear, how incredible."

"Unfortunately for you, I've deceived you again, you can't kill me."

"But now, I have a counterpart."

Hannibal trembled with fear, excitement, and other complex emotions.

He had truly been alone for too long.

Since birth, he had never encountered any being of his kind, not even the Dusk Bell hunters or so-called professional psychiatrists; in his eyes, they were merely food.

Human life was as insignificant as weeds.

Across from him.

The Evil Spirit Du Wei stared at Hannibal, its cold malevolence locking him in a death grip.

"A counterpart? This world only needs one of me."

With that.

The Evil Spirit Du Wei stood up, reached out to Hannibal, and slightly clenched his hand.

Hannibal, however, said with a smile, "This must be your Evil Spirit Transformation Ability, too bad it doesn't work on me…"

Before he could finish, Hannibal's mouth spurted blood, his body floated in the air, contorting and deforming as if crushed by an invisible colossal force.

"Evil Spirit Transformation Ability? It seems you must be a hunter, what does the other me want to do? Use you to fight against me?"

Evil Spirit Du Wei had been assimilating the Joker Card and had essentially cut off contact with the outside world.

It was unaware of what had happened, only feeling a voice constantly whispering in its ear, causing great irritation and anger.

It turned its head to glance around, and upon seeing those black mirrored surfaces, it let out a mocking laugh.

"How interesting…"

After saying that.

The hand of the Evil Spirit Du Wei that was extended suddenly clenched tight.

The next second.

With a boom.

Hannibal was crushed to pieces, his blood and bones mixing into a mist of gore.

He was dead beyond dead.

Not even given the chance to become an Evil Spirit.

The Evil Spirit Du Wei narrowed its eyes, "So where is the other me?"

"Why do I feel like I now completely own this body, is he dead?"

The Evil Spirit Du Wei was puzzled.

This situation seemed to have encountered some unexpected complications, even it couldn't ascertain.

However.

For the Evil Spirit Du Wei, this wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

It touched the mask on its face and suddenly laughed, "Now this body is mine, no matter what plans you have, there's no chance for you to turn the tables."

It also looked at those mirrors, but it seemed that no abnormalities occurred.

The mechanism of the Mirror Evil Spirit had completely failed to function.

Tap tap tap...

Footsteps echoed.

The Evil Spirit Du Wei, carrying a backpack and wearing the mask, slowly walked away.

Along the way.

All the white eyes inside those mirrors closed, the dark reflective surfaces casting its figure, terrifying and powerful.

But before it had walked far.

Suddenly, the Evil Spirit Du Wei's gaze became intensely dangerous.

In front of it...

An Evil Spirit wearing a circus clown costume, holding a red balloon, let out a terrifying laugh.

Behind it, stood countless dolls and even more dangerous Evil Spirits.

There were nuns, shadows, the Evil Spirit Squad...

All the Evil Spirits that held a grudge against Du Wei, whether dead or alive, had been created.

Seeing this scene, the Evil Spirit Du Wei said in a cold tone, "Is he planning to use you against me? What a laughable idea."

After speaking.

The pupils of the Evil Spirit Du Wei contracted.

A nameless vibration began to resonate.

All of the fakes, including Pennywise, were frozen in place.

"When I want you to die, you will die."

But immediately after.

Footsteps suddenly sounded behind the Evil Spirit Du Wei.

It frowned and said without turning back, "You're still alive?"

It was a question.

It wasn't human. Even if it had completely taken over the body, it wouldn't affect its power; on the contrary, it would become even more terrifying.

Therefore, even without looking back, it "saw" the scene behind it.

Hannibal, who had been blown into a bloody mist, dead beyond any doubt, had somehow come back to life.

In reality.

Hannibal's mind was exceedingly unstable at that moment.

He had never imagined that the awakened creature of his own kind would be so horrifying and seemed to not recognize him at all, closely resembling a second personality.

If he hadn't preserved two Evil Spirits to die in his stead when he entered the Mirror World, he would have truly been killed just now.

Even so, Hannibal had lost one of the Evil Spirits reserved for dying.

It was as if he had truly died once.

All along, Hannibal had been the killer, and it was his first time being killed, an experience that filled him with rage.

He must seek revenge.

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Then he saw Evil Spirit Du Wei wave his hand again, as if swatting a fly, disinterestedly.

Boom...

Hannibal exploded into a blood mist once more.

Pennywise and other Evil Spirits took steps toward it.

It was an unwelcome intruder, yet it had barged into the body of the Mirror Evil Spirit.

Suddenly... an odd aura began to revive, or rather, it triggered some kind of mechanism.

Crack...

The ground once again split open like a mirror.

"Mirror Evil Spirit, is this also part of your plan? So where are you now?"

Evil Spirit Du Wei looked down at his feet and lightly stepped on it.

Crash...

It sped up the shattering process.

The surroundings plunged back into darkness.

But Evil Spirit Du Wei's vision was not affected at all. Spirit Vision was merely an ability that came with being corrupted by Evil Spirits; it itself was an Evil Spirit.

How could an Evil Spirit not see another Evil Spirit?

Thus.

Nothing about the changes in the surroundings surprised Evil Spirit Du Wei.

It may have been an instant.

The change ended.

Darkness enveloped everything, but there was the existence of a single mirror standing before Evil Spirit Du Wei.

Pennywise, holding a red balloon, surrounded it with those counterfeit Evil Spirits.

"Something's not right..."

Evil Spirit Du Wei murmured and prepared to leave.

But its uniqueness prevented it from simply vanishing like other Evil Spirits, because it possessed a body unlike the others.

This was an advantage, but also a weakness.

But then...

Hannibal was revived once more.

He was grinning hideously, his aura completely different from before—bloodthirsty, sinister, exuding a thick malice.

This was the ultimate form of Evil Spirit Transformation and the most powerful moment for a hunter.

"You have made me very angry!"

Hannibal sneered as he took out a sharp scalpel, ready to teach a lesson to this kin of his.

Evil Spirit Du Wei, however, did not turn around.

It stared intently at the mirror before it, which reflected its image, yet it wore no mask.

"You are inside the mirror..."

Behind him, Hannibal had already charged forward.

Evil Spirit Du Wei reached out his hand again, but this time it had no effect.

The scalpel... emanated a certain evil aura.

Hannibal's face faintly appeared on the blade of the scalpel, ethereal and floating.

Evil Spirit...

Evil Spirit Du Wei narrowed his eyes: "Do you know what will happen after I take back this body?"

Having said that, it reached into its pocket, trying to pull out a lighter or something of the sort.

But to its surprise, its hand couldn't fit into the pocket, even though it could clearly see the lighter right there inside...

"This is not my body..."