Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

"Reflection... It's actually a reflection!!!!"

The Evil Spirit Du Wei looked at his own body, at his hands, his voice extremely cold, carrying suppressed rage that could not be contained.

The temperature around plummeted straight down.

Pennywise and those counterfeit Evil Spirits all involuntarily took a step back.

The sense of oppression was intensely strong...

The Evil Spirit Du Wei stared at himself in the mirror, falling into a rare silence.

At that moment.

Hannibal, too, clutching a surgical knife, pounced in front of the Evil Spirit Du Wei; he targeted Du Wei's armpit from a tricky angle.

If he struck true, it would destroy his heart.

Being crushed twice in succession was tantamount to being killed.

Hannibal had lost some control.

What humiliated him most was that, from beginning to end, the man in front of him had never looked back at him, treating the act of killing him with a casualness, an indifference, as if swatting a fly.

Even now, he still thought the man before him was Du Wei, a creature like himself.

But.

The Evil Spirit Du Wei still did not look back at him, instead, with a reverse grip, he seized the surgical knife tightly; the blade directly sliced open the palm of his hand, showing faint signs of breaking.

Yet, it was forcefully stopped...

Suddenly, Hannibal stared at the Evil Spirit Du Wei's palm, at those falling mirror shards, a flicker of realization crossed his eyes.

"So, you're just a reflection."

Upon hearing these words.

A dense intent to kill flashed in the Evil Spirit Du Wei's eyes as he brought Hannibal closer with the momentum, grasping the surgical knife with his left hand, and squeezing his neck tightly with his right.

"Reflection? Are you talking to me?!!"

Hannibal's face turned red, his other hand desperately hitting the Evil Spirit Du Wei's wrist, which was as unyielding as a vice.

He couldn't utter a word, feeling like his throat was being crushed.

Struggling was useless.

Blood slowly trickled from the corner of his mouth.

The Evil Spirit Du Wei coldly stared at him, and enunciated clearly, "My name... is Du Wei!"

Its existence was extremely unique.

If it denied being Du Wei, then it would deny itself, becoming a pure Evil Spirit.

Without will, character, or memory.

Even gender would be nonexistent.

Therefore, the Evil Spirit Du Wei firmly asserted its existence, from its name to memories, and all that lay in its past.

In some sense, this was quite tragic.

The words echoed long in the darkness.

The Evil Spirit Du Wei, holding the surgical knife in his left hand, drew Hannibal's hand towards his own neck.

Throughout this process, Hannibal could only watch helplessly.

He was resisting, but it was futile; Evil Spirit Transformation, the substitute Evil Spirits, and those objects were all utterly useless.

Crack...

The entire arm with which Hannibal was holding the surgical knife was broken by the Evil Spirit Du Wei; he lost control of it.

The pain made him want to roar, but with his throat already crushed, he could only emit a pained whimper...

With a wet puncture.

The surgical knife was thrust directly into Hannibal's head.

"What good are objects harboring Evil Spirits?"

"I am the real Du Wei!"

The Evil Spirit Du Wei pulled out the surgical knife, kicking Hannibal's body away with one foot, then stared into the mirror and sneered coldly at himself.

"Did you think that this is over?"

"Did you think I can't kill you?"

"All your plans are laughably trivial to me."

As the Evil Spirit Du Wei's words fell, he reached out to touch the mask on his face, then glanced around at the darkness growing ever deeper, and coldly laughed again.

"A mirror has two sides; inside the mirror is a reflection, outside of it is the object being reflected."

"So, the moment I was awakened and seized the body, you already appeared inside the mirror, while what I took was just a poor reflection, not even worthy to be called a copy."

"But what I want to tell you is, I can still use the face-swapping mechanism on you."

"Moreover, I will turn you into my reflection, trapping you forever in the mirror!"

Having said that,

the Evil Spirit Du Wei glanced at the scalpel emitting an evil aura and slashed viciously across his own face.

The reflection was wearing a mask.

Without any frame of reference, the Evil Spirit Du Wei simply couldn't take it off.

But for it, this was an opportunity, to cut off the face of the reflection and swap it onto his own in the mirror.
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Identity exchange.

It intended to ensure that Du Wei couldn't even become the Masked Evil Spirit.

…

At this moment,

inside the mirror,

a different scene was unfolding.

Du Wei was holding up the Black Umbrella, with a lighter in his hand, and a Coin clutched in his grip; he had used almost everything at his disposal that could save his life.

He had even put on the mask that belonged to the shadow…

The flame from the lighter was not strong, barely illuminating a small area around him.

Besides the mirror in front of him, the surroundings were terrifyingly dark.

And, in the shadows, he could hear the sound of whispering, as if many people were conversing quietly.

Even more, faint footsteps were gradually starting to sound.

Approaching from a distance.

But when he turned around, he could only see darkness.

There was nothing else to be seen.

Everything seemed on the verge of being swallowed up.

Du Wei tried to make a sound, but he simply couldn't, his voice, his movements, a series of sounds all disappeared.

This was the absolutely quiet darkness.

It was also the real Mirror World.

Or rather, a Mirror within Mirror.

His gaze returned to the mirror in front of him.

Du Wei's forehead broke out in cold sweat; he couldn't see anything, not even his own reflection.

Yet inexplicably,

he felt that the Evil Spirit Du Wei must be just outside the mirror and had already realized the problem, trying to break through the mirror to attack him.

The most dangerous part was,

the Mirror Evil Spirit had followed him into the mirror as well.

It seemed not to want to confront the Evil Spirit Du Wei at all.

And in the mirror, Du Wei's Spirit Vision was utterly useless, because as far as he could see, everything was the Mirror Evil Spirit – those dark shadows, those whispering voices, all of it.

An indescribable terror and oppression.

"By myself, I can't leave this place."

Du Wei remained calm as he started to theorize in his mind.

In fact, not even the Church's hunters had ever done something this crazy.

Exploring the Mirror World layer by layer.

The Mirror within Mirror had already happened for the third time.

Getting out was much, much more difficult than getting in.

Du Wei took a deep breath and said to himself, "This is a Mirror within Mirror; once you enter, leaving is simply impossible because reality and reflection have completely inverted. The only way is if I could swap the Evil Spirit Du Wei back into the mirror so that it takes my place as the reflection."

With the personality and thought patterns of one person, Du Wei and the Evil Spirit Du Wei had made the same judgment and choices.

At this moment, Du Wei rationally changed his plan.

He said, "This is an opportunity."

He added, "So I need the help of the Evil Spirit Du Wei, which now has no idea about my plan, as much of the information is asymmetric."

"According to my way of thinking, I would definitely try to alter the mirror, to find the real me and take back my body once more."

"But what I also need is a bit of luck."