Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

In the car.

Brand continued, "I used something yesterday to locate the exact position of that mask, which should be in the psychiatric hospital, but I don't know anything more specific than that."

"Previously, Mercer was in charge of this matter, but you know his capabilities,"

"In a sense, it was because none of us wanted to do it that we tossed it his way."

Upon hearing this.

Du Wei nodded in understanding.

However, he was very puzzled inwardly.

That mask was actually in the former Hill Psychiatric Hospital.

This was very abnormal.

The Demon Spirit inside the mask had already lost control. If it stayed in New York, it would definitely cause big trouble; there was no way things would remain peaceful.

And it couldn't possibly have appeared nearby.

Because Du Wei had only left New York for a day and a half.

All of New York was his territory; at a glance, if a Demon Spirit really appeared, he would have found a way to Mark it and included it in his Legion of Evil Spirits long ago.

A Demon Spirit of that level.

Du Wei had only one shadow.

And at this moment.

Brand added, "By the way, Your Excellency the Duke, about that matter I mentioned yesterday, have you reconsidered it?"

What he was referring to.

Was to distance himself from the Vanity Sect as far as possible.

Du Wei looked at him and said softly, "I will consider it carefully."

Brand couldn't press further.

He sighed and closed his eyes.

In fact.

Going with Du Wei now to deal with that Demon Spirit and retrieve the mask gave him a strong sense of déjà vu.

It was like going back to the Victorian Era, the first time he met Du Wei.

Back then, he was just a hunter of the church, inheriting the glory of the Dowqui family.

In the blink of an eye, many years had passed.

Time silently changed everything.

Now, he had given up the name Corrine Dowqui and had become one of the thirteen individuals of the Vanity Church, becoming part of a whole.

And Du Wei did not talk to Brand anymore.

He looked out the window with a distant gaze, a ray of sunlight shining into the car, illuminating his figure.

But strangely enough.

There was no shadow of his inside the car.

...

4 o'clock in the afternoon.

The weather in New York had turned cold.

Most people were wearing coats, and the weather got colder as the afternoon progressed.

Outside the church in the North Brook District.

A police car stopped.

The sound of the brakes had just rung out when the car door was pushed open.

Tom, looking pale, stepped down from the car, bracing his waist, his whole being exuding an air of exhaustion and lackluster.

"Fuck!"

"Father Tony, that bastard, doesn't he know how busy I've been these past two days? Calling me to the church out of the blue, saying there's something very important."

"What the hell could it be?"

"Aren't the phone numbers of the call girls I provided him enough for his use?"

God knows Tom was really worn out these last few days.

He worked normally during the day in New York, responsible for all the major and minor police affairs in the city.

In the evening, he would deal with Emily from the Voodoo Cult and had even met one of Emily's best friends from the Cult the night before—a woman who'd come over from Yard City and seemed to be one of the high-ranking members.

A night of hard work.

For the first time, Tom felt his middle age catching up with him, sapping his strength.

That was precisely the difference between men and women.

Men at middle age often need a little external help.

While women just need to lie back.

"Ah, what's with women these days? Even I have a hard time keeping up. If it weren't for my skills that are unknown to ordinary folks, perhaps I would have failed last night."

He thought about last night.

The image of completely conquering Emily's friend, although left Tom feeling exhausted, was worth it.

Yes.

His skills were not understood by others, his moves even less so.

Perhaps, Tom would become the first man to conquer the entire Voodoo Cult just with his body and sweet words.

Entering the church.

As soon as he walked in, Tom saw Father Tony with a look of anxiousness on his face.

He approached Tom and said, "There's been a major incident."

Tom asked blankly, "What major incident? Are you not up to par?"

Father Tony's face darkened as he explained, "It's Mr. Du Wei, he's in trouble. For some reason, the church has lost contact with New York."

"I've asked around for a long time and finally found out that Mr. Du Wei has defected from the church, and now he's completely vanished."

Hearing this,

Tom's face was stricken: "What's going on? My good brother is such a reliable person, how could he possibly defect from the church? Wasn't he just promoted to a high position within it?"

Father Tony gritted his teeth and said, "I'm not sure either, so I called you here today to discuss this matter."

Tom spoke angrily, "Discuss what? That my good brother has defected from the church?"

As he spoke, he added, "This is just ridiculous. It must be the church's fault."

Father Tony sighed, "I don't believe he would defect from the church either, but now this is the situation. And with the church excluding New York, it's clear they've got an opinion about us, too."

"Tom, we must do something."

Tom sneered, "You're right, I'm going to call my men right now, bring guns, and demand an explanation from the church. How does that sound to you?"

Father Tony quickly replied, "That's not what I meant. I'm saying we need to find a way to get to Mr. Du Wei. He's now in a rift with the church, and our relationship with him is so close."

"We need to help him, do you understand?"

"Even if we don't help him, we still need to find him."

Tom shook his head, "Why should we find him? New York is our turf. No matter what, I will stand by his side."

"I may not be able to kill an Evil Spirit, but killing a few people is an easy feat for me."

"Don't forget, I have plenty of men and guns at my disposal."

Father Tony spoke with a tone of panic, "Aren't you going to be reasonable?"

Tom sneered, "Why should I be reasonable? He saved my life, saved your life too. I know exactly what to do and how to do it."

With that said,

he turned around, gesturing dismissively, "Alright, I've got the picture now. It's almost dark, and I still need to meet Emily's friend. Don't overthink it, be at peace, and just wait for my good brother to come back."

"Or think about what you can do."

"Maybe do like me and become one of the high-ups in the Voodoo Cult."

"Honestly, I feel somewhat inadequate doing it alone."

Father Tony looked at Tom's retreating figure and said with a wry smile, "I can see it, you look worn out. So you mean to say, I should join you in sleeping around the Voodoo Cult?"

Without looking back, Tom replied, "It sounds despicable, but where don't you sleep? Might as well join me, and show those women what the Red Light District War God Combo is made of."

"That way, when my good brother comes back to New York,"

"he might find himself quite surprised by us."

With clenched teeth, Father Tony said, "Since the church has also cut ties with New York, and it's come to this, I'll join you against those women."

"With me involved, we are sure to conquer the Voodoo Cult faster and steal the thing Mr. Du Wei wants."