Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

The rain kept falling.

The bus had been stopped in the wilderness for over ten minutes, yet no passengers boarded.

It seemed as if this stalemate would continue indefinitely.

In the bus, after the woman in the long dress returned to her seat with Annabelle, all the Evil Spirits quieted down, silently waiting for the bus to start moving again.

They didn't care about what was happening inside the bus.

But for Du Wei, the situation was becoming increasingly unfavorable.

Josh was fine; as long as he found a suitable spot to get off, he could deal with it and incorporate it into his own forces, or at worst, he could flee.

Surviving was not a problem.

But the passengers on this bus trip were a bit too chaotic.

Complicated relationships.

Du Wei and the evil spirits in the carriage were enemies, and the shadowy figure and Annabelle also had indescribably complex relationships with those evil spirits.

Only Josh, who was a reserve member, seemed to have no issues.

But if Du Wei's analysis was correct, and the Evil Spirit had come from behind that door...

It was very troublesome.

Du Wei rubbed his somewhat swollen forehead and looked towards the front door of the bus.

The outside was still raining, and the sky was overcast.

But the bus remained motionless.

"Perhaps a bit of external force is needed?"

Du Wei frowned, planning to assume the driver's responsibilities.

And so.

He pressed the door-opening button.

Creak...

The front door closed, and for the first time without passengers boarding, the bus started its engine and began to move slowly.

Du Wei watched this scene, feeling slightly more at ease: "It seems that the situation is still somewhat in my favor for now."

He had been reluctant to make any significant moves before.

It was all for stability.

But now that he had tried controlling the bus's doors, there was no difference from before.

That is to say, within the rules of the bus, the driver's identity had not been affected.

Apart from not being able to control the direction, deciding when to board and alight, or when to move forward and stop, there were no issues.

...

At this very moment.

It was now 8:30 PM.

The city of West Gana in Jedecra State was already shrouded in night.

A heavy rain had fallen.

The entire West welcomed its first big rain of the year, and the temperature plummeted.

But unlike the daytime, the nighttime West Gana was eerily quiet; no pedestrians could be seen on the roads, and it was a chilling sight.

In the sky above, dense clouds gathered, punctuated by occasional thunder and lightning.

During the day, the silhouette of the Horror House had appeared in the sky, along with the shadow of some huge building it brought.

But now, it was no longer visible.

This did not mean it had disappeared; rather, it had descended upon the city and was subtly doing something.

Near the university town of West Gana.

A young black man, holding a bottle of liquor, staggered through the rain.

He was wearing a yellow striped T-shirt, completely drenched by the rain. Enjoy more content from My Virtual Library Empire

Suddenly, he stumbled, nearly falling to the ground.

"fuck! Damn this weather."

The black man muttered a curse and headed towards the university town.

He was a teacher at West Gana University.

Crossing the street beneath his feet, he would arrive at his school.

Normally, the school forbade teachers from drinking excessively outside, but this was the West, where things tended to be more chaotic.

Many rules were but mere formalities.

The black man continued on his way, but just as he crossed the street and got a clear view of the scenery ahead, he shivered suddenly.

It wasn't because of the drop in temperature due to the rainstorm.

Instead, he saw a scene completely different from what he remembered.

The community college that should have been in his memory had suddenly changed its appearance, replaced by an entirely unfamiliar school with no lights whatsoever.

It seemed particularly dark in the rainstorm.

At the entrance of the school stood hundreds of students holding black umbrellas, male and female alike. The skin that was exposed made it clear these students were all Caucasian.

"Did I take a wrong turn?"

The black man shook his head vigorously, thinking he must have had too much to drink. There were no all-Caucasian schools in West Gana. Those Caucasians would only send their children to more prosperous areas to study unless they were without money and wouldn't consider a community college.

But at that moment.

The students holding black umbrellas, standing in the school entrance soaked by the torrential rain, suddenly lifted their heads.

A pair of hollow, lifeless eyes, radiating a chill different from that of the living, fixed on the black man.

Smash...

The bottle fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

The black man, as if he had lost his soul, stepped toward the school entrance.

...

Elsewhere.

After driving for a long time, the bus stopped again.

This was a completely unfamiliar city.

Du Wei couldn't tell where he was, as his phone had no signal at all.

The rain was pouring heavily outside the bus window.

There was no bus stop.

Through the rainy haze, he could vaguely see the city's silhouette.

Lightning and thunder occasionally streaked across the sky.

And what was strange was the rain itself.

It was confined to the city's extent; looking elsewhere, there was no sign of rain.

And Du Wei saw no lights.

It seemed like an uninhabited city.

Inside the bus, the evil spirits all suddenly lifted their heads, looking toward the past.

The bus hadn't opened its doors, as if it hadn't reached the stop to get off, but it had come to a halt.

This was odd.

Du Wei felt an inexplicable sense of unease, a situation he had never encountered before.

Usually, when the bus stopped, it was either to pick up or drop off someone, or it meant that it would start clearing passengers.

But now, there was no sense of imminent danger pushing from behind.

Neither the front nor the back door of the bus was open.

"Could something be blocking the way of the bus?"

Du Wei was puzzled and had a premonition that if things continued like this, unexpected danger was very likely to occur.

Things would get more and more troublesome.

So troublesome that he might have difficulty getting out unscathed.

Under the state of Spirit Vision.

Du Wei could sense the bus's will had fallen into an indescribable silence,

as if brewing something.

Like a person, silently planning the next move.

The evil spirits on the bus seemed to sense something too, as they began to grow restless.

Josh, who was sitting closest to Du Wei, had become less and less human-like, his body showing signs of decay.

He kept his gaze on Du Wei, and if it weren't for being on the bus, he would have already attacked him.

Suddenly, the woman in the long dress holding Annabelle stood up from her seat and walked toward the back door,

followed by the naked man with tattoos of two snakes and pitch-black eyes,

as well as the woman in the blood-stained wedding dress holding a dining knife.

It seemed they all wanted to get off the bus.

Only the tall, slender man without hair or facial features stood up from his seat. He was roughly three meters tall and had to bend his body inside the bus as he couldn't stand upright.

Once out, he walked toward Du Wei.

Meanwhile...

The mask became a cold expanse.

The silhouette of the shadow grew increasingly defined, and in Du Wei's mind, it stirred up a surge of malevolent thoughts.

The shadow wanted to emerge...

It was then that Du Wei noticed, the tall and slender man had no shadow. His body was very peculiar, exaggerated and ethereal.

Or rather, he was a shadow himself.

The elongated ghostly shadow...