Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

All that met the eye was illusory.

The bus advanced on a road not of this reality.

Its destination was the city ahead.

Inside the bus.

The atmosphere was indescribably oppressive.

The will of the bus had just swept through, seemingly issuing a warning, and all the Evil Spirits fell silent, and the elongated ghost shadow no longer dared to clash with the black shadow.

Du Wei stood in the bus, his eyes very somber.

He had an intuition.

He could not leave the bus for now.

This bus had a consciousness, and him activating the Mark to make it come to Jedecra State, was merely going with the flow, it would have appeared here sooner or later anyway.

Because its actions were purposeful.

Even the black shadow could ignore space and distance; it was impossible for the bus not to be able to do the same.

It could have gone back to the route it was supposed to travel on, but it did not, heading to a completely unfamiliar place instead.

Clearly, it had a target.

When a person gets used to exploiting rules, they will inevitably fall into the temptation of exploiting them.

It's hard to say whether it's good or bad.

Because using rules to make things easier is human instinct.

But when rules change, it can catch one off guard.

This time getting on the bus.

Du Wei experienced the feeling of things going against his wishes.

But it was not unacceptable.

"I need to figure out what exactly happened,"

Du Wei said through gritted teeth, making his way to the driver's seat.

The Evil Spirits inside the bus behaved very strangely, they all stood by the rear door, never letting go of the thought of getting off.

Unless the door opened, they couldn't leave.

Du Wei was no different.

...

Through the window.

Du Wei could see the darkness outside, with the bus traveling on the conceptual underside of the city, and above was the upside-down city.

Or rather, the city he saw was actually the reflection of the real city.

But the bus moved slowly.

Traversing such a bizarre conceptual space seemed to affect the bus as well.

Du Wei didn't have much information.

So, he reached into his trench coat and pulled out an envelope.

"I hope you can give me a pleasant surprise,"

Du Wei said with a cold voice, drawing out the letter inside.

What met his eyes was a blank sheet of paper.

But under the Spirit Vision, Du Wei saw a pair of eyes within the paper.

Evil and obscure.

The letter had the ability to rewrite things that had happened again, but only within the past ten minutes.

In a sense, the letter was an Evil Spirit.

Received from Hannibal, who had been struck by lightning and turned into charred remains.

Du Wei was aware of the letter's ability, yet he did not know if it was harmless, and with the timing not being right, he had never used it before.

Now, though, it was time for it to be put to use.

A chill slowly emerged.

On the blank page, words slowly formed:

[Ten minutes ago, the bus stopped in West Gana City of Jedecra State. Something seemed to have happened to the city; it had become the target of the bus. Then, the rules inside the bus went out of control, and the black shadow and the elongated ghost shadow started to fight, but at that moment, the bus drove into the other side of West Gana City]

[You tried to open the bus door using the old method, but it had no effect]

[You felt the situation was extremely dangerous, as there was enmity between the elongated ghost shadow and the black shadow, which would restrain the black shadow]

[If you don't get off the bus quickly, you might die]

[At that moment, you wanted to use the Envelope to obtain useful information. You knew that at times like this, perhaps only the Envelope could help you.]

The text ended there.

Du Wei looked at the letter expressionlessly and said in a low voice, "Apart from knowing this place is West Gana, you've given me a bunch of useless information."

"And I'm detecting the scent of psychological suggestion."

"You're trying to mislead me?"

His voice was cold, and he pulled out a lighter with his left hand, igniting it directly.

The red flame under the paper caused it to distort somewhat.

All at once,

all the text on the paper disappeared, and when it reappeared, the address to Du Wei had completely changed.

[You tried to burn the envelope within a minute, but at that moment new text appeared on the paper]

[You're now riding a bus through the city's reflection in West Gana, but some existence had already claimed the city into its domain ahead of time]

[It kept avoiding the bus, but now it doesn't need to anymore]

[Perhaps you could take the chance to leave when the bus breaches its domain from the city's reflection]

The Evil Spirit Envelope clearly possessed consciousness.

It behaved very bizarrely.

And the fact that it changed its form of address from you to you, it was a bit too humanizing.

Just like a lickspittle.

Du Wei narrowed his eyes, and brought the lighter up a bit more.

Under the scorching flame, the paper began to emit a burnt smell…

Apart from Evil Spirit Du Wei, Du Wei had never encountered an evil spirit or Evil Spirit capable of communication.

Freddy was a special case, as he was the product of a failed resurrection.

And the envelope was overly human-like.

Even though it provided more information, Du Wei wanted to kill it right then and there.

Things beyond control were better off not had at all.

Otherwise, it's like a ticking time bomb, who knows when it'll go off.

Hannibal died so strangely before, perhaps it was the work of this envelope.

"Give me a reason not to burn you."

Du Wei tentatively asked.

Immediately, a line of text [The envelope is absolutely harmless, it is a product that Dusk Bell crafted over hundreds of years, it will reveal only information within ten minutes, it will become your most loyal subordinate] surfaced on the paper.

It became even more sycophantic.

Sigh...

Flames erupted, and the lighter directly ignited the paper.

Without a flicker of emotion, Du Wei watched as the entire paper slowly burned to ashes, with not a single shred of sentimentality.

The text was too suggestive.

Moreover, if the information it provided was true, then Du Wei could take the opportunity to leave.

He would find out by trying when the time came.

But by then, Du Wei wouldn't need this letter, as its existence was too trivial for him, as only the information he deduced himself was the most accurate.

He couldn't possibly deceive himself.

However, just as the letter was burning to ashes, another piece of paper appeared in the envelope.

Du Wei narrowed his eyes and lit the entire envelope again.

Meanwhile, the shadowy figure had always been standing behind Du Wei.

It too watched the envelope being lit.

Whether the shadowy figure liked it or not, it had become the Masked Evil Spirit and was now completely bound to Du Wei; in a sense, it was Du Wei's most loyal subordinate.

As for the envelope?

Hah!

But after the envelope had burned to ashes, it reappeared intact out of thin air, falling into Du Wei's hands.

This time, its aura was somewhat weaker.
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Du Wei held the envelope in his hand, pondering how to kill off this bizarre thing once and for all, but the sudden change in the bus disrupted his train of thought.

Through the bus window, there was a faint reflection of a school.

The bus was beneath the school.

The school was also above the bus.

The hundreds of ghost students standing at the school entrance suddenly looked up.

Numerous dead gazes converged on the bus, and on Du Wei, sitting in the driver's seat.

What was more unexpected was that in the center of the school, the outline of the Horror House stood starkly.

This...

Du Wei's pupils contracted slightly; he finally realized why the target of the bus was this city.

The Horror House had dragged the school, originally on the bus's route, away,

and brought it to this city.