Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

When that cold gaze emerged,

the bus was like a silent beast, perturbed by the flea on its body.

A will more terrifying and surging than before boiled over.

That malice seemed like an abyss.

It struck out at the blurry figure.

Consequently, all the passengers on the bus were affected.

The Evil Spirits within the darkness all stood still.

Du Wei was forcibly pulled out of his Spirit Vision state.

With the naked eye, it was impossible to see anything clearly.

It was akin to temporarily losing his vision.

This was extremely dangerous.

But fortunately, the Evil Spirit passengers immersed in darkness with Du Wei were also temporarily unable to act against him due to the disturbance.

He did not have to worry about being ambushed.

Otherwise, the likelihood of dying at the hands of an Evil Spirit passenger was very high.

Silently, Du Wei took bullets from his backpack and reloaded his Flintlock Gun.

A shadow stood behind him.

The Dagger was pointed at the Evil Spirits in the back.

Before one bullet was fully loaded, Du Wei found that the darkness before his eyes had dissipated, the bus was quiet, and the terrifying blurry figure from before was gone without a trace.

As if it had never appeared.

It was dead.

Without cause, as the bus's rules were activated, it was bound to die.

Yet in place of it, there was an additional "person" in the driver's seat.

This person seemed quite old, his face full of wrinkles, intermixed with age spots.

He was a white man with salt-and-pepper hair, dressed in black Priest's attire.

Du Wei was very familiar with the standard of the Priest's attire.

He recognized it at a glance as the style of the church.

In other words, this newly appeared "person" had once been a member of the church.

Thoughts flickered through Du Wei's mind.

Click.

Du Wei finished reloading the Flintlock Gun and silently aimed it at the "person" sitting in the driver's seat.

He was now alone.

The Evil Spirit passengers behind him were held at bay by the shadow.

The entity occupying Du Wei's driver's seat, then, had to be confronted by him alone.

No one could help him.

Suddenly, the "driver" turned his head to look behind.

They made eye contact.

Du Wei's pupils constricted sharply, a flicker of unusual light flashing in his eyes.

It was Andrew Dowqui.

That is, the hunter from the last century who was tasked with investigating and restraining the bus, but ultimately died aboard it.

On Du Wei's first bus ride, he discovered the journal left by Andrew Dowqui and learned about the rule of leaving before midnight.

It was that journal that informed him of the existence of hunters and Evil Spirit Transformation.

In a sense, although Andrew Dowqui had died, he had nevertheless given Du Wei a lot of help.

For example, the hunter from the church who had dealt with Du Wei, Alvin Dowqui, was Andrew's grandson.

This man told Du Wei how to regain his Evil Spirit Transformation Ability.

And the method stemmed from Andrew Dowqui himself.

Honestly,

Du Wei was grateful to this hunter, but gratitude aside, the current Andrew Dowqui was no longer among the living.

He, or it, was now an Evil Spirit.

Moreover, it was an Evil Spirit that had transformed from a deceased hunter.

Thick with malevolence and void of any emotion, it coldly observed Du Wei, then shifted its gaze to the other Evil Spirits in the vehicle.

It was the true driver.

All the Evil Spirit passengers maintained their calm, none daring to make the slightest move again.

Du Wei did the same.

Not because he was frightened, but because he was contemplating one thing.

Why had Andrew Dowqui reappeared?

It's true that hunters would inevitably become Evil Spirits after their death.

But according to the information available at the time, Andrew Dowqui died under the rules of the bus; if he had become an Evil Spirit, he should have been killed by the rules.

It was impossible for him to reappear after so many years.

Du Wei narrowed his eyes, a possibility faintly emerging in his mind.

"It's the driver…"

Before the rule change, the bus's rules were entirely targeted at Evil Spirits; Evil Spirits could not kill on the bus without a full load of passengers.

Nor could they lay hands on the driver.

The driver, on the other hand, had the authority to eject passengers from the bus.

Du Wei's survival through so many bus trips was precisely because he benefitted from the rules.

That is to say, the driver is special.

Even if he wasn't a hunter, he might become an Evil Spirit after death.

Equivalent to the bus's Puppet.

Although this explanation is far-fetched, it happens to be true.

Thinking of this, Du Wei couldn't help but muse inwardly, "But the bus has been around for too long, it's impossible that it has had only me and Andrew Dowqui as drivers, there should be others."

The next second.

His thought was confirmed.

Andrew Dowqui rose from the driver's seat, his expressionless face moving towards the rear of the bus, and in the driving seat, a new driver — an Evil Spirit — appeared.

This Evil Spirit was dressed in a tailcoat and was also expressionless. Upon appearing, he followed behind Andrew Dowqui, walking towards the back.

Immediately after, another Evil Spirit Driver.

...

At this very moment.

Every Evil Spirit passenger on the bus, including Du Wei, was blocked at the rear door of the bus.

The compartment was occupied by thirteen Evil Spirit Drivers led by Andrew Dowqui.

Each emitted a chilling and dreadful aura.

Creepy and penetrating.

It was like the sensation of leeches crawling on one's skin, causing one's flesh to creep.

Even though Du Wei had now undergone an Evil Spirit Transformation, he still felt slightly overwhelmed.

Not to mention anything else.

The shadows definitely couldn't beat those thirteen Evil Spirit Drivers.

Even with Du Wei added to the mix, it would only be slightly harder to kill them. He might have a chance to escape, but he definitely couldn't gain any advantage.

Both in number and quality, these drivers completely overwhelmed Du Wei and his group of Evil Spirit passengers.

But fortunately.

These drivers didn't bother with Du Wei and the other Evil Spirit passengers.

They just stood by the rear door, standing expressionless.

They looked like a set of corpses, waiting to be sent into the cremation furnace.

At this time.

Outside the bus.

The sky had completely darkened.

One couldn't see their hand in front of their face, yet every single Evil Spirit student in the school was clearly visible.

The scene was bizarre to the extreme.

A certain abnormal aura was restlessly stirring.

Du Wei knew that it was because the bus and the Horror House were at war in a manner he could neither understand nor comprehend.

The Horror House had dragged away the school, taken something from the bus.

The bus came for revenge, trying to take back the school.

The purpose was simple and straightforward.

Suddenly...

A massive bolt of lightning flashed across the sky.

The thunderous roar followed.

The lightning illuminated the surroundings.

Du Wei suddenly discovered a spatial displacement phenomenon; the bus with all its passengers appeared within the school, reaching into the domain of the Horror House.

Creeek...

The rear door of the bus opened.

Du Wei's eyelids twitched wildly. This was the signal for the start of the confrontation. The bus was about to arm wrestle with the Horror House, and those driver Evil Spirits were the controlled Puppets.

But all the passengers, including him, had to get off as well.

Because the passengers were blocked by the drivers at the door, if the drivers had to get off, so did the passengers, or they would confront each other.

Except for Du Wei, the other Evil Spirit passengers, from the elongated shadowy figures to Josh and so on, rushed out as if fleeing for their lives and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Only he remained standing at the rear door, showing no sign of getting off.

At this moment.

Du Wei was incredibly calm. When Josh got off, he didn't mark this Evil Spirit anew because he felt there was no need.

Getting off would mean being included in the domain of the Horror House. Where could one escape to?

Sooner or later, they would meet again.

Moreover, Du Wei felt that the opportunity he had been waiting for had arrived.

If the bus really wanted to snatch the school back from the Horror House, then he might as well lend a hand.

At least the Horror House would kill him, but the bus would not; its rules only applied to Evil Spirits.

What's most important was.

Du Wei discovered something more worthwhile than marking an Evil Spirit like Josh.

That was to mark the thirteen Evil Spirit Drivers on the bus.

Taking them to snatch the school back from the Horror House.

If possible, Du Wei even wanted to try marking the Horror House itself. If successful, he wouldn't need to worry about how to raise forces to fight against Evil Spirit Du Wei anymore.

The bus plus the Horror House, equivalent to a winning hand!

From passive to active, Du Wei's waiting had been useful.

He took a deep look at the Evil Spirit Drivers standing behind him and stepped off the bus without hesitation.

Then, he stood below the rear door and extended his Right Hand.