Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

Even if Mercer was reluctant, he could only listen to Gascoyne and the others.

He chose to close his eyes and enter the voodoo world through a dream. A sentence appeared in his mind: "I am better called Luther than Mercer."

This is very real.

Although he laughed at himself, Mercer also knew clearly that he might be a powerful pronoun in the eyes of outsiders, but in fact, he was a weak chicken of the vanity sect.

Except for the newcomer, I don't know how much it is better than him to pull out any one.

He is a younger brother.

...

And the other side.

Du Wei also returned home.

The home at midnight was very quiet.

He was sitting alone in front of the sofa, with an ashtray on the coffee table, a cigarette in his left hand, and a tap on the glass surface of the coffee table with his right hand, making a booming sound.

On the coffee table, several things are placed in sequence.

They are, a yellowed envelope, a coin, a dice, and a joker card.

Yes it is……

Right now, Du Wei's possessions were basically leftovers, and the rest were used as consumables by him.

Looking at the envelope placed on the coffee table, Du Wei's mood was slightly complicated.

The envelope that had always been active, like a dog licking, was seriously injured while helping him control Mapa's pen and dealing with the demon **** Ramo.

Even if Du Wei is indifferent, he still has to acknowledge the loyalty of the envelope and the touches that the Savior of the Envelope has brought to him.

For Du Wei.

After this time, the status of the envelope in his heart was almost equal to that of the shadow.

Even if you raise a dog, you will have feelings over time.

What's more, the envelope can communicate with Du Wei.

"How can I save you?"

Du Wei asked the dead envelope like that, as if asking himself again.

It's not that he hadn't tried to wake up the envelope, but no matter what he did, the envelope never gave feedback, and Du Wei could feel that the smell of the envelope had almost disappeared.

Breath refers to the kind of weirdness that is born as an envelope of evil spirits.

Du Wei had a very bad idea that the envelope was dying.

It will no longer be resurrected when burnt ashes.

"I can't accept such a result."

Du Wei's tone was cold. He had promised like an envelope before that as long as he got the pen of Mapa, he would open the envelope's restrictions and let its strength become what it should have.

Moreover, several times in a fooling way, he promised that the envelope was the number one military commander of the evil spirit legion and his right arm.

It used to be a fool, but now it is not.

Thinking of this, Du Wei opened his clothes and took out the Mapa pen from it.

There are not many opportunities for Du Wei to use this pen. Fortunately, he does not use Mapa's pen to describe the answer he wants, like Matthew, otherwise, he will pay a part of the price that is irreparable, and the information he gets is also Not necessarily true.

More likely to be fooled.

"Envelope, even if you are now dead, you can't give me any feedback, but I still want to tell you that I may not be able to save you."

"If you are a product that exists in human form, I can find your consciousness through dreams, or even give you a carrier, but you are not."

"I can only fulfill my promise and use the pen of Mapa to lift your restrictions. This may be the only way, but if you still can't wake up, then I can only say sorry."

"But I will always take you by my side, and when I die, you will surely turn into dust with me."

When Du Wei said this, he no longer hesitated.

He estimated that he could only use Mapa's pen three more times, and the fourth time, this pen would definitely get rid of his influence.

Fortunately, only the restriction of opening the envelope does not waste the number of times.

Holding Mapa's pen in his right hand, Du Wei clicked on the envelope.

Mapa's pen is a quill pen, about thirty centimeters long.

But when the tip of the pen touched the envelope, a drop of ink appeared out of thin air and melted into it in the blink of an eye.

The restriction was lifted in an instant.

The yellowed envelope trembled, and the seal opened automatically, but some gray mist emerged from the envelope instead of the familiar piece of paper with text.

Du Wei frowned, instinctively entered the evil spirit, his shadow was also wriggling, it was the dark shadow protecting him.

However, he was already mentally prepared, so he didn't panic.

Those gray mists didn't come out too much. After they appeared, they surged on the coffee table and gathered into a mass.

But what happened next stunned Du Wei.

Those mists actually formed a man's face. The man's facial features were three-dimensional, about a middle-aged age, and he was extremely fierce, but his eyes revealed flattery and humbleness that were completely inconsistent with his appearance.

It's Carlos...

At the end of the Victorian era, Du Wei saw Earl Carlos with his own eyes. The man was the top hunter of the Victorian era and claimed to be his most loyal subordinate.

"Are you really the predecessor of the envelope?"

Du Wei asked subconsciously.

Carlos's face changed slightly, as if he heard something. It turned its head, but as if it could not see Du Wei, it could only open its mouth in vain, as if calling something.

Du Wei didn't understand lip language, he just found that Carlos's mouth shape kept repeating, it seemed that all he said were a single sentence.

"What do you want to tell me?"

While talking, Du Wei stretched out his hand and grabbed it, but he passed through a void, unable to touch the face formed by the mist.

"Carlos, I am your master, answer me, what do you want to tell me?"

The face kept turning, it seemed to have some consciousness remaining, and wanted to find Du Wei, but couldn't find it.

suddenly……

The envelope placed on the coffee table floated up, and Carlos's face seemed to be blown by the wind, and it turned into a gray mist and returned to the envelope again.

Then, a blank sheet of paper came out.

But the words that appeared on the paper were lines of weird symbols, with pointers, oceans, and eyes densely covering the entire envelope.

"This is the change that happened when the envelope touched the Wittbach family stele for me~www.readwn.com~, why did it appear at this time?"

Du Wei guessed that perhaps he was resurrecting the envelope, with the information and symbols hidden in the envelope appearing again.

In the past, when envelopes were conscious, they tried to convey some information to themselves, but they couldn't say it. They could only ask themselves, and it answered yes or no.

But even in that case, the envelope won't last for a few minutes, it will return to its original appearance, and it will forget everything that happened before.

At this moment.

Those symbols all began to disappear and gradually became hidden, but the envelope was trembling, and some fog also emerged. It seemed that Carlos or the envelope was struggling.

In the end, a line of strange patterns mixed with text appeared.

Du Wei glanced over the weird patterns, and the rest of the text was: It's here...Victorian.

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