Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 681 - 678 as for Yin one must consider Du Wei

Chapter 681: 678, as for Yin, one must consider Du Wei Chapter 681: 678, as for Yin, one must consider Du Wei To be honest, there might be worse people in the world than Du Wei, but in the realm of cunning and deceit, he was a natural-born king.

When the Demon God Rahmer manipulated the timeline and pulled him back into the Inner World, at the cost of one of his own eyes, he had thrown out a portion of his power.

This was his contingency plan.

It was the confidence he needed to drag the Demon God Rahmer to death with him.

If he couldn’t get out, the power he threw out could cause his most loyal subordinates to make moves, and at the very least, lock Rahmer and himself inside the Inner World.

But the words of James and Tiquel gave him a glimmer of hope for survival.

The coffin they encountered should be the one from the oil painting.

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For some reason, his oil painting had formed some mysterious connection with this Inner World, which was very likely the doing of Ryan Hamel, who had been hiding inside it all along.

However.

This also gave Du Wei enough inspiration.

When James and Tiquel opened the coffin, they took Matthew’s place and entered two stone coffins in the Inner World, and the real Matthew had either left or was within the oil painting.

In other words.

If Du Wei could enter that stone coffin and someone else opened it, he could also leave the Inner World in the manner of Matthew.

This might be a kind of rule.

It was also one of the only two rules Du Wei could currently cling to.

Just, if he did so, Tiquel and James might have to stay in the Inner World and be killed by the enraged Rahmer.

But Du Wei had thought of a way.

Everything could be solved.

It’s just that, when he threw out his power, the message he gave the Envelope did not involve the stone coffin but only the oil painting; he hoped they wouldn’t take initiatives on their own.

Otherwise, the way out he had just seen would be completely cut off again.

…

Time rewound.

In the outside world, at the moment Du Wei released his power.

The Envelope, Brother Shadow, and Freddy had already quietly slipped into that dark room, where the other Matthew had long since disappeared without a trace, for unknown reasons.

Suddenly…

Freddy trembled all over.

This Nightmare Evil Spirit heard Du Wei’s voice in its heart.

The Envelope did too.

“Take that pen and the oil painting into the Inner World, I’m going to kill Rahmer.”

Immediately.

Freddy yelled out, “Envelope Brother, Brother Shadow, did you hear the master’s words? He told us to go in.”

The Envelope trembled uncontrollably.

[The master must be in trouble; otherwise, he wouldn’t have asked us to go, and there’s Rahmer, damn Rahmer’s Bell, how did it get to the Inner World?]

[No, the master can’t beat Rahmer in the Inner World, I, the Envelope, must help the master.]

Fortunately, as a doggedly loyal Envelope, it had already successfully brainwashed itself; whatever Du Wei wanted it to do, it would do.

In an instant.

The Envelope drifted over to the long goose feather pen.

[This is the pen that made me, but I can’t touch it because I am only its creation, Freddy, Brother Shadow, you guys hurry up, I’ll go open the oil painting.]

Freddy stepped forward to act.

It stretched out its claws toward Mapa’s Pen, but upon grabbing, it was as though it had touched air, passing straight through.

Mapa’s Pen lay on the table, completely motionless.

For Evil Spirits.

Objects related to Demon Gods were like the relationship between ordinary people and Evil Spirits, not even in the same concept.

If it doesn’t let you touch, you cannot touch.

Even ordinary people couldn’t usually see it.

At that moment,

Brother Shadow cocked his head, staring with bloodshot eyes, and flashed in front of Mapa’s Pen.

Though it was a Demon Spirit, it was also a part of Du Wei.

As Du Wei’s shadow, it naturally possessed some of the characteristics of Du Wei the Evil Spirit, that too was a conceptual existence.

In other words,

as long as the concept of Du Wei existed, Brother Shadow could live forever.

If Du Wei did not die, it would not perish.

Brother Shadow looked down at its hands; in the left, it held a broken Evil Spirit Scalpel, and in the right, a large cleaver.

It liked these two weapons very much.

However, to take up Mapa’s Pen, it had to let go of one.

It didn’t want to part with either.

So, Brother Shadow hesitated for a moment, then opened its mouth and bit down on Mapa’s Pen.

Hiss…

Smoke immediately began to billow from Brother Shadow’s mouth.

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Mapa’s Pen seemed to be enraged, emitting a terrifying aura, and Brother Shadow’s outline-like body immediately began to tremble, with black smoke enveloping it intermittently, showing signs of disintegration.

Seeing this, Freddy didn’t dare to keep watching and lunged at Brother Shadow, fusing with it.

As the saying goes, they shared both glory and disaster.

Now, their only goal was to help Du Wei because if Du Wei died, all his “loyal” subordinates would be collectively doomed.

“Ah… fuck! I’m going to die, Du the Devil, did you see my loyalty?” Freddy screamed nonstop inside Brother Shadow.

It truly felt like it was about to be finished.

Fortunately, just then, the Envelope opened up the oil painting and enveloped both Brother Shadow and Freddy inside it.

…

At the scene, the temperature in the dark room plummeted.

Shortly after the Envelope and the others left, the air twisted.

“Cough cough…”

Matthew’s figure appeared in an instant, staggering almost to the point of falling to the ground, his complexion extremely pale and his body drenched in blood, with a large hole at his chest as if gouged by a wild beast’s claw, revealing blurry flesh and blood within.

“Damn it, Ryan, I almost died in that cursed place. But thankfully, if it wasn’t for that stone sarcophagus, I probably wouldn’t have been able to perfectly merge with the remnant of that Demon God.”

Matthew seemed to have gained some benefits in the Inner World. The artifact of the Demon God he mentioned seemed not to be Mapa’s Pen, but something else.

It was something similar to the substance known as the Blood of Jesus from the church.

Moreover, Matthew’s body was also quietly undergoing a transformation.

He was becoming younger from being old.

In the blink of an eye, he had become a middle-aged man; although his hair was still gray, he now radiated vigor. Had his complexion not been so pale and his breath much weaker, nobody could associate him with the previous miserable state.

However…

The next second, Matthew’s expression darkened.

He looked at the table in the dark room; apart from a book, the Mapa’s Pen which was originally there had vanished.

“Damn it! Who did this?”

“Where is my Mapa’s Pen?”

Matthew hadn’t expected that thieves would enter the dark room while he was away. Murderous intent filled his eyes. He had obtained Mapa’s Pen behind Hell’s Gate.

With that thing, he could endlessly create Evil Spirits, even writing rules.

“Damn thief, I will tear you to pieces!”

Matthew ground his teeth in fury, but then he suddenly remembered something, “Wait, where is the other me? Why isn’t he in the chamber?”

He could feel that his other self had not died.

But as to where exactly that part of him had gone, he could not determine at all.

“Dusk Bell is truly done for, and this place is starting to feel very dangerous to me as well. Perhaps, it’s time for me to leave.”