Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 701 - 678 master save me

Chapter 701: 678, master save me Chapter 701: 678, master save me “Master, I’m freaking out, why do I have memories of that dumbass Carlos? This isn’t right!”

“Oh my God, that idiot actually had over a hundred lovers, both men and women.”

“I’m gonna puke, master save me, I don’t want Carlos’s memories, it’s just too freaky, too disgusting. How could that dumbass’s memories get into my ‘envelope’ brain? If my intelligence drops because of this, Master, your loss would be huge!”

The Envelope was on the verge of a breakdown.

If it were a human, it probably would have started screaming and running around Du Wei in horror by now.

But…

Actually, it wasn’t too far off.

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The Envelope was trembling non-stop in front of Du Wei, truly as if it was disgusted.

“Calm down,”

Du Wei frowned and scolded, “Envelope, haven’t you realized the connection between you and Carlos by now? His memories couldn’t have gotten into your head for no reason.”

The Envelope was utterly shocked.

“You mean to say he did it on purpose?”

“No way, is that dumbass’s kink really that sick? I’m just an envelope!”

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“I just cursed him out during the Victorian Era, he can’t be this excessive, can he?”

“Master, I’m your most loyal lapdog. Although Carlos might have been your subordinate in the past, when it comes to being a lapdog, he’s absolutely no match for me. Please, for the sake of my undying loyalty, help me get rid of these memories. Just the thought of his memories entering Envelope’s brain makes me feel so weird.”

Du Wei glanced at it and asked, “What’s so weird about it?”

“Of course it’s weird, the Envelope is so pure, I only live for you, Master. Now with Carlos’s memories added, I’m not pure anymore. Plus, that dumbass Carlos is genuinely messed up, messing around with relationships left and right. Whenever I see those memories, I feel like my spirit is getting twisted too.”

Du Wei shook his head speechlessly; there was no doubt about the loyalty of his subordinate.

The resolve to be a lapdog was also without question.

It’s just that its IQ was only a bit higher than Brother Shadow’s.

And Brother Shadow was often mockingly called an idiot by the Envelope.

So, straightforwardly,

Du Wei directly cut to the chase, “You don’t have to feel it. Although I have no idea how you came into existence, Carlos is undoubtedly your predecessor. You might have become an Evil Spirit after his death, and for some reason, turned into what you are now.”

“If you don’t believe me, just think about it. The Carlos we met in the Victorian Era, didn’t he speak almost exactly like you?”

“If you changed your appearance, no one would be able to tell the difference between you and Carlos.”

Sometimes,

Du Wei couldn’t figure out the Envelope’s thought process.

But he was very clear that if he didn’t make it absolutely clear, given the Envelope’s personality, it would go on and on, and even start concocting various conspiracy theories.

The so-called ‘noob but loves to play’, that’s the Envelope.

And after hearing what Du Wei said,

It was stunned.

“Master, now that you mention it, it does seem to make sense.”

“I always knew that dumbass’s bootlicking skills were second to none, and I’ve always seen him as a competitor, but I never thought that he was my predecessor.”

“No wonder I couldn’t find a way to beat him.”

“Turns out, I am my own greatest adversary.”

The Envelope accepted it quite naturally.

It didn’t disbelieve or offer any objections.

After all, its Master had said so.

As a loyal servant, the Envelope’s conviction was, whatever Du Wei said, it believed.

Even if Du Wei claimed there were eight suns in the sky, it would agree and say he was right.

At that moment.

Envelope suddenly realized, “It turns out I am that big idiot Carlos. Who would have thought… Hundreds of years ago, I was the most loyal dog of my master, and hundreds of years later, I am still a dog.”

“Let’s see how Brother Shadow can be arrogant now.”

“What can it compare with me, Envelope?”

Du Wei shook his head helplessly and said indifferently, “Alright, when I just saved you, some text appeared on the paper, but it was partly obscured by symbols. The only clear part was a phrase. Do you have any recollection of it?”

“Master, what phrase?”

“It’s here… Victorian Era, with some symbols in the middle. It seemed like you were trying to tell me something back then, but due to the power of the Demon God, important information was obscured.”

As Du Wei spoke, he took out paper and pen from under the coffee table and replicated what he remembered seeing earlier on the paper.

He meticulously copied both the symbols and the information.

Envelope was puzzled, “Master, I must have forgotten the message I wanted to convey to you, just like before. Although my Retrospection Ability now has no ten-minute limit, I also don’t know what happened before.”

“Whenever I try to look back at the meaning of that phrase, I feel an obstruction, as if that part of the memory had been erased.”

“However, there seems to be some strange information in that idiot Carlos’s memory, related to that phrase.”

Du Wei’s eyes lit up.

“Tell me,” he said.

“It’s like this, Master. Carlos lived until the end of the Victorian Era. Back then, he seemed to be inside a snowy mountain, leading many slaves to construct a high tower…”

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In Envelope’s memory.

The continuous mountain ranges of the Victorian Era, perpetually covered in snow.

Carlos stood amidst the wind and snow, brandishing a whip, berating a large group of slaves as they constructed an eerie high tower.

Only a small part of that high tower was above ground.

Most of its body was underground.

And when the high tower was completed,

a blood sacrifice ritual was inevitable.

All the slaves died right there on the spot.

In the end, Carlos, carrying a yellowed oil lamp, entered the interior of the high tower, following stairs shrouded in darkness, step by step, toward the depths below the earth.

Time passed, unmarked.

Carlos arrived in front of a stone door, which he opened. It was a vast space surrounded by seventy-two stone doors, each looking exactly like Hell’s Gate.

And in the center was a stone coffin.

The lid of the stone coffin was still ajar, hovering above, as though it might fall at any moment.

Around the stone coffin, the closest were four Gates of Hell.

They represented the Four Pillars.

But these four Gates of Hell had no carvings, as if they were unfinished.

Carlos ignored the four Gates of Hell and went straight to the side of the stone coffin and knelt down.

With an immensely sorrowful tone, he said, “I have already thrown out that book, someone will pick it up. But the task you entrusted to me, I have not completed.”

“An accident occurred in the plan, and I am just your humble servant; my wisdom is nothing compared to yours. I cannot make everything develop according to your plan.”

“Great master, please provide me with some guidance. I am willing to die, as long as I can fulfill your plan.”

And just then,

Carlos shuddered, turning his head to look behind him.

At the entrance, there stood Du Wei, with pitch-black eyes and an indifferent face.