Chapter 264: 263, Cheating Player
Crack…
Du Wei looked down at the shattered pieces of the mirror, stepping on them with his foot.
He turned his head to look forward.
A mirror after mirror reflected his masked visage.
In each mirror, he held a dagger, exuding a cold temperant.
He didn’t look like a good person.
All of a sudden,
Du Wei frowned, his Right Hand gripping the Dagger as he thrust it violently backward.
The sound of shattering mirrors rang out.
He turned his head to look behind him, only to see soone who looked exactly like him raising the Dagger high, poised to strike him.
Unfortunately,
In his chest, a Dagger had penetrated deeply, with nurous cracks spreading from the wound.
Shattering…
Pieces of mirror danced…
“It seems it’s not the Evil Spirit…”
Du Wei said to himself, his tone void of any fluctuation.
When he was pulled into the mirror, he was prepared to confront the Mirror Evil Spirit head-on; however, until now, the Mirror Evil Spirit had not shown itself before him.
The thing in front of him seed more like a reflection.
At this thought,
Du Wei slowly withdrew the Dagger and continued to walk forward.
And those reflections in the mirrors showed no signs of movent.
They stared intently at Du Wei, holding the Dagger without uttering a word.
Although they were inside the mirrors, they gave the impression they could step out at any mont.
Du Wei, however, seed not to hear, quickening his pace instead.
Ever since entering this building and seeing those mirrors that could reflect himself, Du Wei had a bold hypothesis in his mind.
In the world reflected in mirrors, one does not have a reflection of their own.
This had been proven from the start.
However, the mirrors in this eerie place reflected his face, indistinguishable from the one outside the mirror.
It was discordant.
It also ant that he had arrived at the domain of the Mirror Evil Spirit.
Most importantly…
Du Wei felt he had discovered the secret of the reflection.
It was consistent with the aning conveyed by the word “reflection.”
“Hannibal must have noticed this issue as well, so I need to find him quickly and resolve this whole matter,”
Having said that, Du Wei tossed a Coin again, randomly choosing a direction to hasten forward.
As long as his luck was good enough, he could find Hannibal even with his eyes closed.
The power of will, in so sense, is akin to cheating.
…
On the other side,
About ten ters ahead of Du Wei,
Hannibal’s expression beca very intriguing.
He looked at his own reflections in the mirrors and took off his always-worn flat cap.
But his reflections did not do the sa.
“This is quite fascinating… my replica? Hehe… I feel I’ve been slighted,”
Hannibal licked his lips and walked up to a mirror with a dignified air, tilting his head to examine it.
Around him, there were more than ten mirrors.
No matter if it was the front or back of a mirror, there were his reflections, albeit the backs were imperfect or entirely blank due to the angle.
And the Hannibals in those mirrors all turned their heads simultaneously, staring at him with a smile.
The smiles were numb and stiff.
Crack…
Hannibal kicked the mirror in front of him.
The mirror imdiately tilted backward and crashed heavily onto the floor, shattering into pieces.
Upon seeing this, Hannibal blinked and turned his head around, realizing at so point all the reflections had stepped out of the mirrors.
“What’s the use? I am the reference point; you all are rely my reflections. I don’t use weapons, so the Evil Spirit can’t materialize,”
The doctrine of the Dusk Bell Church is even more extre than that of the church itself, and their hunters are nurous, always specifically hunting Evil Spirits.
There had been hunters who had co into contact with the Mirror Evil Spirit before.
Therefore, Hannibal naturally knew the Mirror Evil Spirit’s problem.
Even to the extent that,
before he was pulled into the mirror, he had left a Substitute Demon outside.
Hannibal’s laughter was low and carried a hint of madness, “You can’t kill .”
However…
The next second.
With a bang,
a bullet hit his head.
Hannibal, expressionless, wiped the blood trickling down from his eye socket and turned his head to look.
He saw, in the back, one after another, “Du Wei” holding a pistol, had pulled the trigger.
In the blink of an eye.
Hannibal’s body was riddled with holes.
He did not have the ti to react, nor the ti to dodge, before he fell into a pool of blood.
The scene was gruesoly bloody to the extre.
But he still was not dead; instead, an incomprehensible thought surfaced in his mind.
With Du Wei’s intelligence, it was impossible not to notice the problem with reflections, so why would he dare to take out a gun.
Could it be that he is not worried about being killed by the reflection?
He didn’t have anything to use as a substitute for his death.
At that ti… the sound of footsteps ca closer.
Du Wei, wearing a mask, walked over from behind the reflection; along the way, those reflections seed to completely ignore him, staring dead at Hannibal, firing their guns in an orderly manner.
Looking at Hannibal, who was trying to stand up in the pool of blood,
Du Wei’s eyes had turned a blood red.
The shadow over his body had also grown denser.
Shadow Entity possession…
He indeed was not worried about being killed by the reflection.
Because the one controlling the body wasn’t him at all, it was the Evil Spirit Shadow…
With no target, how could the reflection act against it.
Plus a bit of luck.
Du Wei felt like he was cheating right now.
But embarrassingly enough,
the mont he regained control of his body, those reflections would shoot at him without hesitation, and he would definitely die then.
Moreover,
in this state, Du Wei couldn’t control the Shadow to do his bidding.
So when the remaining bullets were fired, those reflections stopped moving.
Hannibal had just caught his breath and was about to run, but the scene before him completely befuddled him.
This “Du Wei” suddenly hesitated and reached out his hand toward the reflection nearby.
With a swish…
A reflection’s head was ripped off. Just as the body was about to die in a way similar to wringing out a towel, it suddenly shattered into pieces.
The Shadow, looking at those reflections, its eyes full of blood, flickered with a strange color.
As if it were excited.
Each reflection looked exactly like Du Wei.
And the Shadow’s most desired kill was Du Wei.
Then, before Hannibal’s eyes, sothing bizarre happened.
“Du Wei” did not attack him; instead, he moved against the reflections, one after another, forcibly removing the heads of the reflections and shattering them.
It grew more and more excited…
Although the Shadow could not distinguish between these reflections and Du Wei with its intelligence, it simply didn’t care.
Whether one way or the other, both were Du Wei, so just kill…
And Du Wei, watching this absurd yet thrilling scene from a third-person perspective, was disturbingly calm.
He silently counted the ti in his head.
When the Shadow killed a few more of his reflections, it would be ti to take back control of his body.
By then, Hannibal must die.
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