Chapter 322: 320, transliteration Valak
June 12th, deep into the night at 11 PM.
The second-floor bedroom of the counseling clinic.
“Huff…”
Du Wei gasped for air and abruptly opened his eyes.
The faint moonlight penetrated through the curtains, casting reflections inside the bedroom, but because no lights were on, the illumination inside was very dim.
“I never thought I’d co out from a dream in this manner…”
In the darkness, Du Wei reached out to remove his mask and fumbled for the bedside lamp switch, gently pressing it.
Click…
The light ca on, and the details of the room beca clear.
Out of habit, Du Wei scanned the surroundings, then sat up in bed and reached into the backpack next to him to check his possessions.
The mask, flintlock gun, black umbrella, coins, Joker Card, and other items were all intact, none having been left behind in the dream.
Du Wei’s tone was sowhat complex, “I didn’t have to use any of my escape thods, but that’s also a good thing. At least I can roughly know that it won’t be jumping out of the dream world for now, as it seems unsure about killing .”
“But that doesn’t an it can’t co into reality, rather because it wants to devour more people’s nightmares and appear in the human world in the form of a Demon Spirit.”
“By then, as long as people are still having nightmares, it would be as if it had an undying body.”
“Unless all those people die.”
“And I would have to die as well, or else it would exist forever.”
This ti, his encounter with the ghostly nun, though it couldn’t even be considered a close call and was very brief, actually concealed dangers far more troubling than any Evil Spirit or Evil Spirit Transformation he had faced before.
If compared to the Dark Shadow, the Dark Shadow would attack Du Wei whenever it had the chance, but it always fell just short, preventing it from succeeding.
However, the nun was different. It lurked in dreams, waiting to transform at the most inextricable mont before coming into reality.
The problem was significant…
Du Wei frowned, but then he rembered the sequence of letters the nun uttered just before he was kicked out of the Dream World.
valak…
“Is that your true na?”
Du Wei puzzled, took out the ring from his wallet and examined it closely.
The ring was engraved with the letters ‘val,’ and the subsequent letters were deliberately obliterated.
Earlier, while he was on the bus, he saw an Evil Spirit wearing a Golden Brooch, on which he found the letters ‘va’ and what seed to be an ‘k’ that was also erased.
If that letter was indeed a ‘k’…
Then the na the nun uttered was very likely its true na.
Because all the letters put together, excluding duplicates, neatly spelled out valak…
Phonetically, that would be Valak.
Du Wei couldn’t help but muse, “If Valak is its true na, why would it tell ? Once I know its true na, I could call it out and banish it from the human world, and the curse would disappear. There would be no point at all.”
“The logic doesn’t add up…”
“Is the true na a false one, ant to mislead ? But that also wouldn’t make any sense. Once Lawrence sends over those antiques, I would quickly find out its true na.”
At that mont, Du Wei hesitated.
Even though he instinctively felt that Valak could be its true na, Du Wei dared not call it out just yet.
He felt that there must be sothing amiss with the situation.
“I need to wait a bit longer…”
“Otherwise, if just one elent is wrong, things could develop into a scenario that even I might not be able to control.”
Being calm and cautious was the best approach to dealing with these ghostly matters.
Other thods, whether it’s possession by an Evil Spirit or those special artifacts, were rely ans to an end.
“Moreover, I need to prepare a backup plan, in case there’s an issue with the true na leading to a passive situation.”
What he ant was resolving the nun’s curse without resorting to the true na, or ensuring it could never activate, remaining dormant forever.
I need to think about this carefully.
He said this as he glanced at the ti on his phone. It was just past 11 PM, with quite so ti remaining before dawn would break.
Looking at the phone screen.
There was sothing strange in Du Wei’s eyes, for he had received a call from an unknown number in his dream, only to have it turn out to be from Ryan.
At present, Ryan was equivalent to a potential undercover agent for Dusk Bell Church.
No one could have imagined that he was one of our own.
“I don’t know if I can get in touch with him.”
Du Wei rembered that phone number very clearly, so after hesitating for a bit, he picked up his cellphone and entered the precise number.
Beep…
The call connected, it was not a disconnected number.
Beep…
Beep…
Du Wei listened to the busy signal, frowning, “No one is answering? Or is this not Ryan’s cell phone number?”
Ryan was insane…
Although he didn’t know how Ryan managed to make a phone call to Du Wei in his dreams, perhaps the phone number wasn’t accurate.
It might only belong to Ryan’s imagination in the dream world; just by chance, the sa number was also in use in the real world.
Du Wei sighed helplessly, then was about to hang up the call.
But at that mont, the call was answered.
“Pant… pant…”
It sounded like soone was breathing heavily into the phone…
It probably wasn’t Ryan.
Du Wei thought for a mont, then spoke, “Sorry, I dialed the wrong number.”
After saying that, he was about to disconnect.
But suddenly, a deep, chilly laughter ca from the other end, “Heh heh… heh heh…”
The laughter was eerie…
Sohow, Du Wei felt an instinctive discomfort, but he didn’t sense any danger.
He said, “Are you an Evil Spirit?”
The other side: “Heh heh…”
Accompanied by the cold laughter, the temperature in the bedroom began to drop slowly.
The lightbulb on the ceiling made a crackling sound of electricity, and the light flickered on and off.
Du Wei raised an eyebrow, if it was an Evil Spirit, he really wasn’t very scared.
If it dared to show up at his house, it wouldn’t be leaving easily.
Even if he let it escape, Du Wei would choose to mark it so that in tis of danger, it could serve as a scout.
Honestly.
Du Wei was quite in need of Evil Spirits…
And so Evil Spirits may need a little help because of the way they are triggered.
For example, Roy, Du Wei’s cultist neighbor back then, got targeted by a dark shadow because he stuffed notes into hos.
In a certain sense, that was an invitation.
Therefore, Du Wei spoke into the phone again, “My ho is at 109 Queen Street in the North Brook District, you’re welco to visit.”
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
…
At this very mont.
In the outskirts of New York City, inside the ruins of Hill Psychiatric Hospital, traces of a fire were clearly visible.
Even after more than half a month had passed, the place was still devoid of life.
Deep within Hill Psychiatric Hospital, behind the lighthouse-like structure, was a desolate graveyard.
Looking around, most of the tombstones were broken, but one was intact.
In the night sky, a cloud slowly drifted by, the bright moonlight shining on the tombstone, sealing a photo in gel on the upper part of the tombstone.
It was a blond Caucasian man dressed in a priest’s attire with deep-set features but an extrely pale complexion, as if he had suffered from a serious illness…
Clearly, he was the tomb’s owner.
Once at Hill Psychiatric Hospital, Du Wei had heard from Mrs. Taylor, the matron, that twenty years ago, a blond Exorcist arrived at what was then the Hill Psychiatric Hospital, also a church at the ti.
Antique clocks, masks, and oil paintings were among his belongings.
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