Chapter 350: 347, as you wish
9 PM.
Outside the psychological counseling clinic.
It was late at night, and except for the café across the street still open for business, the entirety of Queen Street lay in silence.
The murder case that had occurred earlier made this place desolate at night.
As a result, many of the storefronts on the opposite street had closed down, even that café was likely not going to last much longer.
Therefore.
Du Wei wasn’t worried that lting two gold bottles in the alchemy furnace late at night would garner anyone else’s attention.
Hmm…
The lting Furnace he ordered arrived quickly, because he paid triple the delivery fee.
“Let see, what secrets are hidden in these two bottles,”
Du Wei said in a cold voice, directly tossing the two gold bottles into the alchemy furnace.
After closing the triple-layered thermal insulation cover and pressing the start button, the entire lting Furnace began to operate.
But at that instant.
A chill suddenly surged from the bottom of Du Wei’s heart…
It was as if he was in an ice cave, the kind of feeling where even breathing seems to halt.
In his ears, he faintly heard a series of painful moans.
There was sothing…
His face darkened, and he imdiately paused the operation of the lting Furnace.
Under the state of Spirit Vision, the entire lting Furnace was shrouded in a layer of dark fog, that fog, alive like tendrils intertwining, had actually ford two human faces.
The faces were very blurry, but their contours were clearly visible, small, youthful…
“Not an Evil Spirit…”
Du Wei’s eyes were sowhat gloomy; those two youthful faces gave him the feeling of ghosts…
Ghosts, according to the church’s records, might be a lesser form of Evil Spirit. Killed under extre conditions, they could beco ghosts.
But Evil Spirits aren’t too particular about logic.
They are absolutely a product of idealism, if they exist, they exist, if not, they do not.
“Soone sacrificed two children while making these two gold vases…”
Du Wei spoke in an indescribably cold tone; lately, he had seldom gone through an Evil Spirit Transformation, as he was trying to prevent the loss of his humanity to the critical point where he could beco unlike himself.
“This world always makes feel out of place.”
After saying this, Du Wei reached out to turn the switch on again, sat down on the grass, and lit a cigarette for himself.
…
At this very mont.
On the other side, in Scolyn City.
The people of the Veda Sect, under the leadership of Hannibal, also arrived at the old district that had long been abandoned.
“This place used to specialize in making mirrors, but with the replacent of handcrafts by chanization, it has been completely deserted for many years, our god is here.”
“Here, there is an existence of a Mirror Evil Spirit, but its dium has been completely destroyed, it does not exist in reality.”
“Through it, we can see our god.”
“But because the dium is destroyed, we need to use another mirror to reflect its true form.”
Walking into the old district, Hannibal glanced at the mirror fragnts scattered on the ground and said softly to the others, “Be careful, these mirror fragnts won’t reflect our images.”
Soone bent down and picked up a piece of mirror fragnt at random.
Generally, the back of a mirror has a gray coating, and from the front, it can clearly reflect the reference object, while the bottom is an indescribable white.
In this piece of mirror fragnt, that white had never changed.
“It’s indeed as you said, so Mr. Hannibal, are you sure that the mirror we brought can really work?”
The person casually tossed away the fragnt, their tone very cold.
Hannibal turned his head, smiling at her and said, “Of course, you will soon see our god, and you will be amazed by its perfection, shocked by its strength.”
Her tone softened sowhat, “Then please begin, praise our god.”
She no longer exclusively used the phrase “praise Veda” because if their god was proven to exist, that phrase could no longer be specific but would beco general.
Hannibal clapped his hands smilingly, and imdiately soone carried over a human-sized mirror covered with a red cloth.
The entire mirror was exceedingly heavy.
And strangely, although the red cloth covered the mirror, it showed a concave indentation.
The back of the mirror was the sa.
Thud…
The mirror stood on the ground.
Hannibal looked up at the night sky, which was overcast.
For so reason, this street seed to never see the moon anymore; looking up always t with a sky full of dark clouds.
In his heart, Hannibal asked, “Did you do this, my friend?”
Then he laughed even more cheerfully.
As if he had found a confidant, Hannibal had a very special affection for the Evil Spirit Du Wei. Even though the Evil Spirit Du Wei had burst his body three tis and he had almost died at the other’s hand, it was still the sa.
Being the only special one ant loneliness.
Those who had experienced loneliness, upon seeing their own kind, found it hard to resist the longing in their hearts.
Hannibal even felt that he and the Evil Spirit Du Wei were brothers.
Irrelevant to skin color or race, unrelated to bloodline and past.
Simply because they were both special.
“Let’s begin…”
Hannibal took a deep breath, walked up to the mirror, and waved his hand.
The others nodded solemnly and took out daggers to slice open their right palms.
Blood dripped down from the wounds.
Accompanied by a low chanting.
Solemn and reverent…
The voice was long and wave-like, one after another.
During this process, people continually knelt on the ground, bowing deeply in worship.
Others used their blood to draw special symbols on the ground.
This was a sacrifice, and also a thod used by the Veda Sect to communicate with the Vedas.
But for a very long ti, no one had been able to establish accurate contact with the Vedas, only receiving vague responses.
And these responses had to be interpreted by the leader, Akaret.
Suddenly…
The red cloth covering that mirror moved slightly.
The concave area bulged out bit by bit, as if sothing inside wanted to co out.
Seeing this, a thrill of excitent flashed in Hannibal’s eyes. He took a breath with agitation, grabbed the corner of the red cloth, and yanked it fiercely.
The entire mirror then appeared before everyone’s eyes.
It was a full-length mirror, with a fra made of solid wood, its carved patterns filled with gold thread.
Luxurious and extravagant.
At that mont, the surface of the mirror was pitch black, not fitting in with the world, with black mist roiling inside.
Whoosh…
All present, including Hannibal, heard a breath being exhaled.
They felt a chill deep in their hearts, with a numbing terror that could not be described in words seeping into their flesh and organs from their scalps.
A pair of black pupils appeared within the mirror, calmly observing everyone outside of it.
The intense oppression made everyone’s hearts beat frantically, and their breathing beca difficult.
Crack…
Soone couldn’t withstand the pressure and lay prostrate on the ground, unable to speak.
In the depths of Hannibal’s heart, a cold voice erged.
He heard the Evil Spirit Du Wei saying, “Bring my body back.”
In his heart, Hannibal wondered, “You should be able to co out of the mirror, so why do you need a body?”
The Evil Spirit Du Wei replied coldly, “Because I am Du Wei.”
Hannibal nodded thoughtfully and said firmly, “As you wish, my friend.”
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