Tap tap tap…
The sound of footsteps echoed.
On the second floor of the villa, a man wearing a mask and a trench coat arrived.
A faint shadow enveloped him, making the contours of his body slightly blurry.
Moreover, he held a pistol in his right hand and was flipping a coin in his left.
Suddenly, the man turned his head to look behind him.
...
The staircase he had co up had vanished, replaced by the floor and solid walls.
He chuckled softly and then shifted his gaze out the window.
At that mont, signs of spatial disorder had appeared, and the outside world was pitch black in his view.
It was as if night had fallen.
“The first ti I left this place, I thought about entering again to take you with in order to obtain another mask, but then an accident happened, and I learnt the secret of the masks in Massas City, where I got that mask.”
“By now, a lot of ti has passed.”
“So, don’t you want to co out and say hello?”
This “you” referred to the Masked Evil Spirit inside the villa.
There were three bedrooms on the second floor, a study with a broken lock, and a living room.
Silence, oppressive.
…
In so dark, cramped space inside the villa, Hannibal opened his eyes once more.
He saw new words had appeared on that letter—[Du Wei seems to have co to the villa before and had contact with that evil spirit. He used an unknown thod to leave, but now, he seems to have turned his target to that Evil Spirit, rather than you]
After reading the content of the letter.
Hannibal involuntarily narrowed his eyes.
“It’s a trap.”
He made a judgnt in his mind and then thought about the issue—Du Wei didn’t know his exact location, so it’s possible that Du Wei would first encounter that Evil Spirit. �
“I’m becoming more and more curious about why you have so many Evil Spirits attached to you. Is it because you’ve found a way to use them, or is it because of your Evil Spirit Transformation Ability?”
“I tend to believe the latter. I can make Evil Spirits die in my stead, and perhaps you can manipulate them.”
In a sense, Hannibal had made a correct guess, but the information he disregarded was not at all incorrect.
Du Wei indeed first discovered a way to use Evil Spirits, which then led to his Marking Ability.
To put it simply.
Du Wei’s gambit was much like borrowing from loan sharks; the Evil Spirits were his creditors. However, borrowing too much actually made the creditors suffer.
The Mark was nothing more than a controllable switch, preventing Du Wei from constantly walking a tightrope.
Just then, another paragraph of text erged on the letter in Hannibal’s hand.
The content read:
[Du Wei opened the door of a bedroom and walked in. The distance between him and you grew further. For so unknown reason, the Evil Spirit in the villa took an active interest in him. This may be an opportunity]
Seeing this, Hannibal’s eyes twinkled with an unusual light.
He thought of sothing quite interesting.
If played well, he might be able to have the Evil Spirit in the villa consud, gaining an extra life to die in his stead.
At the sa ti, he could bring Du Wei’s body back to the headquarters of the Veda Sect to be sacrificed to the Evil Spirit Du Wei.
“Let’s play a ga of cat and mouse.”
The Evil Spirit was afraid of Hannibal, but not Du Wei.
Hannibal wasn’t concerned about Du Wei, but he feared being trapped to death in the villa.
This wax and wane created a delicate situation.
Just adding a little sothing could make things chaotic.
Only through chaos could Hannibal break the ga.
…
And now.
Du Wei stood in the room of Mina’s daughter, that is, Kelly’s room.
The room was exactly as he had left it, with no differences.
The golden-haired little girl’s corpse was still hanging upside down; the bloodstains were forever fixed at the mont before her death, never turning brown.
His gaze shifted downward, eting the eyes of the corpse.
The eyes only held emptiness and deathly stillness.
In so sense, the corpse had already beco one with the eerie space inside the villa.
Perhaps “strangeness” was a more fitting word.
Beneath the corpse was the pattern of the hexagram; a candle was placed at each point, burning silently.
Once.
Du Wei had used a lighter that could combat the Evil Spirit to burn the hair on the corpse’s head…
He was trying to test the rules.
But now there was no need for that.
“Co out, I’ve t all the conditions for you to make a move against , and the mask I’m wearing should have been yours.”
“I can feel your gaze.”
“You’re watching , aren’t you?”
There was no response, but Du Wei wasn’t disheartened, stepping casually over the corpse, he walked to the window and surveyed the scenery outside in a leisurely manner.
It didn’t look like he was there to deal with Hannibal or the Evil Spirit, it was more like he was visiting a friend’s ho.
Very uncharacteristic of Du Wei.
But if there was an “acquainted” Evil Spirit here.
And if this Evil Spirit possessed intelligence, it wouldn’t find anything amiss, because this was very Du Wei.
In an instant.
A grating, sour creak sounded.
The bedroom door suddenly slamd shut with a thud.
The light in the room dimd, the candles going out one after another.
Du Wei still looked out the window, hands in pockets, his eyes calm and profound.
The corpse of Kelly behind him also faced away, but in that mont, the rope suspending the corpse slowly turned a full circle.
The corpse turned as well, its hollow, lifeless eyes reflecting Du Wei’s silhouette.
The Evil Spirit was manipulating the corpse,
which eerily hovered, defying any natural posture, facing the ceiling, parallel to it, and silently moved closer to Du Wei.
This was sowhat different from how it had previously tried to attack Du Wei.
Gradually.
The corpse got closer and closer to Du Wei.
Its hands also slowly reached out, aiming for Du Wei’s back.
The precise spot was right where the heart was.
But just then, Du Wei turned his head to look at the weirdly positioned corpse.
In the mask he wore, his eyes—bloodshot—held a hint of malice.
Brother Shadow had been forced into the mask by Du Wei, and now it had encountered its owner.
Above Du Wei’s head, a delicate woman’s arm had appeared out of nowhere at so point, reaching for the mask.
Deathly silence.
Above, on the ceiling, rustling noises began to echo as if rats were scurrying through it.
Du Wei watched this unfold, his hands erging from his pockets.
In his left hand, he held a flintlock gun and pulled the trigger toward the corpse, while his right hand, as pale as the corpse’s flesh, grabbed the delicate woman’s arm that was trying to snatch the mask.
With a bang.
The corpse’s head burst apart…
Du Wei’s right hand firmly grasped the delicate woman’s arm.
Only at this mont did Du Wei calmly say, “I was going to let you join my forces, but upon reflection, I’ve decided to abandon that plan.”
“Because Brother Shadow is more useful than you.”
“And I don’t need another Masked Evil Spirit.”
Having said that, Du Wei yanked downward harshly, and the body of Mrs. Mina was dragged out in a crude and brutal manner.
The next second.
Du Wei removed the mask with his left hand and placed it over its face.
Matters between Masked Evil Spirits should be left for them to resolve.
Then, Du Wei loosened his grip and looked coldly at the ceiling above.
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