"Devils... you devil."
In an autopsy room.
Freddy leaned against the corner, his hands flailing wildly, and his eyes filled with panic and terror.
"I know it's you, Du Wei, you devil, co out!"
In front of him.
On the autopsy table, a white cloth covered a body.
Originally, the autopsy table was empty.
But a few minutes earlier, the white cloth had inflated on its own and ford the outline of a body.
Freddy was almost driven insane by this haunted place.
But he also knew it very well.
It was that man's subconscious dreaming.
Although Freddy couldn't figure out why that man had switched his own dream onto himself, he knew.
That man must have had a backup plan, a way to get himself out, or to return here.
"Don't try to mislead , I know that definitely isn't your corpse, stop pretending!"
"I won't be deceived by you again!"
Freddy was now on the verge of a breakdown.
He hated Du Wei imnsely, even during the countless nights tornted by Ryan, he had thought that if he ever encountered Du Wei again, he must kill him.
He kept hypnotizing himself, imrsing in hatred and anger.
Otherwise, he would have already given in to the torture and chosen suicide.
Not everyone can endure Ryan's incessant mockery.
However.
After the corpse eerily appeared, there had been no movent.
Freddy felt that Du Wei, that devil, must want him to approach or to lay hands on himself, in order to complete so unspeakable evil purpose.
After all, such things were too familiar to that devil.
"I, Freddy, have seen through you, you can't fool !"
He, too, had been made a bit incessantly chatty by Ryan.
Always spouting threats, but never daring to act.
Just then.
The hand of the corpse suddenly trembled.
Freddy trembled along with it.
He imdiately huddled tightly in the corner, curling up and watching the corpse with eyes both terrified and collapsing.
"Don't co over here!"
The corpse seed to sense sothing and imdiately grabbed the white cloth, pulling it down with one swift move.
Hu...
Du Wei abruptly sat up, his face deathly pale.
"Finally, inside..."
He indeed had a way to return to this dream; after all, it was originally his own dream.
However, the return took a little too long.
It wasn't until now that he regained consciousness and truly returned here.
This was unexpected to him.
That is to say, if Freddy had attacked him earlier, he might have actually succeeded.
Freddy, on the other hand, didn't realize his fear of Du Wei and missed a golden opportunity.
He even thought it was a deliberate act by Du Wei.
"You finally couldn't bear it anymore and want to take action against , right?"
Freddy roared with gritted teeth.
The one who used to be many people's nightmare, the horror of Elm Street, now finds himself in this plight.
And, he discovered that he had completely lost the connection with the dream.
The master of the dream had changed the mont Du Wei appeared again.
Du Wei gave him a cold look and stepped down from the autopsy table.
There was no need to bother with Freddy anymore.
Because the mont he appeared here, he knew his position was exposed.
He walked to the edge of the autopsy room, where there should have been a door.
Du Wei placed his hand on it.
Cold to the bone.
For a mont, Du Wei felt the chilling sensation of sharp claws grazing his skin, and it seed as if the figure of the Demon Nun appeared before him, her dark yellow eyes staring intently at him.
"Didn't you want to kill ?"
"Now, I give you the chance."
Du Wei's voice revealed an indescribable coldness; he was sowhat reminiscent of the Evil Spirit Du Wei, yet there was a desperate ruthlessness about him.
He had truly prepared for death.
The next second.
A door appeared in front of Du Wei.
With his right hand, he grasped the doorknob and gently pulled.
Then, he saw standing outside the door a Demon Nun about two ters tall, clad in a nun's habit, with sallow skin, a hooked nose, dark circles around the eyes, and a mouth full of sharp fangs.
At that mont.
Du Wei was almost pressed against the Demon Nun.
At the sa ti.
Freddy let out an incredibly terrified scream.
"Have you gone mad? We're all going to die!"
The reason it didn't dare do anything inside the autopsy room was precisely because outside, in the dream, the Demon Nun was lurking.
But now.
Du Wei had opened the door, unleashing the Demon Nun.
Imdiately after, Freddy's eyes widened with even greater terror.
Because it saw that on the autopsy table, another Du Wei had appeared, identical to the first.
Only, this Du Wei was covered in blood.
His gaze was so fierce that Freddy dared not et his eyes.
It also saw that this Du Wei was clutching sothing like a card tightly in his hand, the sharp edges cutting into his palm, blood flowing ceaselessly.
Instinctively.
Freddy stopped screaming, not daring to make another sound, and played dead on the spot.
"Is this your trump card?"
The voice of the Evil Spirit Du Wei was sinister, yet it conveyed an indescribable weakness.
With a pupil contraction, the Demon Nun was immobilized.
But blood also trickled from the corner of its eyes.
It must be said.
The state of the Evil Spirit Du Wei was abysmal.
The "battery" had run out; everyone in the Veda Sect who had co into contact with Pennywise had been drained of their life force, turning into evil spirits.
The bus, Horror House, Joker Card, and even the Backstab from the shadows had caught it off guard.
It didn't even have the energy to deal with Pennywise anymore.
The cost of the drained battery.
Was that it had to embed the wish-granting Joker Card into its palm, desperately assimilate it, and made a wish that led it here.
However.
It had expected the other self to rely hide in the dream, but after chasing in, it discovered another Demon Nun inside the dream.
At the doorway.
Both Du Wei and the Demon Nun were immobilized.
But the Demon Nun was trembling slightly; it wasn't much weaker than the Evil Spirit Du Wei, only locked in the dream.
Moreover, the current state of the Evil Spirit Du Wei was one of weakness and near death.
Its chances of winning were not small.
The Evil Spirit Du Wei coughed up blood; with difficulty, it rose from the bed and staggered toward the other self.
"I am the real Du Wei!"
"How could I possibly lose to you!"
"Look at you now, then look at ; don't you understand?"
The mory of the Evil Spirit Du Wei was Du Wei's past; it was like a mirror, stripped of essence, stripped of that terrifying ability, it was the Du Wei of the past.
Compared to it, the real Du Wei indeed had beco increasingly alien to himself.
Non-human does not an inhuman.
This was what Du Wei had always adhered to; he had indeed not beco non-human, but had started to beco inhuman.
Upon hearing this.
Du Wei suddenly felt a sense of relief; the immobilizing force was gradually weakening.
He was a hunter.
And he could resist the Evil Spirit Du Wei; the previous gap had narrowed a bit by now.
But the Demon Nun in front of him was trembling, raising its hand toward Du Wei's chest, which looked like a caress between lovers.
Yet a single touch would an certain death.
Du Wei turned his head and looked at the other self.
He said, "Your strength exceeded my expectations, but I also knew you must have a backup plan, that's why I prepared myself to die with you."
"The threat of Evil Spirit Transformation has indeed made less and less like myself."
"But I cannot agree with what you said!"
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