Chapter 565: 562, a sycophant won’t die a good death. Chapter 565: 562, a sycophant won’t die a good death. Truth be told,
Du Wei never imagined that his luck could be so rotten.
Was it because he had made too many enemies?
Or was the world just too dangerous?
It wasn’t that trouble found him wherever he went; rather, wherever he went, there were Evil Spirits, Demons, and Strangeness that he had wronged.
The only thing missing was a Demon God.
“Could it be my problem?”
In the painting, Du Wei watched the outside world with a sullen face.
...
He was now hiding within the painting; neither the bus nor the Horror House had been able to pinpoint him, but two terrifyingly strange beings definitely knew he was in New York.
They just didn’t realize that his location hadn’t moved at all.
At that mont, a cold aura suddenly emanated from Du Wei’s pocket, and he turned his head to see an envelope struggling to wriggle out.
“What’s going on with you?”
Ever since he entered the Three Stone Coffins of Boine, the envelope had not co out again; it seed to be trapped in so weird state.
And now, it was silently awakening.
Right at this mont.
No sooner had the envelope erged, than Du Wei saw countless needle patterns crawling all over it.
The patterns twisted together, heaping up as if foreshadowing sothing.
This scene had happened before.
It was after Du Wei touched the Stele that bore the patterns of the Demon Gods, letting the envelope approach it on his behalf, that an aberration had occurred.
But that ti, the envelope just failed to reveal any information related to the Demon Gods.
Beyond that, it could still communicate normally.
However, this ti, the situation was much more severe.
[…]
The envelope hovered in front of Du Wei, shaking up and down incessantly as if trying to convey so ssage, but no matter what, it was unsuccessful.
A shadow flickered across Du Wei’s eyes.
“Envelope?”
There was no precise response.
He asked again, “The Three Stone Coffins of Boine, did they make you rember sothing? You want to communicate it to right now, don’t you?”
The envelope trembled frantically.
Du Wei’s gaze beca even more dangerous, “Is it related to ? Or is it about the Demon Gods?”
It hesitated for a mont, then bobbed up and down as if nodding.
“Both?”
Du Wei was stunned, “Can you recover by yourself? Like last ti, would you destroy yourself and then co back to life again?”
Those deeply hidden pieces of information were what Du Wei always longed for.
But the more he uncovered,
the more he realized there was a significant problem with himself.
Sothing was always affecting him; it might have been Rahr’s Bell or perhaps so other entity.
Therefore, a fire was always smoldering in Du Wei’s heart.
The more he suppressed it, the angrier he beca.
And the more he detested.
Just then, the envelope covered with dense needle patterns and floating in front of him suddenly burst into flas.
It understood Du Wei’s words.
When the ashes scattered and it resurrected and crawled out from the inside,
a line of text starkly appeared on the paper.
[Master, that Three Stone Coffin of Boine, for so reason, it affected the envelope, the envelope rembered what happened last ti, what’s recorded on the Stele is, those Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods of Solomon…]
[They’re spreading…]
The text appeared to this point when those bizarre symbols started to erge, spreading outward again.
It seed as if they were preventing the Envelope from revealing the truth.
[No good, the Envelope will soon forget that information, Master, you must rember, among the patterns on the Stele, there’s one that represents you… ah… I’m dying, I’m dying.]
[Master, I, the Envelope, am indeed your most loyal dog!]
After the last line materialized, the entire Envelope once again turned to ash.
When it resurrected later.
[Huh, what just happened? Master, there’s sothing wrong with your eyes, is there anything the Envelope did recently that you’re unhappy with?]
Du Wei clenched his fists, and with a forced smile, said, “No, you’ve been doing very well lately, I’m very satisfied, I just suddenly really want to kill sothing.”
The Envelope trembled with excitent.
[Brother Shadow, co out, it’s ti for you to give your all.]
Hiss…
A Dagger instantly pierced through the Envelope, and Brother Shadow, with his head tilted, stared with bloodshot eyes, puzzled and uncomprehending as he looked at the Envelope.
It was only then that the Envelope noticed.
Brother Shadow had been standing behind it the whole ti, and another Dagger was also thrust through Gascogne’s chest, pinning him firmly to the ground as he lay there unconscious and bleeding out excessively.
[Brother Shadow, don’t do this, we’re both the Master’s most loyal subordinates, why should we fight to the death?]
The Envelope’s attitude suddenly beca obsequious.
And it continued spouting words incessantly.
[Where’s that idiot Brand? That fool, disgusts , I, the Envelope, detest bootlickers the most, he should be the one to die.]
Du Wei, with a somber tone, said, “He’s already gone, we’re inside the painting now, outside is New York, but two Strangeness are dragging the city’s reflection, it seems they want New York to fall.”
Whether it was due to the Envelope’s strong bootlicking skills,
Or because its self-proclaid image as Du Wei’s most loyal dog had indeed beco fixed,
Du Wei actually spoke patiently, explaining the situation to it.
This surprised and delighted the Envelope.
[Master, what’s gotten into you? Why are you treating the Envelope with such an attitude? It’s not fitting for soone of your villainous stature, you’re supposed to coldly exploit the Envelope!]
[Wait a minute, you couldn’t be fake, could you?]
[My Master is a being even more ruthless than the most evil capitalist, there’s no way you’d converse with , the Envelope, with a smile.]
[Who the hell are you!]
Seeing this, Du Wei’s expression instantly beca blank.
“You’re about to beco Freddy.”
While saying this, he grabbed the Envelope and tore it into pieces.
Then he stopped bothering with the Envelope and cautiously observed the situation outside; he had no ti to wonder why his own na would appear on the Stele that recorded the Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods.
In fact, he hadn’t seen it.
Unless his true na had also turned into one of those bizarre patterns.
Right now, what concerned him was what the bus and the Horror House were trying to do; whether they wanted to trap him in New York and destroy the entire city along with him.
Behind him, the Envelope torn into pieces gathered together again.
[This familiar feeling, Master, I was wrong, I shouldn’t have doubted you, you did exactly the right thing, your punishnt of the Envelope isn’t really punishnt.]
[It’s all your teaching.]
[The Envelope understands, the Envelope knows you best.]
Du Wei frowned and scolded, “Shut up.”
[As you command, my great Master.]
The Envelope did not dare to produce any more words; it retreated in front of Brother Shadow; or rather, it faced the unconscious Gascogne.
[Yo, isn’t this the idiot dog who foolishly confessed to Minette in front of my Master of the Evil Spirit, go ahead and be arrogant, why aren’t you speaking, why are you covered in blood…]
[Tsk… bootlickers really don’t end well.]
At that mont, Du Wei suddenly said in a cold voice, “Wait, their target doesn’t seem to be , but Boine’s Three Stone Coffins.”
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