Chapter 636: 633, did Du Wei have a dream??? Chapter 636: 633, did Du Wei have a dream??? “No, no, my brothers, we’re all n here, why make it hard for another man?”
“Let’s talk this out! Don’t touch !”
“Fuck! If you dare lay a finger on , my good brother Du Wei will surely avenge .”
“He’s a big shot at the church, and his girlfriend is loaded, you can’t afford to ss with him!”
Tom was babbling incessantly, on the verge of collapse.
He considered himself to be a good man despite indulging in all vices – drinking, whoring, gambling.
How could a good man be ssed with by another man?
...
No one could bear that!
However, the two black n were so annoyed by his chatter that one of them chopped him on the back of the neck, instantly knocking Tom out cold.
Father Tony, who was about to plead for rcy, imdiately shut his mouth upon witnessing this scene.
Then, he said obsequiously, “Don’t worry, big brothers, I’ll go with you, I won’t resist at all.”
The two black n snorted coldly, exchanged glances, handcuffed Father Tony, then dragged the unconscious Tom to a sedan.
The big shot from the Voodoo Cult was growing impatient.
He specifically demanded Tom and Father Tony in his bed, and now, they had to be delivered.
…
At that ti,
Tom entered a dream state, unconscious.
Everyone dreams, but the contents are never the sa.
That’s because everyone’s experiences are different, and so are their dreams.
But Tom’s dreams never disappointed.
He only had one kind of dream.
In Tom’s dream, it was a world of glitz and glamour.
Pink neon lights flickered with ambiguity.
There were won everywhere, scantily clad in bikinis.
“Bring ten, no, a hundred beautiful girls to soothe my wounded heart.”
In his dream, Tom was surrounded by won, leading a life like a fairy tale, a true paradise on earth.
In a sense,
It was an escape from reality.
Regardless, Tom’s dreams were always an eye-opener.
That’s why, after witnessing Tom’s dreams, Freddy was filled with a desire to live on.
At this very mont,
Two uninvited guests appeared in Tom’s dream.
Du Wei was dressed in black, his face expressionless.
Freddy followed behind him, looking obsequious as ever, but his eyes greedily fixed on the won.
As an Evil Spirit,
Freddy, who had died over twenty years ago on the impoverished Elm Street, had never seen much of the world in his life.
A virgin before death,
And still one after death.
Every ti he entered Tom’s dreams, Freddy’s eyes would open wide in amazent; it was as if he was dreaming himself.
“Master, can I stay in Tom’s dreams?” Freddy couldn’t help but ask softly.
Du Wei glanced at him coldly, and said in a sinister tone, “What do you think?”
With an awkward smile, Freddy shook his head and dared not say another word.
Du Wei snorted, pushed the won aside without a second glance, and approached Tom, who was nestled among them.
“Fuck! Brother, what are you doing in my dream?”
Tom was shocked to see Du Wei.
But then he rembered this wasn’t the first ti, so he called out as usual, “Get ten Eastern beauties for my buddy here, the kind with blazing hot figures.”
Imdiately, a plethora of beauties walked over, tossing seductive glances at Du Wei.
Du Wei frowned and said, “Freddy, clear the place…”
The Freddy standing behind him respectfully nodded: “Yes! Master!”
There was no apparent action on its part.
But in the blink of an eye, all the won around them had vanished.
The dreamscape underwent a dramatic change.
It beca a psychologist’s consulting room.
Tom sat on the couch, bewildered, across from the seated Du Wei, with Freddy standing by attentively.
“Man, that’s not cool of you,” he said.
“I was finally having a nice dream, and you scare all those beauties away. What’s the point? We could have had fun together!”
Du Wei was stunned on the spot.
His thoughts were completely disrupted by Tom.
He even felt the urge to curse.
On the contrary, Freddy next to him was itching to go, his eyes gleaming with excitent.
At that mont,
Du Wei sighed and calmly asked, “Tom, you’re in a dangerous situation. What trouble have you gotten yourself into?”
Upon hearing this, Tom’s expression changed. It was as if he rembered sothing, and he made a gagging face.
“Don’t fucking talk about it, just the thought of it makes nauseous.”
“That damn Voodoo Cult, I thought I could seduce those lonely housewives all the way, beco a high-ranking mber of the cult, and conquer the entire Voodoo Cult. I didn’t expect that halfway through, I’d almost been screwed over.”
“And by so creepy old man over sixty.”
“Ugh…”
Du Wei was also disgusted.
He straightforwardly asked, “Then why don’t you run away?”
Tom said bitterly, “I would if I could, man. They took away my gun and phone. If I hadn’t hidden the photo in my underwear, that would be gone too.”
You can’t stand by the river without getting your shoes wet.
At this mont, Du Wei deeply understood this principle.
He even thought whether, having been tricking those Evil Spirits all this ti, there might co a day when Evil Spirits from all over the world would unite to beco the ultimate Calamity and kill him.
Then, he answered himself.
Absolutely not.
Because he would never give those Evil Spirits any chance.
The recent incident with Puton becoming a Lock Ghost had nearly been his downfall, and he wouldn’t allow such a mistake to happen again.
So, Du Wei said to Tom, “I thought your life was in danger, but since it’s like this, I’ll have Black Shadow create an opportunity for you and Father Tony to make a break for it.”
Tom grimaced and said, “But it looks like we’ve already been taken into the voodoo cult? And what the heck is this Black Shadow? One of your subordinates?”
Du Wei shook his head, his tone quite peculiar, “It’s indeed my subordinate, but it’s a Demon Spirit.”
Tom was sowhat confused: “What? A Demon Spirit?”
Du Wei nodded, “Yes, a Demon Spirit, the really terrifying kind.”
Tom was shocked, “So all your subordinates are Demon Spirits? Don’t tell you’re that ultimate villain from the movies?”
“Bro, you better not scare !”
Having spent a lot of ti with Father Tony, Tom had co to understand the hierarchy among Evil Spirits and the matter of the Hunters.
He had never heard of any hunter who employed Demon Spirits as subordinates.
Thinking of this,
Tom’s gaze towards Freddy at his side changed.
He noticed that the other’s Right Hand was made of sharp claws, looking terrifying, and that his skin bore scars from severe burns.
He imdiately shrank back, scared.
Freddy then gave him a friendly smile, “Mr. Tom, don’t be afraid. I have long admired you; you are my idol in life. I definitely won’t hurt you. Oh, I forgot to introduce myself, I am Freddy, the Nightmare Evil Spirit.”
Tom’s face turned green.
His legs trembled, and he wet himself.
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