Chapter 693: 670. Loss of the Rahr Antique Clock (Request for Monthly Ticket) Chapter 693: 670. Loss of the Rahr Antique Clock (Request for Monthly Ticket) For Matthew, he had never imagined such an absurd incident happening to himself.
Nor could he have guessed that the bankruptcy of Dusk Bell was related to Ryan.
He only knew that Ryan was not so simple, and he had never even suspected that the previous curses of vomiting and diarrhea had all been Ryan’s doing.
After all, the concept of first impressions was just too ingrained.
Even if soone told Matthew that Ryan’s ability was “Wishful Thinking,” he would probably think the person was insane.
Therefore, he couldn’t guess that it was that petty thief who had stolen the money from Dusk Bell Church and even crazily took out loans from the outside, owing just one bank seven or eight hundred million.
My God…
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He had lived for two hundred years and had never been scamd so miserably.
“Is it my fault?”
Matthew wandered the empty streets in tattered clothes, now in Europe, at midnight, with no one in sight, the street looked desolate as far as the eye could see.
The drastic drop in his strength made him feel an unfamiliar hunger.
“Those who target the Dusk Bell must be my enemies, perhaps many people joined forces to make this decision, and the transfer of assets couldn’t have been done without insiders.”
“There must be a mole.”
Matthew felt that without a mole, he couldn’t have ended up so miserable.
But he was powerless to do anything.
Standing in front of a vending machine, Matthew looked at the loose snacks inside, a hint of craving flashing in his eyes.
“I need to eat.”
Hunger is not easy to bear.
But the next second, he shook his head, turned away, and muttered, “After all, I’ve lived for two hundred years, I would rather die of hunger than stoop to stealing food.”
“I can still fight, my strength is still here, and even in the entire West, I remain a top hunter.”
“Perhaps I should contact so wealthy families; maybe they would be willing to help repay the loans if my reputation is big enough.”
Matthew’s hesitant gaze gradually turned to resolution; he walked into the darkness, his figure quickly disappearing.
…
Elsewhere.
New York, a villa district in the city center.
It was already deep in the night, and the temperature had been dropping steadily, making the night feel especially cold.
Du Wei stood at the villa’s entrance, his gaze calm and indifferent.
Of course…
He had already taken off his sunglasses, and those bloodshot eyes provided him with the perspective of shadows.
Under the quiet moonlight, his shadow stretched long, partially rging with the darkness.
He saw.
The whole villa exuded a heavy sense of emptiness.
The reason for using the word ’empty’ is because of the contrast with the villa from before.
The original villa, including the earliest psychological counseling clinic, always gave him a faint sense of security.
Yes… security.
Because in his ho, there were always many Evil Spirits, and those Evil Spirits couldn’t kill him; instead, they would beco his shelter.
“I feel strange to myself.”
Du Wei said this in his heart; he reached out and touched his eyes, which belonged to the shadow, not his own.
Since becoming a hunter, one becos more and more like an Evil Spirit.
People like Alvin Dowqui, Kane, and Pope Feren, they are all so.
Du Wei had been using a variety of thods to deal with the hidden dangers of Evil Spirit Transformation, and he hadn’t felt this sensation for a long ti.
It’s not the passing of humanity, but the change of body.
Using the eyes of an Evil Spirit as his own, there’s no record of such a phenonon happening to any hunter before.
Furthermore, the Evil Spirit Du Wei was actually the other side of Du Wei, the longer it slept, the greater the impact it would have on Du Wei.
A person cannot always maintain the sa state, the sa mood; doing so would only cause an irreversible ntal disorder.
Colloquially known as becoming abnormal.
“When the other wakes up, my eyes might recover,”
Du Wei pondered slightly, feeling that the eye issue was not serious, but he had no idea when his other self would awaken.
At least for now, it seed highly unlikely that it would recover anyti soon.
He stood at the villa’s entrance for a long ti.
With a frown, Du Wei took a deep breath, took out his keys directly, opened the door, and walked in.
As soon as he entered the house,
he slled the dampness in the hall.
It was normal for there to be a sll after the place had been uninhabited for a long ti.
However, Du Wei didn’t mind; as soon as he entered, he looked at the Antique Clock hanging on the wall.
It was Rahr’s Bell.
But he didn’t hear the familiar ticking sound of the hands moving.
Earlier, he had felt the villa becoming hollow, because Rahr had been banished, and that Demon God had always been influencing Du Wei’s ho.
The initial psychological counseling clinic was affected the most, almost no different from a breeding ground for nurturing Evil Spirits.
Tap tap tap…
Du Wei approached the Antique Clock and, after stopping, inspected it carefully for a while.
The hour, minute, and second hands of the Antique Clock were all overlapping, but they had long since stopped moving, pointing to the Roman nural VI (6).
Western clocks, especially those with a history, usually use Roman nurals rather than Arabic nurals for marking ti.
Under Spirit Vision…
No, there was no Spirit Vision anymore.
Du Wei was now in Spirit Vision, and he felt that the Antique Clock in front of him was no different from any ordinary clock, utterly lifeless.
Previously, it had seed like a terrifying existence.
Constantly demonstrating its horrifying nature.
Even without any movent, it was impossible to ignore.
“I have many questions,”
Du Wei said to the Antique Clock, “I used to think that you were Rahr’s vessel, or rather that you were Rahr itself, but then in the Victorian Era at the Vanity Sect, I had the Envelope steal the mories of those from Alfaria for .”
“It saw that in the Vanity Sect of the Victorian Era, there were many existences that looked exactly like you.”
“And now, Demon God Rahr has been banished by , but you still remain in the human world, so what exactly is your manner of existence?”
“Are you its garnt? Or perhaps a shell?”
“Or maybe, just a container created by soone?”
Naturally, the Antique Clock could not respond to Du Wei anymore.
He was rely expressing the doubts in his heart.
More questions remained unspoken.
These pertained to Minette.
Du Wei had always believed that Minette had an indescribable connection to the Antique Clock, because once, one of Minette’s severed hands had appeared alongside the Antique Clock.
But that hand was later burned to ash by him and scattered.
An Antique Clock, yet it contained not only Demon God Rahr but also one of Minette’s severed hands.
What exactly had happened over the past years?
Du Wei sighed, took it down from the wall, and prepared to pack it away.
Suddenly.
His body shook, and his hands, gripping the Antique Clock, felt a hint of indescribable coldness.
What was happening?
Only a dangerous thought flashed through Du Wei’s mind, and he imdiately threw the Antique Clock away.
With a smack…
The Antique Clock crashed heavily onto the floor, but what followed was the familiar ticking sound starting up.
At first, the sound was very faint, but then it beca extrely noisy.
And there were fine black threads, like trickling water, slowly erging from it.
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