Exorcist's Self-Cultivation Chapter 702 702 679 who is it exactly

Chapter 702: 679, who is it, exactly? Chapter 702: 679, who is it, exactly? “Who… who are you?”

Carlos was shocked beyond asure.

The Du Wei with pitch-black eyes spoke coldly and heartlessly, “I am your master.”

“Impossible, the master could not possibly appear at this ti, you are definitely not him!”

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Inside the villa.

The envelope had finished recounting the scenes from its mory.

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Du Wei was completely baffled.

“Carlos saw another person who looked exactly like in a tower during the Victorian Era?”

“[Yes, master, but that was not you, and moreover, Carlos’s mory is not complete, it seems to have been erased, but he must not have died at that person’s hands, after all, if it were you, Carlos would definitely have no mory left.]”

Du Wei lit a cigarette and started to smoke, guessing to himself.

“That phrase, could it be referring to the person who resembled during the Victorian Era?”

“And to describe it that way ans it is not human.”

“Then what is it? With eyes pitch-black, could it be the Evil Spirit Du Wei?”

“That doesn’t seem right…”

“The Evil Spirit Du Wei is just another side of , Carlos would not fail to recognize it.”

Du Wei naturally did not know.

The Antique Clock had once created another him, which is the Black Du Wei. Since encountering Du Wei, it had started to record all of Du Wei’s experiences and behavioral habits.

Now, in that eerie space inside the psychological clinic, Black Du Wei was repeating the things Du Wei had done in the past.

And it was different from Du Wei.

It was strong from the very beginning.

It was an aberration, as well as a non-human.

Du Wei temporarily assud that the phrase referred to another existence that looked exactly like himself.

And it appeared to be neither friend nor foe.

But if that was the case, why had the envelope previously reminded him?

If what had happened could not be changed, why bother going to such lengths to communicate it to himself?

Even in Carlos’s mory, he could not forget that part.

Mysteriously.

Du Wei’s intuition told him that the other party might not have existed in the past, but in the future.

In the future, there might be soone like him who would find a way back to the Victorian Era and try to do sothing.

“This sounds very much like sothing the Evil Spirit Du Wei would do, but the Evil Spirit Du Wei and I are one. If it were to go to the Victorian Era, that would an I returned to that past.”

“Before, I had already dismissed the notion of a loop, unwilling to enter Hell’s Gate again.”

“By logic, I shouldn’t reappear in that past.”

“But if the person who resembled is fake, could it be another false ?”

With this hypothesis, Du Wei’s thoughts beca clear.

Creating another self was not a difficult task.

He had once used Pennywise to conjure the Evil Spirit Du Wei.

Golden Scales could also create a copy of oneself.

This indicated that such a thod was not that hard to achieve.

The birth of the Evil Spirit Du Wei was also such a case.

“If it’s a fake , then the purpose of that returning to the Victorian Era might be similar to the Evil Spirit Du Wei’s intentions.”

“To replace.”

“To take the place of the real , which is why it would remind that it is here… in the Victorian Era.”

“However, this statent is not complete; so crucial information is obscured. It is here with a definitive description, but in actuality, it may be what it is doing here.”

Du Wei exhaled a puff of smoke.

He felt sowhat irritable inside.

The envelope next to him was anxious: “[Master, according to what you said, an impostor will go to the Victorian Era in the future and attempt to replace you in that era, but actually ti is fixed, and it might already be affecting the past, so will you go back?]”

Du Wei shook his head: “Even though ti is fixed and what exists in the past will surely affect the present, I will not easily go to the Victorian Era.”

[Why?]

The envelope was curious, its master’s way of doing things was to strangle any uncontrollable factors in the cradle.

If he knew that problems would arise in the future, he should take action imdiately.

Du Wei said indifferently, “It’s because Rahr was exiled by .”

After speaking, he took a deep breath, leaned back on the sofa, and gazed coldly at the ceiling.

The appearance of Rahr seed accidental.

But in reality, there are not so many coincidences.

In this era.

Du Wei hardly ever confronted the Demon Gods.

For the Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods of Solomon were all within Hell’s Gate.

They could not co to reality.

Du Wei’s entry into Hell’s Gate was completely different from that of others.

Once he entered, it was akin to ti traveling.

Then the Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods would give him a surprise.

The appearance of Rahr indicated that the Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods were now able to leave the gate or co from the past to the present.

Du Wei was very clear.

He must be on the hit list of the Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods.

Staying in the modern era was still fine, at least he could deceive the Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods and trap them for killing, but if he foolishly entered Hell’s Gate again, even if he safely arrived in the Victorian era.

By that ti.

Who knows how many Demon Gods would be waiting for him.

Moreover, Carlos’s mory revealed a significant amount of information regarding the plan.

The past self had devised a certain plan.

Yet Carlos had not executed it successfully due to deviations in the plan.

He even built a high tower, which seed to be part of the plan as well.

“There’s also the stone gate of the Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods. I saw sothing similar when I was in Carlos’s tomb obtaining the Golden Scales.”

“Furthermore, there’s the statue of the Mask Maker.”

“If I want the answers, I’m afraid I will have to make a trip to the Victorian era.”

Du Wei sighed incessantly.

Now was not the ti to go, at the very least, he needed to kill a few Demon Gods and wait for Black Du Wei to awaken, otherwise going would be a death sentence.

It’s not that he didn’t want to, but that he couldn’t.

The feeling of being bound hand and foot was always so uncomfortable.

“And that Mask Maker, there’s his statue in Carlos’s tomb, and below Massas City, there’s also his statue. The only person that Carlos held in such high regard was probably only .”

“So is it actually very likely that I am the Mask Maker?”

Du Wei asked himself in his mind.

Then, he began to feel more and more peculiar.

You must know that the birth of Black Du Wei was due to the mask.

If I am the Mask Maker, then isn’t it true that I created myself?

At that mont.

Suddenly…

Du Wei frowned.

He suddenly felt an unusual surge, as though a unwelco guest had intruded into his dreamscape.

“rcer…”

“West Gana, the Voodoo Cult, he has entered the Voodoo Cult?”

Du Wei’s tone was filled with surprise.

Then, he suddenly recalled that the church had inford him before, the Vanity Sect was looking for a stele, and coincidentally, there was a stele within the Voodoo Cult.

With that thought.

Du Wei took out Mapa’s Pen, he narrowed his eyes slightly, his lips curving into a trace of a smile.

“Envelope, co with to the Voodoo Cult, I want to prepare a special stele for rcer.”