At this mont, Du Wei and the nun faced each other, and if one didn't look at the nun's face, one might assu they were a doctor and patient.
Du Wei was slowly smoking a cigarette, his expression detached, his gaze firmly fixed on the nun.
The suffocating oppression made him extrely uncomfortable, with an urge to run away.
But as he stared at the nun, he sharply felt that the nun was staring back at him.
Therefore, Du Wei sat down, facing the nun and sizing her up.
He was pondering...
Why had the nun, who previously only existed in dreams, suddenly appeared on the first floor of his house?
Was he still dreaming, or had the Exorcist's thods to restrain her completely failed?
Moreover, since the nun's appearance, there had been no movent at all.
This, contrary to expectations, intensified the oppressive feeling of being on the brink of death.
Du Wei did not believe that this being, more terrifying than an Evil Spirit, had entangled with him for so long just to pay him a visit at his ho.
"What exactly does it want to do?"
He asked himself this question in his mind but couldn't analyze any useful information.
If it wanted to kill him, with the nun's abilities, it should be terrifyingly simple.
The Evil Spirit Transformation of his Right Hand was just an ornant in front of her.
Without finding a dium, without anything to fight against her, resistance was a joke.
However...
"Why hasn't it made a move yet? Is it because it doesn't want to, or because it can't?"
A thought flashed through Du Wei's mind, and he felt it was the latter.
Then, he turned to look at the Antique Clock on the wall.
...The hands of the Antique Clock, for so unknown reason, were quivering madly.
The hour hand, minute hand, and second hand were side by side, trying to move forward but unable to advance past twelve, trembling at that mark.
In the showcase, Annabelle also appeared vaguely ferocious, its body gradually distorting as if being squeezed by an invisible hand.
In the corner, a certain shadow seed to want to spread, but couldn't move forward by even a step,
All the evil spirits in the house had co to a standstill at the mont the nun appeared.
As for the Evil Spirit that ca with Aisha, there was not the slightest movent—it was too weak.
The balance of power at this mont was completely unequal.
The Antique Clock, Annabelle, and the remaining two evil spirits probably wouldn't hold out for long.
Sooner or later, the balance would completely tip in one direction.
And when that mont ca, Du Wei felt that he would probably die.
Even if he hadn't seen the vision of death...
Du Wei remained silent. He neither attempted to leave the house nor gave up resisting.
The curse of the nun originated from the Antique Clock, more precisely, the ring with the engraved letters "val..."
The night he touched the ring, Du Wei had a nightmare about the nun.
The Antique Clock was more like imprisoning the ring, but then it was accidentally touched by a worker, which disrupted its structure and triggered the underlying issue.
"If there's a problem with ti, then it's very likely that I'll have to endure not just six hours, but a much longer period..."
Du Wei said this as he took out his cellphone and glanced at it.
The ti was stuck at 12:03.
When he had gotten off the bus earlier, there had been a mysterious ti distortion, so Du Wei had adjusted the ti once.
And now, it seed a similar situation had erged.
All the evil spirits in the house were weights maintaining balance, counterbalancing and confronting each other.
But if ti was infinitely elongated at this mont, the process of this balance and confrontation would be aningless.
Because no matter how they confronted each other, with the passage of ti, the nun would suppress everything.
...
"However, that it would fall into equilibrium, this surpassed my imagination, it's a loophole..."
"So it's not a real nun..."
"But the nun that exists in my dreams..."
"You could understand it as, a piece of mory..."
"It's actually been following all along..."
"I can't get away from it..."
"But tonight, I must be safe."
...
In the first floor room.
Du Wei looked expressionlessly at that eerie antique clock.
The strength of the nun was beyond his expectation, even though it existed in dreams, it could step out of dreams and intervene in reality.
The evil spirit in his house was not as powerful as the nun that existed in dreams, this was a solid fact!
But if quality was lacking, quantity could make up for it.
"I can raise the stakes..."
Du Wei said this, reached out to pick up the white mask, and wore it on his face.
The next second.
Evil Spirit Possession!
A bone-chilling coldness imdiately crawled all over his body, as if so chaotic emotions or perhaps voices were whispering sothing at the bottom of his heart.
"He" unwittingly sat down on the sofa, his body seemingly occupied by another consciousness filled with malice, staring at the nun sitting opposite with thick ill intents.
The nun was tall, towering a full head above Du Wei.
And "Du Wei" even propped his chin with the Evil Spirit Transford Right Hand, the other hand resting on his knee, leaning back on the sofa, completely changing the whole aura around him.
He looked, elegantly like a gentleman...
During this process, Du Wei could not control his own body, and he was observing his surroundings from the perspective of a bystander.
When he put on the mask, Du Wei had not left the Spirit Vision state, and the Evil Spirit Transformation of his Right Hand was ongoing.
Ironically.
The Evil Spirit Transford Right Hand, which could touch evil spirits and served as Du Wei's trump card, had no effect on him after the possession, as if it didn't belong to him.
But now, he was too late to think about these things.
Because Du Wei could clearly feel that his decision to raise the stakes had succeeded.
The other side of the balance was slowly descending.
The balancing act began...
At the sa mont, the shadow in the corner seed to have broken free from so kind of restraint, slowly spreading, directly enveloping Du Wei sitting on the sofa, yet it stopped moving closer to the nun.
Du Wei only felt a dense malice wrapping around him, unable to shake it off no matter what.
He knew, this was the shadow that had always wanted to kill him...
Above his head...
The lights began to flicker crazily, as if unable to withstand this strange balance, the bulbs burst one by one with a pop...
Glass shards flew in all directions...
The entire first floor was plunged into darkness in an instant.
The only thing audible was the ticking of the clock hands trembling, the antique clock was resuming its movent...
And this change, also led to the breaking of the equilibrium...
Suddenly, there ca a snapping sound, as if sothing had been opened.
"It's the door of the curio cabinet..."
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