Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

In the sealed elevator, the moment Bob pointed upward and voiced that he saw his own corpse.

All the people in the elevator, including Du Wei, raised their heads.

It was the same mirror.

However, due to the lighting and the deliberately arranged environment, it appeared very eerie.

The mirror was above, facing down.

Standing in the very center of the elevator, Du Wei looked up to see, in the mirror, Bob lying quietly in a dark elevator shaft.

His head seemed to have been crushed by some heavy object, his face turned sideways towards Du Wei.

The face was full of dried blood, the body stiff, although he had been dead for some time.

Du Wei roughly estimated his time of death to be about half an hour earlier.

Then, he lowered his head and looked around, his pupils suddenly constricted.

The four fierce ghosts that had just surrounded him had disappeared without a trace.

"Where?"

The four people who had just been in the elevator were now gone.

Even under Spirit Vision, there was nothing.

But the sensation of terror and oppression that suffocated one grew even stronger.

An extremely cold chill was quietly spreading in Du Wei's heart.

The next second, Du Wei's face tensed up, he was now in the very center of the elevator, with the floor beneath his feet normal, and apart from the elevator doors, there were four mirrors stuck to the inside of the elevator.

And now, opposite him.

The mirror reflected another man.

Only this time, his appearance had turned into the one seen earlier in the Wax Museum.

Standing calmly in the mirror, his complexion stiff, like a wax figure.

With an expressionless face, Du Wei glanced at him, then turned his head to look at the mirror facing the elevator doors.

In this mirror was Lisa, but strangely, what was shown in the mirror was a scene.

The location was the Japanese-style Horror House.

Lisa was looking down at the shadow on the ground, her expression unusually terrified, and behind her, there was a female ghost with White-faced Makeup.

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Then, Du Wei saw the female ghost floating with her feet in the air, looking as if she was being carried on Lisa's back.

Next, her feet touched the ground, and she stood up, carrying Lisa on her back and walking into the Horror House.

Throughout this process, Lisa seemed to have lost her volition, her expression remained frozen in terror, without screaming or any struggle.

Finally, the female ghost carried Lisa on her back and slowly crawled into the narrow space under the tatami bed.

"So this is how you died."

In the suffocating, confined elevator, Du Wei spoke softly, his voice very cold and carrying a strange emotion, making it rather unsettling.

After speaking, he turned again to look at the last mirror.

In the mirror, reflected was the narrow hiding place under the tatami bed in the Japanese-style Horror House.

Inside were two corpses.

Lisa's best friend, along with another corpse facing away.

The two were positioned back to back, forcibly stuffed into a space that barely fit one person.

Her expression was frozen, her torso distorted, her chest even more severely compressed inward.

Her lips were purple, her tongue protruding.

The cause of death could have been mechanical asphyxiation or injuries due to the compression of body organs.

But that was no longer important.

"These are the last moments of the four people before they died, it seems my previous conjecture was correct,"

Du Wei watched the mirrors calmly, looking from one to another.

The mirror reflected the scene just before the death of the four fierce ghosts.

But each scene was different.

The originally normal Horror House had suddenly changed due to some unknown issues.

Furthermore, he had been at the front to leave the Horror House, but unexpectedly encountered the man made into a wax figure at the Wax Museum.

And Bob had died mysteriously at the bottom of the elevator shaft, right where Du Wei was.

The known situation was that the Horror House had gone beyond reality, controlled by evil spirits and ghosts, and its original structure and arrangement no longer matched the present.

Lisa and her best friend had died at the hands of the White-faced Makeup ghost.

Bob and another man died from something else.

It could have been an evil spirit, or perhaps an even more sinister presence.

Moreover, from beginning to end, he hadn't detected any trace of it.

Whatever it was that he couldn't even detect under the Spirit Vision state must be truly terrifying...

Du Wei felt that it could be even more dreadful than the Evil Spirit on the bus.

After entering the Horror House, when he realized that things were beyond his control, his goal had shifted from accelerating the Evil Spirit Transformation through contact with Annabelle to simply surviving and getting out alive.

Therefore, many arrangements and elements were to be avoided if possible.

To say that the avoided elements didn't have the presence of evil spirits or ghosts, Du Wei felt, would be deceiving himself.

The thought that such a frightening thing lurked in the Horror House, undetected by him, gave him chills to the bone.

At this moment.

Du Wei exhaled a heavy breath, glanced at the elevator doors, and noted that the two-story height still hadn't been reached.

This sole exit had also undergone uncontrollable changes.

Then, he looked at the mirror again, his face slightly pale.

In the mirror, the heads of the four corpses had somehow all twisted around.

The eyes of each corpse stared fixedly at Du Wei, radiating a faint and vicious malevolence.

What was even more horrifying was.

Du Wei noticed that in the mirror, his own reflection was absent.

"Am I dead already? Or am I also in the mirror?"

He breathed more rapidly for a moment.

All his resources had been used up; even the solitary silver crucifix dagger couldn't bring about a fundamental change.

This feeling of powerlessness was even more severe than during the time on the bus.

At least back then, he had a way to leave.

But now...

Clamping down on his teeth, Du Wei's mind was flooded with frantic thoughts.

He was trying to find a way to survive.

But one by one, his ideas were dismissed.

If it had been at the start, with enough Holy Water and Bone Powder, he wouldn't have been this passive, and wouldn't have been driven into a corner by four newly formed fierce ghosts.

"Wait a minute... Perhaps, I could consider letting Annabelle out."

A spark of inspiration came to Du Wei's mind.

In some literature, it was recorded that dolls could attract certain purely malevolent ghosts and evil spirits.

Earlier, he had witnessed the soul bound to the Evil Spirit Doll Annabelle; if he released it now, it might change the situation.

Evil spirits would counterbalance each other.

But Annabelle was clearly much stronger and more malevolent than these four fierce ghosts.

A balance of power was unlikely to happen...

"It should be about suppression or binding."