Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 163 162, it is imitation.

James felt incredibly good about his current state.

He had never felt so calm and rational.

And indeed, that was the case.

To the exorcists like Thompson and others, the James they saw had changed completely, as if he were a completely different person.

Extremely calm, expressionless, and even exuding an indescribable sense of eeriness.

Because those eyes were just too abrupt.

They seemed to have been forcefully crammed into James, appearing entirely out of place.

At this moment, through James's eyes, he saw more.

Everyone experienced different pains when they underwent Evil Spirit Transformation.

Some were afraid of the deep sea, some were afraid of high places.

Others feared certain things or objects.

Those afraid of the deep sea would feel the torment of drowning, those afraid of heights would experience the fall, helplessly watching themselves shatter into pieces.

What James feared was the Evil Spirit Du Wei...

An Evil Spirit that had Du Wei's personality, memories, logic of behavior, way of thinking, and took into account aspects of psychology—a terrifying entity.

In some ways, this was like a bug-like existence.

So, it's more accurate to say that it was an Evil Spirit that had undergone a Du Wei Transformation.

James had once been almost squeezed to death by the Evil Spirit Du Wei as easily as pinching a chick, leaving him with a deep psychological scar, especially those eyes of the Evil Spirit Du Wei.

And at this moment, his external manifestation of Evil Spirit Transformation was similarly a pair of eyes, or, to be precise, eyes like those of Evil Spirit Du Wei.

As if he had become an extension of the Evil Spirit Du Wei.

In his vision, everything around him was different.

It all became clearer, and the previously superficial things he saw during the first stage of Spirit Vision suddenly seemed to reveal their true essence.

The Evil Spirit summoned by the flintlock gun stood somberly outside the range of the candlelight.

Two bandage-wrapped Evil Spirits blocked everyone front and back, just waiting for the candles to burn out completely before everyone would have to face the Evil Spirits directly.

Instinctively, James made a decision that didn't align with his way of thinking.

He didn't deal with the Evil Spirits behind him, rather, he turned to Bishop Thompson and said in an inexplicably calm tone, "Please give me the candles; I can deal with these Evil Spirits."

Thompson was stunned for a moment and subconsciously passed the candles over. It wasn't until after James had taken them that he came to his senses and said, "What are you going to do?"

James lowered his head, displaying an elegant smile, "I don't know what I'm going to do, but there seems to be a voice in my head telling me what to do, and this person... I've had contact with him before. He is a very powerful exorcist."

Thompson's face changed slightly, his lips trembled, he wanted to say something but held back, and instead, he nodded heavily.

He looked into James's eyes and felt a fear emanating from within.

He knew there was something off with this hunter who had just entered Evil Spirit Transformation.

It seemed... he had lost control.

Behind him, Homier was deathly pale, her breathing extraordinarily rapid as she faintly felt that her nephew had become very much like the Evil Spirit Du Wei, yet without that overpowering sense of lethal pressure.

Up front.

As James took the candles from Thompson, holding the flintlock gun, he walked up to the male Evil Spirit wrapped in bandages.

Then...

"Huh..."

He blew out the candle.

In an instant.

An immensely terrifying malice locked onto everyone tightly, including James himself.

Yet, James looked at the denim-clad Evil Spirit with an elegant posture, his gaze calm and uncanny...

The denim-clad Evil Spirit trembled, extending its hand to grab James, but as if sensing something, stopped in its tracks.

On the other hand, the bandage-wrapped male Evil Spirit walked towards James.

The batch of Evil Spirits that Du Wei had forcibly driven off the bus were far more horrific and terrifying than others, and their malice towards the living was even stronger.

But then, James did something no one could understand.

With the hand that held the flintlock gun, he actively advanced toward the male Evil Spirit.

The male Evil Spirit grasped James's right hand firmly and with a gentle pull, "took" it off as if removing a piece of interlocking block.

Blood...gushed out.

Then, the bandages on the hands of the male Evil Spirit eerily unwound themselves and fitted James's right hand onto its own.

The bandages wrapped around automatically...

But the next second, it shook all over.

Because James held the flintlock gun with his right hand, and now it possessed James's right hand...

Behind...

Another bandaged Evil Spirit also moved, placing its hand on the shoulder of an Exorcist as gently as a lover's caress, slowly sliding over the neck. With a simple twist, it took off his head.

During this process, the unfortunate Exorcist had no reaction at all, as if he had become a puppet.

...

James looked down at the bleeding stump of his right shoulder, his complexion revealing paleness due to the loss of a great deal of blood.

But his eyes remained calm, devoid of any feeling.

The Hunter's Evil Spirit Transformation...in some sense, meant becoming an Evil Spirit.

The next second.

His legs gave way, and he uncontrollably knelt on the ground, his chest heavy with nausea, overtaken by a strong urge to vomit.

But at this moment, the bandage-wrapped Evil Spirit moved.

It walked straight up to James and reached for his head.

But just then, as if the cowboy Evil Spirit also charged toward James.

It seemed like a certain doom...

However...

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James placed the candle on the ground and lit it again.

The light was faint yet illuminated the area.

The two Evil Spirits were driven back, beginning to stare at each other, while James seemed to be discarded.

The Evil Spirit in the back did the same, having killed an Exorcist, it reluctantly left the range of the light.

James let out a sigh of relief in his heart, gritted his teeth to stand up with effort, left hand holding the candle, and shouted to the others, "Hurry up and go now..."

Bishop Thompson gave the order without hesitation, "Carry James on your back, let's go."

Someone immediately hoisted James up; without his entire right hand, if they didn't quickly leave the city to go to the church's gathering point outside, it was very likely that James would die from excessive blood loss.

And once James was hoisted up, his left hand clenched the candle firmly, beginning to convulse violently, in evident agony, yet his eyes remained eerily calm...

...

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Du Wei slowed down his pace as he rode his bicycle.

Because ahead, a procession carrying black umbrellas that he knew all too well had appeared.

The leader was a girl dressed as a student, her oversized black umbrella hiding her upper body, making her face indistinct.

Behind her were eight students, each carrying black umbrellas, of different genders and heights.

Beyond them were more than twenty men in Priest's attire. Although they did not carry black umbrellas, the expression on each was one of defeat, their eyes hollow and lifeless.

All were corpses...

And at the very back...

Was the terrifying sight that made Du Wei's scalp tingle.

Three Evil Spirits, all following behind.

The one at the very end was the Evil Spirit that couldn't be seen under the light.

It was pitch-black, with the figure of a woman yet with limbs disproportionately elongated, eerily standing out in the back.

As Du Wei saw this procession made up of Evil Spirits and corpses, they all lifted their heads and looked toward Du Wei.

Deathly silence...