Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

Chapter 393 Jump off (third update, please support)

The lanky ghost seems to be part of the house of horrors.

It's like some sort of mechanism that wanders around the house of horrors.

But even if Du Wei knew this, it didn't make the current situation any better.

He was still locked out of the door and plunged into darkness.

Blood keeps leaking out.

It's impossible to go back.

Either open the door to face the evil spirit inside, or die outside the door.

It seems to be dead anyway.

This unsolvable deadlock has forced him to have no choice.

Du Wei hasn't felt this way for a long time.

He looked coldly at the darkness behind him, and took off his backpack when he turned around again.

The door cannot be pushed open.

A flintlock alone might not do it either.

In this case, it would be better to be simple and rude, set a fire and burn down the wax museum.

Where light shines, darkness does not exist.

Firelight is also light!

Unzip the backpack, and there is a rolled up map and some odds and ends inside. The items that can be used to deal with evil spirits are all on Du Wei.

He stuffed the map into the windbreaker, lit the backpack with a lighter and placed it at the door.

The flame was burning slowly, stretching Du Wei's shadow very long.

The original owner of the house of horrors did not adulterate the wax museum when it was made, and the wax smells very strong.

In addition, this wax museum itself has anomalies.

The flames grew bigger and bigger, igniting the entire door.

Du Wei knew that there might be many evil spirits behind the door,

They all stayed inside, unwilling to open the door, but if they burned the entire wax museum, would they still be able to stay inside?

Only by going down from the ground door of the Wax Museum to the second basement floor of the House of Horror, is it possible to survive.

Even if Du Wei's actions would make the situation more dangerous, he would not hesitate.

even.

In order to set fire to the wax museum, Du Wei also took out the letter and pulled out the paper from it.

The envelope seemed to be unaware of the seriousness of the problem, and a line of text emerged automatically—[Great master, you fell into an unprecedented crisis a few minutes ago, but your wisdom is impressive, you chose to light the wax figure Museum, but it doesn't seem to be as fast as you think]

[It is recommended that you find some kindling]

Du Wei's eyes were a little strange.

How did this letter know that I was going to use it as a kindling?

Or is it trying to commit suicide?

Du Wei shook his head and suppressed his thoughts, directly ignited the paper, and threw it on the wooden window of the Wax Museum as a igniter.

All of a sudden, the windows were lit.

But that's not enough.

Du Wei looked at the envelope that had returned to its original state, and pulled out the letter from it again.

The letter was immediately covered with words—【Great master, you can't do this, the envelope is your most loyal property...】

Before the writing was finished, Du Wei had already ignited it.

During this process, the darkness never got closer to Du Wei, but surrounded it.

When the flames die, it will sweep again.

The envelope became the kindling.

Only the black shadow silently covered Du Wei's body, but for some unknown reason, it trembled uncontrollably as if frightened, and even with the misty black mist, Du Wei's figure seemed a little hazy.

...

at this time.

The city of Western Ghana ushered in an unprecedented storm.

Thunder and lightning flashed densely in the sky.

The sky above the entire city was illuminated.

But every time thunder and lightning flashed and the light disappeared, the darkness that followed became more intense.

In the very center of the city, the door of that school was also opened.

Hundreds of student evil spirits walked in the rain with black umbrellas, unscrupulously exuding malice towards strangers.

The horror house is going to turn the city into a dead city.

But the bus is still doing something in the reflection of the city.

The game between the two terrifying existences was silent, without the so-called grandeur, and even the outcome could not be discerned.

Perhaps, this battle will continue.

...

And in the house of horrors.

The entire wax museum has been set on fire.

Feel hot and dry.

The scorching flame devoured the moisture in the air, and all the darkness was illuminated, except those invisible shadow corners.

The blood on Du Wei's body no longer leaked out.

Have to say that's the only good sign.

But as soon as the lights go out.

He will fall into the previous deadlock again.

Du Wei wore a mask and calmly looked at the wax museum in flames.

The firelight reflected on the white mask, showing teeth and claws.

In the state of spiritual vision, through the door, there are pairs of cold and gloomy eyes inside.

"about there."

After Du Wei finished speaking, he kicked the door.

boom……

The door slammed down, but the strange thing was that the interior of the wax museum was not affected by the flames.

It's absolutely safe inside.

One by one wax figures stood among them, silently leaning against the door, and set their sights on Du Wei.

Those cold eyes were full of hatred.

One of the wax figures made Du Wei very familiar.

The wax figure is a male, naked, with two poisonous snake tattoos on his body, and his eyes are also dark, which looks very strange.

A gloomy chill poured out overwhelmingly.

Opening the door and closing the door is like a lifetime away.

The burning wax museum is affected by this, and those flames are gradually extinguished.

All the wax figures looked at Du Wei coldly, and their eyes moved with Du Wei's movements.

The atmosphere was extremely depressed.

With the disappearance of the fire, the darkness behind him swept in again.

Whispering voices also sounded in Du Wei's ears.

He was very pale.

Blood is seeping out.

But Du Wei was already mentally prepared.

At this point, there is no way to go back, either go forward or die.

Even if rushing into the wax museum and confronting those horrible wax figures sounds like a dead end, he has no other choice.

He was about to rush in.

But we have to wait for a suitable opportunity.

Otherwise, rushing in is death.

At the very least, he had to wait until he was completely shrouded in darkness to bring the slender ghost into it.

Du Wei's thinking was very clear. He raised his flintlock gun and pointed it at the wax figures, while taking out coins with his left hand.

Both hands have to be prepared.

Ten minutes and one second passed.

Du Wei only felt that more and more blood was flowing, and the whispering voice was getting closer and closer to him.

right in the ear...

He turned his head suddenly, and saw that his body was entwined by those illusory tentacles, but he didn't feel anything, even if he didn't realize that it was the slender ghost figure that was causing the trouble, he wouldn't be able to find it.

In his eyes, the tall and tall body of the slender ghost was bent downwards, and the head without facial features and hair was close to his ear.

The whispering voice didn't sound like a human voice anymore.

The opportunity has come...

This thought flashed silently in Du Wei's mind, and the flintlock pointed behind him.

The moment he shot, he rushed into the wax museum.

However, due to the excessive blood loss, the body appeared a little weak and weak, and almost fell down.

However, Du Wei's consciousness was very clear, he gritted his teeth and rushed into the room, and the darkness behind him seemed to be stimulated, boiling and sweeping in.

All of a sudden, the wax figures in the entire house cracked.

There were also sharp and piercing noises in the darkness.

Du Wei has been kept in the dark, running neither fast nor slow.

In the end, he came to the gate of the ground.

However, the original ground gate has disappeared, replaced by a huge pit, so dark and deep that it can't be seen at a glance.

On the edge of the pit, there were bloody fingerprints.

The existence that Du Wei saw at the door of the horror house seemed to have climbed up from the second basement.

But now, he wants to jump down.

The Wax Museum is already chaotic.

Du Wei stood in front of the pit with extremely calm eyes.

Then he put away his flintlock and jumped down with his lighter and envelope.

In an instant, it was swallowed by the deep pit and disappeared into the darkness.

I went to work today, and that’s it for midnight. The story of the house of horrors and the bus is quite exciting, but it’s almost over.