Either push open the door and walk through the gates of hell.

Or tear down the door.

This is something that Du Wei could not do.

And the reason why the evil spirit Du Wei dared to say this.

It's because it doesn't feel how much of a threat the Gates of Hell are to it, and it can really tear the door down to pieces.

The danger is after pushing the door open.

Not now.

But the gates of hell don't say anything at all.

Still extremely resistant.

The evil spirit Du Wei took a deep breath and withdrew his right hand that was pressed against the door.

Its pupils shrank.

The entire gate of hell directly levitated, as if there was a pair of invisible big hands, holding the door tightly.

Creak......

Creak......

The gates of hell made an overwhelmed sound, and cracks appeared on the façade, and a lot of stubble broke off and slammed out.

The crack in the tightly closed door was also forced out of a gap.

Seeing this, the evil spirit Du Wei reached out and grabbed it.

Babbling......

The crack in the door grew bigger and bigger.

A lot of black mist seeped out of the cracks, very dignified, said to be fog, but more like a stream of water, sinking to the ground, spreading towards the evil spirit Du Wei.

It turned a blind eye and took a step forward.

The fog that had just spread over was all suppressed and flowed back directly.

The evil spirit Du Wei put his hands together and plunged directly into the crack of the door.

Then, indifferently, he said, "You should be glad that I still need to go in and get the answer I want, but I said I would tear you down, and I would do it." ”

After speaking.

The evil spirit Du Wei pulled hard.

Bang.

The entire gate of hell was really torn down by it, and only the door frame remained.

Bang Dang......

The evil spirit Du Wei threw the torn door on the ground at random.

In front of him, there was darkness and depth.

The mist, like a stream of water, was still.

But it knew that it was actually because the fog was rolling wildly, so fast that it made people feel like they were not moving.

But.

It's not worth it to care about.

Dust off your hands.

The pattern of the mask disappears, and the pattern of the hands reappears.

"It's funny, it's even more afraid of me, the evil spirit."

This time, it was Du Wei who spoke.

He had some doubts in his heart.

Now, he has three identities, not to mention the duke, but Du Wei and the evil spirit Du Wei combined, they are each targeted by the two Solomon Seventy-two Pillar Demon Gods.

The Bell of Valaka and Lamer is the most terrifying known to date.

On the evil spirit Du Wei, only the golden balance is more intuitive, but the unknown existence that was originally eyed at it has not been exposed until now.

Dewey and the evil spirit Dewey have merged.

Although he uses different identities, these problems will be traced back to him.

It's a headache.

Du Wei turned his head to look behind him.

Nothing.

But vaguely, Du Wei had the illusion that his problems seemed to be much more serious than he thought.

"Solomon's Seventy-Two Pillars of Demon God ......"

"You guys really make me sick."

Du Wei turned around and walked into the door without hesitation.

Masks, clown cards, envelopes, and so on, all surround him, close behind.

The black, flowing mist didn't fluctuate in the slightest.

Sink in it......

It's just that after a while.

The only remaining door frame suddenly shattered......

……

In the dark.

It's like walking in water.

The texture is sticky.

It's muddy.

Little by little, time passed.

Du Wei couldn't remember how long he had been gone, as if a century had passed, or as if it had only been a moment.

It was darkness as far as the eye could see.

There seems to be no end to the journey.

The road in the rear also disappeared.

Du Wei could only rely on his senses and kept moving in one direction.

……

And the other side.

in New York City.

In Du Wei's home, the entire hall was plunged into darkness.

Light can't get in.

Antique clocks hang alone on the wall, overlapping hands that mechanically turn and click.

Suddenly......

It's like I've been stimulated by something.

Overlapping hands spread out.

The hour, minute, and second hands each point to a time.

6：26：31……

It's as if it's still.

The whole living room seems to be cut off from the outside world.

It's like hell here.

The furniture, the papers, all floated, clinging to the ceiling.

And, in the house some ornaments, one of which is a cross, reversed the past.

Followed by.

A pale arm protrudes from the antique clock, and on the back of the hand is a hand pattern identical to that of Du Wei.

It's just that.

The pattern of the hands is exactly the same as that of an antique clock.

At the same time.

Then, the hand is pressed against the dial.

The pattern is reversing.

The hands of antique clocks are also constantly reversing.

Circle by turn.

The furniture and documents that floated on the ceiling were all spinning wildly.

Click......

I don't know how long it took.

Suddenly, the hand stopped, and slowly disappeared.

The hands of an antique clock point the same as before.

But in fact, it's counterclockwise after I don't know how many times.

Everything returned to calm.

Crash......

The furniture slammed to the ground and shattered.

The documents were also scattered all over the place.

……

"Hoo ......"

Du Wei let out a cloudy breath.

He had been walking for a long time since he entered the fog behind the door.

And now, at last, something has changed ahead.

Revealing the light that is absent.

This made Du Wei feel somewhat relieved.

Being in the dark for a long time has a great impact on people.

Although it has long been used to it for him.

But he hates the unknown.

Walk towards the light.

Du Wei's vision widened.

When passing through that light.

Suddenly.

His face turned wonderful.

When I turned my head again, the fog behind me was long gone, replaced by a narrow alley made of stone bricks.

"This is the world behind the gates of hell?"

Du Wei's tone was very surprised.

Turning his head again, he saw passing carriages in front of him, and the stone paved ground was wet, as if it had just rained.

The surrounding buildings are also completely different from the modern style, which is clearly Gothic.

On the contrary, the sky is dim, revealing a different sense of depression.

"What's the situation?"

Du Wei was at a loss.

At this moment, a chaotic sound of footsteps sounded, and it was rapidly approaching.

Du Wei narrowed his eyes and waved his hand.

The mask and other items all got into the trench coat he was wearing.

Then, a dozen men in tuxedos and top hats rushed over.

The style of these people is a reflection of the old times.

And, all hunters......

Connection.

A bad thought flashed through Du Wei's mind.

He put his hands in his pockets, rubbed his flintlock pistol, looked at each other wary, and said nothing.

Hold your horses.

But then, the words of the dozen or so hunters stunned him.

The men respectfully said, "Your Excellency, please forgive us for being late. ”

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