"I'm supposed to die."

Du Wei stood on the street, the surroundings were bleak, and the atmosphere became very oppressive and absurd.

Above his head, the nun's hideous face grew larger and larger.

Meaning, getting closer and closer to him.

It won't be long before the nun confronts him and kills him.

After reciting her real name, the nun developed a very close bond with him.

Can't refuse, can't change.

In other words, Dewey is a dead end.

The real name of the devil since ancient times is a half-truth and half-truth.

The more obsessed you are with your real name, the more you see, until finally your real name is completely determined and its existence is recognized.

"In a sense, when I first came into contact with the curse and saw the letters, I was already caught in this trap."

"All the struggles and resistances are meaningless."

"Death is absolute."

"No wonder in the church's records, no one survives the curse."

Du Wei looked at the face of the nun who was getting closer and closer, and looked at it calmly, even if he was about to be killed, but he did not panic at all.

It's like what Du Wei once said.

In the face of death, it should be given the peace it deserves.

The next second.

The nun's ugly and hideous face tilted down from the sky, like a waterfall, and set off a huge wind and waves.

Torrential rain poured down.

Du Wei was so wet that his body could barely keep it steady, he frowned, so he had to sit on the ground and quietly watch the nun make a move on him.

Then he saw the nun open its bloody mouth, sharp and sharp as the teeth of a beast, and black liquid flowed from the corners of its mouth, and when it dripped to the ground, it corroded the ground like sulfuric acid.

"I suddenly figured out something."

"Valak's real name is actually what I gave you."

Inexplicably, Du Wei touched the mask on his face and laughed in a low voice.

He laughed presumptuously.

Immediately after that, it was swallowed by the nun, the light disappeared, and consciousness sank......

To put it simply, "He's dead."

There was no wave, no resistance, not even the idea of resisting.

A little too relaxed.

……

At this moment.

Outside of the dream, it rained heavily in New York City.

The entire counseling clinic looked very hazy in the rain, and from a distance, the whole room was gloomy and black, and only a vague outline could be seen.

And in the living room.

The antique clock hanging on the wall suddenly stopped turning.

The clock stopped at 12:00 and the hands never moved forward.

A feeling of oppression that cannot be described in words pervades, and from the antique clock emerges a black mist and dense threads of fine silk.

If you look closely, those silk threads fill the entire psychological counseling clinic, and all the corners are not spared.

The sofa, the computer, everything, is threaded through and becomes a part of it.

The same is true of the framed cabinet that hangs next to the antique clock, except for Annabelle, who is locked inside, which is not penetrated by the silk thread, and it shiveres and bangs frantically against the door of the framed cabinet.

But it's completely useless.

At that time, when Du Wei still had the clown card that represented the gambling game, he gambled with it.

As a loser, Annabelle pays the price of being locked up in a framed cabinet forever.

In the absence of external forces, it simply cannot come out.

But at this moment, the change of antique clocks has caused some trouble.

The fine black threads had covered the framed cabinet and extended inside.

It seems to be looking for something, but it doesn't find anything, so it becomes extraordinarily violent.

Everything in the whole counseling clinic, it wants to explore.

Once touched by those black silk threads, it is very likely that something very strange will happen.

At the very least, Annabelle's performance proves it, it is terrified to the extreme, and it just wants to escape.

And it is not logical.

Before he dreamed, Du Wei should have stood in front of the surface of the antique clock, but now he was lost in the entire living room.

He disappeared.

……

The other side.

On the highway from the City of Scolin to New York City.

A dozen black luxury cars were speeding around.

Hannibal and the others sat in the car, and the cultists marched towards their destination with excitement and fanaticism.

"We'll be in New York City before dawn."

"This time, we're definitely not going to fail."

"That man's body will be God's medium in the world."

"All will remember God's name."

The cultists' bodies trembled with excitement, and they had already divided into two groups, one to bring the mirror back to Europe, and the other to New York under the leadership of Hannibal.

Hannibal, on the other hand, laughed more and more happily, bowing his head slightly, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

As a kindred of the evil spirit Dewey.

He looked forward to the moment when it would be liberated.

For this reason, he made up a lie, and the evil spirit Du Wei used it to fill all the loopholes in this lie.

It made its voice heard by all, and saw its power.

Of course, "God" should be on top.

Therefore, everyone except Hannibal could only see its cold, calm eyes.

No one dared to look at it.

"With me, that body must be yours."

Hannibal said this in his heart, and he was very confident.

Vida's previous confrontation with Du Wei has always been at a disadvantage because of information asymmetry.

Hannibal knew Dewey too well, he knew many of Dewey's methods, and he seemed to have the ability to control evil spirits.

But none of this, Hannibal cared about.

Because he is the nemesis of evil spirits.

……

It was a long night.

While the Vidats were on their way to New York, Hannibal had a different purpose than them.

The cultists are deceived by lies and want to make their god, the "evil spirit, Du Wei", come to reality and jump out of the mirror.

Hannibal, on the other hand, is playing with fire, he just wants to make this world one more of his kind.

He thought it would be fun.

The evil spirit Du Wei also thinks so.

Therefore, at the headquarters of the Twilight Church in Switzerland, James's room appeared a scalp-tingling scene.

"Please, let me go."

"Painful...... Torture ......"

"I'm going crazy, who the hell are you?"

"Answer me, what do you want me to do!"

James knelt on the floor of the bathroom, his only remaining hand supporting the floor, covered in cold sweat, his face was as pale as paper, without the slightest blood.

On the floor, sweat has condensed into a small puddle.

In front of him, on the sink, hung a mirror.

The mirror reflected his embarrassment and pain at this time, but what caught the eye was the eyes—cold, calm, without the slightest emotion.

"Whew...... It's not my eyes......"

James looked at himself in the mirror, staring into those eyes, his expression painful and hideous.

He gritted his teeth and roared, "Don't torture me anymore, tell me what exactly you want me to do, and I will do it." ”

At night, he would be tormented, and his spirit was already on the verge of collapse.

At first, it was in a dream, but now it is a reality.

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