The mutation of antique clocks and watches, it is impossible for Du Wei to see.

Every time, the appearance of that hand deliberately avoided him.

And at this moment.

He's not in great shape.

On the altar.

The golden balance is picking up.

The pain caused by antique clocks has not diminished in the slightest.

It seems to be out of control.

Du Wei held the ground with one hand, grabbed his hair with the other, and blood kept oozing from his mouth.

The whole person is in a miserable state.

But even in this case, the idea of giving up resistance and leaving here never came to his mind.

As long as you leave the golden scales and don't come into contact with this thing, the antique clock will return to its previous state, and it is impossible to try to kill him.

However.

Du Wei didn't want to leave.

He raised his head vigorously, his bloodshot eyes staring coldly at the golden scales.

The tone was even more cold to the extreme: "Why don't you want to choose me?" Is it because you're afraid of Ramer's Clock, or is it because your target is just the evil spirit Dewey? ”

"If it's the former, I don't think that's true."

"Because the seventy-two pillars of Solomon's demon god who is eyeing me, in addition to Ramer's Bell, also has Valaka."

"So, it's the latter?"

There was a pause at one end of the scale.

Du Wei narrowed his eyes and said with a sneer: "Since this is the case, then it will be as you wish." ”

The next second.

Du Wei closed his eyes.

By the time I opened it again, my eyes had gone dark.

The aura on his body was also extremely cold.

"Who am I?"

He ignored the pain in his body and stood up directly.

At the same time, all the evil spirits on the altar bowed their heads.

The dark shadow stood silently behind him.

The envelope pierced by the sharp knife trembled with excitement.

A line of text emerges - [You are the king of evil spirits, you are the master of everything!] 】

He turned his head to look at the envelope, the shadows, and the other spirits.

Among those evil spirits, there was a doll that trembled and floated over, and it was Annabelle.

He looked at it all with undisguised indifference in his eyes.

Then he asked himself, "Du Wei? Or the evil spirit Dewey? ”

This seems to be a problem.

He thought for a moment and gave himself an answer: "Different names represent different mes, whether they are true or false, or they do not exist. ”

"When I use different names, I'm a different me."

"So now, I'm the evil spirit Dewey."

After speaking.

It walked up to the golden balance with an elegant posture, and said in an inexplicable tone: "Come, let me see how you copy me?" ”

The golden scales were unresponsive.

But the extremely terrifying aura, like a boning knife, shrouded the evil spirit Du Wei.

The evil spirit Du Wei smiled disdainfully.

"It's useless to me, if you can kill me, you won't have to wait until now."

"Let me think about it, why don't you kill me?"

"Is it because you can't, or can't you?"

"I think it's both, you want to copy one of me, replace my existence, and thus help you accomplish a certain purpose, but the other me swapped identities with clown cards and replicas."

"But I don't think it's useful because I can set the rules, and it doesn't make sense that you can't."

As he spoke, the evil spirit Du Wei turned his head to look at the other side.

In the darkness, another one wearing a black priest's uniform slowly emerged.

What the evil spirit Du Wei has, there are replicas.

It's like a mirror, you can't tell who is real and who is fake.

As soon as the other party appeared, he said indifferently: "You will definitely die, and I will take your place and walk out from here." ”

Moreover, the balance of gold is also tilting in favor of each other.

The evil spirit Du Wei smiled sarcastically: "Are you talking to me? ”

Those evil spirits seemed to be affected, and slowly raised their heads, and the thick malice began to fall towards the evil spirit Du Wei.

"You want to die?"

The evil spirit Du Wei seemed to be asking.

Its tone was very flat, and it didn't detect the slightest emotion.

But all of a sudden, those evil spirits who wanted to resist were forced back again.

The replica's pupils shrink.

Immobilize ability.

This time, it showed a much higher IQ and ability than before.

But the evil spirit Du Wei ignored this ability, and stretched out his right hand to shake it weakly.

Bang......

The other party exploded directly into pieces.

"Look, this is what you made me, why do you think this is a copy of me?"

The evil spirit Du Wei asked the golden balance.

At the same time, it stepped forward, pointed to the golden balance and said, "Come, make another one for me to see......"

The scales representing its end were stimulated and immediately rebounded and leveled.

Something weird at work.

Three replicas appeared in a row all around.

But as soon as it appeared, it exploded into pieces.

The evil spirit Du Wei's move was already very bold.

This can already be said to be a provocation of the golden scale.

But for no reason, this thing, which represents the seventy-two pillars of Solomon's demon god, has never really broken out.

The evil spirit Du Wei sneered and said, "Look, no matter how many copies you make, you can't be as strong as me, and you can't kill me now." ”

"What's influencing you? Ramer's Clock? Or Hualaka? ”

"Or maybe it's a demon god related to me?"

"Of course, I don't think it matters, because something very interesting suddenly occurred to me."

"Matthew fused things related to Solomon's Seventy-Two Pillars of Demon God, and the people of the Cult of Vanity did the same, and I did something similar a long time ago."

"And I don't think you're as good as Ramer's Bell."

Its voice carried an inexplicable chill.

……

At the same time.

When the evil spirit Du Wei finished his last sentence.

The antique clocks and watches at home are still changing.

The pale arm kept moving the pointer, forcibly turning.

Click......

The sound of the hands turning has turned into noise.

The miniature balance pattern on the back of the hand is getting deeper and deeper, at first it is very light, but gradually it becomes pure black.

It's like an imprint.

This unknown existence seems to be helping the evil spirit Du Wei.

But this does not necessarily represent good intentions.

Because the pattern of that balance is constantly deepening.

And it's still one-way.

It can be understood that it has some kind of deep connection with the evil spirit Du Wei, and even Du Wei, and it seems to be stealing the power of Solomon's Seventy-two Pillars Demon God in a completely incomprehensible way.

Suddenly.

When the balance pattern is thoroughly imprinted.

The pale arm slowly retracted into the antique clock.

The hands were shaking, and the air in the room froze.

But at this moment, a vision suddenly sounded from the framed cabinet next to it.

Annabelle appeared in the framed cabinet.

The hands stopped shaking and overlapped violently.

Crash......

The framed cabinet was broken.

……

The other side.

The spirits on the altar were all gone.

The evil spirit Du Wei stood indifferently in the center of the altar, and on the back of his right hand, a pattern of a balance appeared, but it was extremely dim.

"Simonley's Golden Scales ......"

"It's not fully assimilated yet, but in this way, I should be able to be regarded as being targeted by another demon god, right?"

The evil spirit Du Wei said this, and suddenly covered his mouth and coughed.

Looking at the large pool of blood in the palm of his hand, his eyes were still calm: "I seem to be about to die......"