Midnight was silent.

Du Wei carried his bag and held a black umbrella and hurried quickly in the direction he came.

Walking through the rusty barbed wire area, you are out of town.

The imaginary unexpected did not happen.

After all, although Du Wei stayed in Massas City for about eight hours, the scope of exploration was not very large, and the evil spirits he encountered were all trapped in the streets.

It's business as usual......

……

Direction west of Massas City.

An hour later.

Du Wei came to a remote roadside.

As far as the eye can see, it is dark and quiet.

The McLaren GT was docked silently.

Du Wei took out the key and swiped it at the door, and the scissor door automatically rose, and the headlights flashed.

In the dark, light always brings a sense of security.

"Hoo ......"

Slowly exhaling a breath of turbidity, Du Wei put away the black umbrella and sat in the car.

The backpack was placed in the passenger seat, so it was easy to touch.

He closed the door and looked up again at the location of Massas City.

The whole city was already plunged into darkness, not even a faint outline could be seen, as if the whole city had been erased from the horizon.

In the skies above the city, it's even stranger.

You can see the clouds, but they seem to be dyed, as gloomy and dark, like a sign before a rainstorm, but this situation has been going on for a long time, and it looks very strange.

There was no rain and no unusual occurrences.

The city seems to be brewing, and when it erupts, it will be terrifying beyond words.

Du Wei took a deep breath, retracted his gaze and started the car away.

He didn't want the crisis in Massas City to erupt, but at this stage, he couldn't solve it with his ability, so he could only protect himself.

Man is vulnerable in the face of evil spirits.

Passive and desperate.

Although Du Wei is a hunter, his evil spirit is not so deep, and he is still a little far behind the hunters of Andrew Dawkui's generation.

On this trip to Massas City, the ability to transform evil spirits is also very weak, and it is not even as effective as things such as black umbrellas.

The car was moving away, but not fast.

While driving the car, Du Wei thought about the receipt of his operation.

First of all, I got the rest of the clown card and another mask.

But the clown card is related to evil spirits, so it's better not to use it.

The other mask, before knowing its abilities, was used as a medium by himself, imprisoning the hunters of the Twilight Church.

The new Mask Evil Spirit is designed to wedge an anchor point into the clown card, so that the evil spirit cannot appear for a while, but it is unknown how long it will last.

And that ability to make a wish seems to have been affected a little.

When Du Wei thought of this, he couldn't help but take out the new clown card.

"Making a wish can be seen as making a wish to an evil spirit, but there is never such a thing as a no-earned gain in this world, and it can be seen as a transaction."

"But this deal is not fair."

On the clown card, the person in the tuxedo behaves very strangely, his face is a bit like a fusion of Du Wei and the bald man, the facial features are more three-dimensional and deep, the eye sockets are deeply sunken, and the eyes are cold and gloomy.

Du Wei frowned, "I can feel the connection with it, but it's not close, it's not the same as my original card, in other words, it's owned by me and the hunter of the Twilight Church." ”

"But the hunter has turned into an evil spirit, and I'm locked in a mask and will never come out, but I feel like it's expecting me to make a wish, so what's it?"

Du Wei's tone was a little weird, and he thought of a very funny word - two domestic slaves.

"But I won't use it for the time being, and even if I do, I'll try to make a wish in another way, such as asking the evil spirit in the mask to make a wish for me, so that it's it, not me, who trades."

"The issue of the Holy Nail and the evil spirit Dewey is also tricky."

"And my evil spirit is different from others, it seems that something is missing...... The problem is Annabelle, this evil doll is not as simple as I thought......"

Speaking of this, Du Wei's eyes became slightly indifferent.

There are a lot of things to solve, but they all have to be the same.

The Holy Nail has to find a safe place to hide, and as for the evil spirit Du Wei, as long as he doesn't encounter an extremely dangerous situation and doesn't use the clown card to let it out, it will be safe for the time being.

But it shouldn't be that simple.

After all, in a sense, it is indeed another self.

Memory, personality, and thinking logic are all exactly the same.

Man's greatest enemy is himself.

The only person who knows himself best is himself, for Du Wei, he knows very well how terrible the evil spirit Du Wei is, this invisible duel, he did not win, and the evil spirit Du Wei did not lose.

"So who's the loser?"

Du Wei sneered, stepped on the accelerator to the end, the car sped up, and quickly turned into a road, and the city of Massas behind him became farther and farther away until it disappeared.

……

And at this time.

Inside the city of Massas.

A gray-haired, somewhat balding old man of about 70 years old, dressed in a clerical robe, stood still with a slightly hunched body.

His name is Alvin Dawqua, and he is one of the hunters of the Church, and unlike Du Wei, his evil spirit has reached its limit.

The whole person's face was gray, like a corpse, and his whole body exuded a terrifying malice.

More like an evil spirit than an evil spirit.

On the opposite side of the ground is a huge hole that has no bottom in the ground.

The whole big cave is about 100 meters square, pitch black, and you can faintly hear the whining wind, as if the evil ghost is whimpering in a low voice.

The more I looked down, the more terrifying I felt the urge to jump down and jump into the hole.

But Alvin completely ignored this feeling, he possessed pitiful human traits other than his appearance and name, numbness and death, without the slightest emotion.

At this moment, a regular sound of footsteps suddenly sounded.

Accompanied by a vicissitudes of life, there was an old voice: "Alvin, although I know that the church will send you over, I still feel surprised, you are not much different from the evil spirit now, and you should not come to participate in this matter." ”

Alvin turned his head slowly, staring behind him in dead silence.

It was a "young man" of about forty years old, and a huge scar spread from the middle of his forehead to the left side of his chin.

He only has one eye.

The scars looked like they had been torn by some kind of sharp claw, and though they had been a long time, they still had an unusually bright red color.

"Federtic, we haven't seen each other for thirty years since you joined the Twilight Bell, and your appearance still hasn't changed, it's really enviable."

It seems that he has seen an old friend, and Alvin's eyes have a little more remembrance and complexity, but there is only a trace of it, and it comes and goes quickly.

He has no humanity anymore......