Pitch dark night.

A bald man in a priest's uniform walks slowly in the night.

He has a clown card in his hand, which shows himself in a tuxedo, but the rest of the scene is different from Du Wei's.

Dewey's picture is set in the forest, with the moon and wolves.

But this one is only a palace.

A bald man in a tuxedo stood at the gate of the palace, his unsure number of hands clutched at the edge of the door, but two hands on his shoulders.

……

Looking at the scene on the cards, the bald man whispered.

"Every time you use this joker card, a hand will break away from the door, and the so-called wish fulfillment can actually be understood as a transaction, although the way it is achieved is very weird, but it is always much better than another card."

"And the evil spirit gamble, hehe, when you lose, you will know what despair is."

"But with another card, I'll have to go back to Switzerland right away, or something bad might happen to the Old Cult hunters when they do something underground."

As he spoke, the bald man walked about a hundred meters from the street.

But what made him a little strange was that he didn't know when a white mist appeared in front of him.

In the state of spiritual vision, the bald man saw that in the fog, there were many ghosts standing, one at intervals, still and still, as if waiting for something.

"Is this an obstacle you've put on me? Ridiculous......"

The bald man smiled sarcastically, and he saw the presence of the ghosts at a glance.

However, for him, who has a clown card and is a hunter, the threat of ghosts is pitifully small.

Then.

He walked over step by step and pulled out a flashlight......

The flashlight is silvery-white, and it looks like something old at the beginning of the century.

Soon.

He stepped into the fog with one foot......

Call......

An inexplicable gust of wind blew, and the mist surged up.

The ghosts who stood still in the fog all turned their heads and waved at him at this moment.

No malice, but weirdly scary.

The bald man turned on the flashlight with a blank face.

The light shone on the ghosts, and all the ghosts froze.

"I have to say, you've disappointed me......"

"If it weren't for the fact that I couldn't kill you directly by making a wish, I wouldn't have played this boring hunting game with you at all."

This flashlight of his is an item that can deal with evil spirits.

When the light shines on the evil spirit, it will freeze and will not be able to move.

Of course, it can only restrain some less terrifying evil spirits, some too terrifying, and even ignore the effects of the flashlight.

But it's enough to deal with ghosts.

If combined with his ability to transform evil spirits, in a sense, neither humans nor evil spirits can play much role in him.

However......

What he didn't notice was that those white mist had appeared behind him.

Of course, it was not that he took another step forward, but that there was a spatial change when he walked into the fog and was included in the confines of the road.

You only need to step on a corner, or touch the range of the road, and you will be pulled straight in.

The bald man sensed the position of the other clown card and continued walking.

When he came to a ghost, he put the clown card in his pocket, and when he reached out again, he had already brought out a silver cross dagger.

The shape of this dagger is very similar to the one that Du Wei lost on the bus, and it is exactly the same in terms of texture and length.

In other words, this silver cross dagger was the standard weapon of hunters in the last century.

Rub......

Pull out the dagger and stab the ghost......

It's as if it's piercing into the air, without any blockage.

But when it is pulled out, the ghost dissipates instantly.

The bald man smiled, it was obvious that he, a hunter, was much more professional than Du Wei.

Just, the next second.

The smile on his face froze.

An extremely cold and terrifying aura surged out overwhelmingly.

In the fog, one ghost after another, as if they had been urged, all moved.

In the state of spiritual vision, it is impossible to count them when you look at them.

“fuck！！”

The bald man felt a chill in his heart, and he turned his head and ran without hesitation.

There are so many ghosts, and that horrible malice, there is absolutely no way to fight them, there is no way but to run.

But.

The more he ran, the more ugly his face became.

As far as the eye could see, there was fog.

Even the hunter's best ability, the third-stage psionic vision, could not see anything other than fog and ghosts.

"Damn! Damn masked bastards! I swear, I'm going to let you die a miserable death! ”

The bald man cursed angrily in his heart, he couldn't understand what Du Wei had done and why he had fallen into such trouble.

Obviously, in the state of spiritual vision, I didn't see any evil spirits at all.

Wait a minute......

The masked man stopped suddenly, his face gloomy and angry.

The Church of Twilight explored about a tenth of the city of Massas, paid the price of a hunter, and received a lot of useful information.

The problem in Massas City is very serious, and many locations have changed strangely except for the one underground.

In this city, the most terrifying places are not actually evil spirits, but those terrifying places where even evil spirits can be restrained or even killed.

"So I went to a special place?"

"Then why wasn't that bastard affected? He's been here before! ”

The bald man turned his head and glanced at the ghosts, and the whole person went directly into the evil spirit.

Temperament has changed dramatically.

A pair of eyes became dead and cold, without the slightest hint of humanity.

Most of his body seemed to be overshadowed.

The ghosts that were close to him all paused, poked their heads out and opened their mouths.

But he seemed to feel something, and didn't take a step forward.

The bald man directly took out the clown card and said in a cold tone: "I make a wish, let me get rid of these ghost things." ”

On the clown card, standing at the gate of the palace, he showed a strange smile in his tuxedo, and one of the hands that grabbed the door slowly released and grabbed his shoulder.

Can be ...... suddenly.

Blood gushed out from the bald man's mouth, nose and eyes.

He looked at the clown card in disbelief and said hideously, "Are you sure I can get out of here if I go inside?" That man must have been in there too, why didn't he get out? ”

The one on the clown card smiled even more weirdly.

For every joker card, there is a part of the evil spirit in it.

The more you rely on its power, the easier it is to sink.

In the gambling game, whether you win or lose, the ultimate profit is always the evil spirit.

Making a wish is a transaction, and the process of wishing fulfillment cannot be decided by people.

It's not the first time that the bald man has used this clown card, and he knows very well that his wish can definitely come true, but the result and process can't be the same as he thinks.

So, he gritted his teeth, his eyes were full of killing intent and coldness, and he followed the induction between the clown cards and rushed directly in the direction of Du Wei.

Two minutes later.

The bald man cut through the fog and into the street.

As soon as I looked into it, I saw a man in a suit wearing a cracked mask facing him.

There was also burning bone meal and something that looked like a walking stick.

The firelight reflected the tall figure of the masked man, but strangely, he seemed to be in trouble, trembling and trying to do something, but the shadow below him was always calm.

It's as if there's a delay.

Behind him, there are many evil spirits with black umbrellas, as well as exorcists wearing priest uniforms, and further on, there seem to be three evil spirits.

A faint mist rises through the streets.

In the state of spiritual vision, the bald man frowned, and he felt that the state of this man seemed to be very wrong, not like a person, but more like an evil spirit.

"Are you already turning into an evil spirit? Strange, who are you? Exorcists of the Church? Or the madmen of the Vidahists? ”

The bald man's eyes flashed with danger, and he directly took out a flashlight and shone it on the bodies of those evil spirits.

All the evil spirits froze.

Then he took a step forward, and his face became very ugly again.

"Resistance ......"

The bald man waved his hand, noticing that his shadow seemed to be delayed by the light of the flashlight, but it wasn't very obvious now.

"That's why you can't move, but unfortunately I don't care, because I've made a wish to the Joker and know there's a way to get me out."

"Now, let me send you to hell."