When Du Wei played the joker card that represented the game.

The imposter on the other side suddenly turned very weird.

Conceptually, the imposter became Dewey.

And the real Du Wei has become another existence at this moment, which may or may not be Du Wei.

As Dewey said.

His opponents were not so-called imposters, but gold scales and antique clocks.

Everyone is not in the same rank at all.

The imposter and Du Wei's identities were exchanged, and in addition to getting this identity, the other party also got the attention of those evil spirits.

What is Marking Ability?

As soon as it is activated, the marked evil spirits will appear next to Du Wei and attack him, regardless of space and distance.

It is extremely convenient to use it to commit suicide.

At this moment.

When the identities are reversed.

Those evil spirits who have been pitted by Du Wei, shaded, and played with in applause, all stared gloomily at the new "righteous master".

Malice is undisguised.

Even the Black Shadow is eager to try.

Among those evil spirits, there are evil spirits that are only half nailed to the body of nails, and there are also pure evil spirits like Annabelle, and there are countless of them.

All the evil spirits immediately pounced on the impostor.

On the contrary, the envelope is in fear: [Master, the envelope suddenly feels connected with the impostor, it seems to want the envelope to betray you, according to the rules of the deed of sale, the envelope cannot resist it. 】

A line of text just emerged.

The shadow tilted its head and stabbed the envelope, killing it to the ground.

[Thank you, Brother Black Shadow.] 】

Du Wei said indifferently: "Now the imposter is Du Wei, in a sense, it is indeed your new master, but it doesn't matter, it will die soon." ”

So to speak.

Another line of text came out of the envelope: [Master, you are so evil, you deserve to be you......]

Du Wei ignored it and looked instead at the golden balance suspended in the middle.

At this point, one end of the scale is tilting towards itself.

From the scene seen in the death picture, it can be inferred that he should have won, and in an alternative way, he realized the warning given by the antique clock.

Only, this certainly does not serve the purpose of antique clocks.

Because he could feel the click caused by the rotation of the pointer in his mind...... The sound became more and more rapid, more and more violent.

It seems to be angry.

But Du Wei silently endured the pain from all over his body, as well as mental torture.

His face was expressionless, and his whole person was extremely reasonable.

He knew how crazy he was doing.

I also know that the odds of success are not very good.

But this was the first step to get rid of antique clocks, and we had to resist.

The scales are still tipping.

But it's a lot slower.

And the imposter who got Du Wei's identity is constantly blocking the attacks of hundreds of evil spirits.

But it was in vain.

What it gets is only identity, not everything for Dewey.

If it is, it can appear in the form of the evil spirit Dewey, and then it may have a chance to win.

And yet it can't.

Even, Du Wei thought it was dying too slowly, so he raised the flintlock pistol again and made up for it.

Boom......

The smoke from the flintlock pistol cleared.

The bullet hit the opponent directly in the abdomen.

"Missed ...... again"

Du Wei said this, but he didn't feel pity.

Because of this shot, the other party was immediately paused, and those evil spirits seized the opportunity and directly tore it to pieces.

All the evil spirits twisted and struggled together.

It seems that they all want to tear the "righteous master" apart alive, but there are too many evil spirits, and there are not enough points at all.

The main thing is:

Those who were brought into the door by the black shadows, the strange beings with rotting bodies had the advantage in numbers.

They stretched out their rotting arms and grabbed the corpse of the "Lord", pulling it into the shadows.

Suddenly......

Everything was restored to tranquility.

The spirits turned their heads to look at Dewey.

There is malice, but there is also hesitation......

They seem to be waiting for something.

And Du Wei was also waiting, he walked towards the golden scale, and whispered: "Now, I am your copy, there is no better opportunity than this." ”

"I'm Du Wei, and I'm also the evil spirit Du Wei, and I'm also a duke, or anyone."

"Choose me and you'll get more."

"As for the Hammer's Clock, it ......"

Only halfway through the words, Du Wei's eyes changed slightly, he opened his mouth, and the whole person involuntarily bent down and knelt on the ground, one hand supporting the ground, blood dripping ......

It was as if the picture was still.

His pupils were dilating.

The envelope on the side collapsed.

【Host...... Master, hold on......]

It tried to fly to Dewey's side, but was frozen by the black shadow with a sharp knife, and could not move at all.

The end of the golden scales, tilted towards Du Wei, also stopped, and was picking up.

……

At this moment.

At home in New York.

The entire hall has been replaced by darkness.

As far as the eye can see, everything is invisible and unknowable.

Only the click of the hands sounded rapidly.

The hands of the antique clock were spinning, and the whole clock was shaking, as if it were about to cause another earthquake in New York.

If you look closely, you can see that the hands are turned upside down.

A positive turn is the passage of time.

Inversion is the opposite.

At that moment, a pale arm came out of the antique clock.

On the back of the hand, there is a very obvious pointer pattern, exactly the same as Du Wei's, but it is deeper, like a birthmark.

It has already appeared twice, and now it is the third time.

If not, Annabelle in the framed cabinet next to her has already been marked away.

At this point, it should be banging frantically against the cabinet door.

Because Annabelle was terrified of the hand, even beyond the antique clock itself.

The next second.

The hand reached in a certain direction as if it felt something.

Fingers tremble slightly.

It is then pressed directly on the hands of an antique clock.

Click......

The hands stopped turning, but they kept shaking, trying to resume their turn.

The needle, which should have been fragile, cut through the skin of this hand, but the blood that seeped out was black and extremely viscous.

Suddenly......

On the back of that hand, the pattern of the pointer disappeared, and in its place it was the pattern of a mask.

The darkness in the whole room seemed to come alive at this moment.

There was a different kind of smell in the darkness.

Then, it forcibly turned the pointer and turned it clockwise.

And with the turn of the pointer.

The mask pattern on the back of the hand gradually faded.

Again, it's a miniature scale.