In the suburbs of New York outside the oil painting.

In the abandoned cemetery of Hill Psychiatric Hospital, the three sarcophagi inside are quietly docked.

And below.

The reflection of the whole city already overlaps with that of New York.

Buses and horror houses do not appear in reality.

Instead, the two didn't know what was going on and were stuck in some kind of impasse.

The contradiction and hatred between the two weird people is not a day or two.

From the school, to the evil spirit students, to the reflection of the city.

Since the two sides collided together, they have started an unknown number of confrontations.

Buses no longer go to pick up evil spirits.

The House of Horrors didn't wreak havoc on one side either.

Now, they are in a very awkward situation.

Again, the two hold each other back.

It is not like Du Wei wanted to let New York fall, but to pull New York, a second- and third-tier city, into the reflection of the city.

That's where they live.

In a sense.

These two weirdness can be seen as a contradictory whole.

They are completely identical in their actions and in their ends.

It's just more selfish.

Du Wei looked at everything outside, and he suddenly felt a sense of tension in his heart.

"Something is wrong, the three sarcophagi inside, weird ......"

"Bonai has been killed, and although I don't know who did it, since it doesn't exist, then the Three Sarcophagus shouldn't be so attractive to weirdness."

"Is there anything I didn't notice?"

Du Wei actually wanted to get the three sarcophagi inside, because this was the closest thing to him, and it seemed to be the most harmless item related to the demon god.

It's just that just now, the appearance of buses and horror houses is too sudden.

forced him to hide directly in the painting.

I didn't have time to take the three sarcophagi inside.

Now if he wants to get it, he has to get out of the painting, and as soon as he gets out, he will be targeted by buses and horror houses.

These two weird ......

Seriously, as long as Du Wei dares to show up, they will definitely put aside all hatred and kill him first.

Unfortunately.

Now Du Wei is in an embarrassing period of weakness again, and the evil spirit Du Wei has not yet woken up.

"This ......"

"Am I going to start walking on the brink of death like I used to?"

Tightrope walking was only a decision made out of necessity.

To be absolutely safe, Du Wei is not willing to risk his life.

But now.

His intuition told him that the three sarcophagi inside might be hiding some kind of secret that he hadn't discovered.

If you get the bus and the house of horrors.

When they become more terrifying, they will only make themselves more dangerous.

He couldn't be sure when the evil spirit Dewey would come back to life.

But he can be sure that his hole cards are exhausted, and it is impossible to be hard and two weird.

It is not advisable to invest in the enemy.

Come to think of this.

Du Wei gritted his teeth: "I'm fed up with this kind of life, and this is not a mortal ending." ”

said.

Du Wei turned his head to look at the dark shadow.

Without hesitation, the latter pulled the sharp knife from Gascoigne's chest and walked behind him.

Envelopes are not far behind.

[Master, the envelope asks to die for you.] 】

Du Wei said indifferently: "You stay in the oil painting, take care of Gascoigne, put some blood on him every ten minutes, and don't let him wake up." ”

[Huh? Master, Envelope doesn't want to stay here, Envelope has learned your means of persecuting evil spirits, and Envelope can help you. 】

Du Wei shook his head: "You stay to help me even more, as my most loyal subordinate, you should know that I am different to you and to the black shadow." ”

He saw it through.

If you want to make the envelope do things for yourself, sometimes you have to be moody, neither too good nor too oppressive.

When the envelope heard this, it would cry.

[How can I envelope him, I can get the approval of the master, master, rest assured, as long as my envelope still has a breath, Gascoigne will not want to wake up. 】

Du Wei hummed and pulled out the clown card from his pocket, which represented the wish.

He now needs to put some prerequisites on himself.

That is, to make a wish.

But the black shadow instinctively turned into a thin layer of mist, enveloping Du Wei's body.

In the past.

No matter what means are used, the price to be paid is to be resisted by the dark shadow.

Now that Du Wei is going to use the clown card, it seems to be subconsciously acting according to his habits.

I have to say.

Being able to live with Du Wei until now, from an evil spirit to a demon spirit, the black shadow is indeed very different in a sense.

Du Wei was not surprised.

He said in a deep voice: "I make a wish as a black shadow, from now on, when the three sarcophagi inside enter the oil painting, I will instantly return to the oil painting." ”

The clown card chilled slightly.

But the wish came true much faster than before.

Perhaps it's because the existence of wishing has changed from an evil spirit to an even more terrifying demon spirit.

Babbling......

The door to the painting opened.

Du Wei instantly appeared in the cemetery.

And right in this moment.

In the reflection of the city that overlaps with New York, the buses and the horror house that are holding each other back suddenly stopped.

The lights of the bus went out instantly.

The House of Terror exuded terrible malice, shrouded in a gray mist, and was about to rush up like crazy.

It's the same with buses.

The two weird sharks that seemed to smell blood directly locked on to Du Wei's existence.

This feeling is extremely strong.

Du Wei even felt a tingling sensation in his scalp, and as soon as he put his hand on one of the three sarcophagi inside, the gray mist seeped out of the ground.

"Damn it!"

He cursed secretly, immediately put the sarcophagus into the oil painting, and then quickly rushed to another sarcophagus.

I can hear the horn of the bus, which has been urging.

He used the painting again, but by this time in front of the third sarcophagus, most of the bus had already emerged from the reflection of the city.

Behind him, the House of Horrors also rose from the ground.

Two weirdos caught him in the middle.

The last sarcophagus, but there was no chance to get close.

Moreover.

The two weirdos didn't care about the last sarcophagus, but stared at Du Wei deadly, the thick malice had forced the temperature around them to plummet.

Thin black threads, like some kind of living thing, oozed from the driver's seat of the bus, forming a humanoid silhouette, as if it were the source, and then spread out along the front door.

The door of the horror house slowly opened, and there seemed to be a translucent humanoid silhouette inside, beckoning at Du Wei.

"Do you really want my life that much?"

Du Wei remained calm, and he rushed towards the bus without hesitation.

The bus was silent, but the fine black silk threads were surging even more turbulently.

Instead, it's a house of horrors.

It seemed to be enraged and crashed straight into it.

Rumble......

Du Wei whispered, "Black Shadow." ”

The next second.

The black shadow flashed with the painting, crossed the bus, and pounced on the last sarcophagus.

Du Wei was wrapped around his right hand by the fine black silk threads of the bus.