Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

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Leaving the church.

Du Wei smoked a cigarette, backpacked, and walked on the main street, repeatedly pondering information about hunters.

One bad news, one good news.

The bad news was that the church's attitude towards hunters now was wholly different from that of the last century; they almost treated hunters like evil spirits and remained vigilant.

If he exposed that he had entered the Third Phase of Spirit Vision and encountered an Evil Spirit Transformation, he could be sure that the church would definitely send someone to capture him, even throw him into an underground prison.

The good news, however, was that no one knew about this. Father Tony didn't seem to notice his change, only thinking he was an ordinary person eroded by an evil spirit who occasionally entered Spirit Vision.

Or rather...

An Exorcist in preparation.

Yes!

For the time being, his identity was that of an external associate.

As for how to restrain "It"—the nun.

Father Tony told Du Wei the method, but it required some preparation and time.

"It" was something more fearsome than an Evil Spirit, a concept of horror akin to memetic concepts in certain novels...

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"Ding..."

The ringtone of the phone sounded.

As Du Wei prepared to walk home, he took out his phone and, after seeing that the contact name was Alex, he couldn't help but feel a bit of a headache.

He knew why the other party was calling. In fact, after getting off the vehicle, he found a time discrepancy, and there were already more than 20 missed calls from Alex.

Well...

He had missed his own appointment.

On the bus, there was a lengthy period when the phone had no signal, and he had preemptively removed the SIM card to prevent uncontrollable situations.

"Hello... Alex, good morning."

Du Wei didn't like dealing with non-patient women, he was not good at it, and his words seemed insincere.

Therefore, the female voice on the other end of the line was laced with a sneer.

"Mr. Du Wei, Dr. Du Wei, you must be very busy, right? Yesterday was our date, and what did you do? I called you more than 20 times, from morning to evening, tell me, you did that on purpose, didn't you?"

Du Wei's eyelids twitched wildly, and he hurriedly said, "I can explain."

Alex scoffed coldly, "Explain? How can you explain? You stood me up for the entire day on our first date. Using your Eastern expression, are you the King of Pigeons?"

Du Wei responded with a bitter smile, "I'm really sorry, but I truly hadn't anticipated this."

Alex let out a sardonic laugh, "Then please tell me, what were you doing yesterday? From morning to evening, didn't you plan your time at all? Don't you know that not giving a single explanation and suddenly standing up a girl makes you look very... I don't want to say foul language."

Du Wei was bombarded furiously, yet not once did he get angry.

The whole matter from start to finish, though not his fault objectively, made Alex the victim; instead, he played a role leaning towards that of a scumbag.

"Where are you now, I'll come find you!"

Du Wei looked around at the nearby streets.

"North Brook District, Pedestrian Street number 17."

Alex hung up the phone immediately, seemingly ready to come and chastise him.

Du Wei stood still in place, complying. Fortunately, it was not raining anymore; otherwise, he felt he would definitely look like an idiot.

...

He smoked one cigarette after another.

Passersby kept casting peculiar glances towards Du Wei, who had been standing in place for half an hour. If not for the branded clothing he wore, some might have mistaken him for a homeless person.

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At that moment, the sound of screeching brakes filled the air.

A black Aston Martin One-77 pulled up at the street corner, prompting gasps and stares from many onlookers.

The One-77 was the latest model, with a price tag of around 10 million, and it wasn't just purchasable off the shelf—one had to place an order a year in advance.

Those who could afford such elite luxury cars were among the social elites of the entire New York.

Du Wei glanced at the car, the kind he couldn't afford in a lifetime of work, and then turned his attention elsewhere.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

He was very poor now, almost cleaned out after that strange deal with Alex and the antique clock.

During this time, besides looking for ways to deal with the trouble he found himself in, he was planning to make some money by contacting past patients he had treated.

Suddenly...

A woman's voice filled with resentment rang out, directed at Du Wei.

"Don't you even deign to give me a glance? Am I really that unattractive?"

Taken aback, Du Wei turned his head to see the door of the Aston Martin One-77 open with Alex sitting inside, her face a picture of annoyance and helplessness.

"Is this your car?"

Du Wei was somewhat dumbfounded. He remembered the last time Alex came to his psychotherapy clinic, she had driven a brand-new convertible BMW M4...

Alex asked in confusion, "Why would you ask such a strange question? Hurry up and get in. I don't want to be gawked at like a monkey; it makes me pretty uncomfortable!"

Du Wei's mouth twitched, and he reluctantly made his way over.

He got into the passenger seat, and the door closed.

Alex stepped on the gas and the One-77 sped off like a black specter down the street, drawing the gaze of many.

Surveying the luxurious interior of the car, Du Wei couldn't help but ask, "What about that convertible M4 you drove last time?"

Alex replied nonchalantly, "Oh, that one? I drove it once and didn't like it much, so I just left it in the garage."

Left it in the garage...

Just drove it once...

Du Wei had always thought he wasn't short on money, but Alex's words suddenly brought on a complex swirl of emotions.

So it was a new car that hadn't been registered...

"By the way, aren't you going to give me an explanation?"

Alex cocked her head and huffed at Du Wei.

She had spent an hour on makeup for their date yesterday and had specially splurged over a hundred thousand on a new dress, even securing a reservation at the most upscale couple's restaurant in the center of New York City.

And what did this man do?

He actually had the audacity to stand her up...

Hearing Alex's words, an embarrassed Du Wei said, "I'm really sorry... I had other things come up, and then some unforeseen circumstances arose, so I missed our date..."

"So that's what it was... Other things, no wonder," Alex replied with an oh, giving Du Wei a meaningful look.

"So to you, other things are more important than our date?"

After thinking for a moment, Du Wei said, "In a sense, yes, because that matter is indeed very important to me."

Alex said displeasedly, "Fine, I choose to forgive you. But I hope that if something like this happens again, you'll let me know in advance instead of leaving me to sit like an idiot in a couple's restaurant all day. Do you know what? Those damn waiters even wanted to place a doll opposite me. Were they mocking me?"

Du Wei didn't reply and, looking at the direction they were heading, asked, "Where are we going now?"

"Of course, we're going on a date. You did remember to get me a gift, didn't you?"

As she spoke, Alex continued, "I even went to your place to deliver the gift. Since there was no mailbox, I could only leave a note. I guess you would see it when you get home!"

"Hm? Du Wei, why aren't you speaking?"

"You look a bit pale, are you sick?"