Exorcist’s Self-Cultivation

It was a cozy afternoon.

After a pleasant conversation with Mrs. Senna.

There were many assignments.

But Du Wei reveled in the busyness, his current situation was extremely severe, even the tasks assigned by the church were related to Evil Spirits, very dangerous.

In the current situation, even the most dangerous Evil Spirits were very friendly towards Du Wei.

After all, he wasn’t out for Exorcism.

He just wanted to make friendly contact with those Evil Spirits and casually Mark them as “friends”.

When it came to facing Evil Spirits, these friends would appear by his side without hesitation.

It felt like a signal rocket in the sky with a whole army to meet.

But before that.

Du Wei planned to visit his girlfriend’s house first.

Because the locations of those Evil Spirits were not in New York, but in many cities hundreds of kilometers away from New York.

To put it simply.

He was going on a business trip again, and it might be a long one.

…

Driving on the streets of New York.

There were few pedestrians in the rain, and not many vehicles either.

Quickly.

Du Wei arrived at the entrance of the Furman District.

The security guard at the gate pressed the electric switch of the speed limiter when he saw his McLaren GT.

As the car drove in slowly.

The security guard glanced inside and was surprised to see a plastic bag on the passenger seat, apparently filled with many things.

“Mr. Du Wei, please wait, what is that on your passenger seat?”

The security guard waved, signaling Du Wei to stop the car.

Actually, many of the security guards in this district were bodyguards of the Wittebach family, specifically responsible for Alex’s safety.

Although the security guard knew that Du Wei was the future son-in-law of the Wittebach family, he couldn’t be too careless due to his duties.

Hearing this.

Du Wei stepped on the brake, pressed the window button, coughed, and said, “It’s brown sugar and ginger, is there a problem?”

After all, his girlfriend was having her period today, and as a boyfriend, he couldn’t come empty-handed.

The security guard was somewhat baffled, “Brown sugar and ginger? Are you making a dessert for Miss Alex?”

Du Wei raised an eyebrow, “Yes.”

The security guard suddenly understood and waved his hand, “Okay, you can go in.”

…

At this very moment.

In Du Wei’s dream, or rather, in Freddy’s dream.

This scapegoat, Freddy, was now in a lot of pain.

It sat on a chair in the autopsy room, its face covered in burn scars, expressionless.

Next to it was that piano.

The entire autopsy room had neither doors nor windows.

Although the dream had become Freddy’s, it was trapped here, simply unable to leave.

Or rather, it dared not leave.

Because outside the autopsy room was the Demon Nun.

Once it went out, it would be a dead end.

On the walls, floor, and even the ceiling of the autopsy room, there were traces of claws having raked across them.

Only the incandescent lamp overhead remained intact.

An autopsy table, a tool rack, a chair, a lamp.

This was all the furniture in Freddy’s new home.

It was evident that it cherished them greatly.

And the piano was Freddy’s own.

“Du Wei, you devil, please let me out, I will be your most loyal servant from now on, I swear, I will never betray you in this lifetime…”

“Come back soon…”

“Aren’t you an Exorcist? Don’t let me go!”

“I beg you!”

Freddy had completely collapsed, sitting on the chair, constantly muttering to himself, even with a crying tone in his voice.

He wasn’t a real Evil Spirit, but a strange existence that had come back to life after death.

In the twenty years that had passed since Elm Street had disappeared, Freddy had been in a deep sleep.

In other words,

Despite being cruel and having committed so many crimes, he actually felt that he was still a young man, or perhaps a young nightmare.

Just thinking about being trapped in this damned place for a lifetime made Freddy desperate enough to think of suicide.

However, he simply couldn’t die.

Because the concept of death didn’t exist at all.

In other words, he would be forever trapped in this dream that belonged to him.

It must be said…

This was probably the most ironic punishment of all.

The Freddy who could kill people in their dreams was, in turn, bound by dreams.

It was absurdly comical, unprecedented.

Even speaking of it, probably no one would believe it.

Loneliness is the most painful torture.

Freddy broke down and cried, although without tears, but his sobs could stir anyone’s sympathy.

He was too pitiful.

But at that moment,

a ringtone suddenly sounded in the morgue.

This…

Freddy was bewildered, he slapped himself, his sharp Right Hand carving wounds on his face, which disappeared the next second.

“Am I hallucinating? I thought I heard a ringtone?”

“But I don’t have a phone, and that devil didn’t leave anything like this for my amusement.”

“I must be losing my mind!”

Freddy continued to fall apart.

But the ringing grew louder and more persistent, as if the caller was desperate and wouldn’t stop until the call was answered.

Freddy couldn’t take it anymore.

He jumped up and cursed fiercely, “Is it you, you devil, still refusing to let me go, tormenting me like this, right?”

With that leap,

a phone fell out of his pocket.

Freddy’s eyes bulged, and he touched his pocket in disbelief, then glanced at the phone on the ground again.

The phone was the latest smartphone.

He had only seen it in Du Wei’s dreams.

“Why do I have a phone on me?”

Freddy hesitated for a moment, then picked up the phone with his normal left hand; on the screen was a string of strange numbers.

He followed the instructions he had seen in dreams, and pressed the answer button.

No need to unlock at all.

Then, he heard a man’s voice that he would never forget.

“Chief, why did it take you so long to answer my call, I’m your most loyal subordinate, Ryan!”

Freddy’s eyes were blood-red with rage, he gritted his teeth and shouted, “Ryan Hamel, you damn bastard, it’s you!”

On the other end of the line, Ryan was startled, muttering, “Who the fuck are you?”

Freddy, through clenched teeth, said, “I am Freddy Krueger, you bastard who seduced my mother, don’t play dumb, revive me quickly, or I won’t let you get away with this.” RάƝＯʙЕṣ

Ryan asked in confusion, “Seduced your mother? Revive you? Are you my son?”

Freddy burst out, “Don’t think you can get one over on me, how could I possibly be the son of a bastard like you? Just revive me, or get me out of this hellhole, I know you can do it.”

Ryan spoke disdainfully, “Cut the crap and give the phone to the chief, I need to report to the chief.”

Upon hearing this,

Freddy was somewhat puzzled, “What do you mean? Don’t you remember me? And who’s the chief?”

Ryan said with contempt, “The chief is Du Wei, of course. Ah, forget it, why am I bothering to talk to a lunatic like you, about seducing your mother; I, Ryan, have never done such morally corrupt things, must’ve dialed the wrong number.”

With that, he hung up the call.

Freddy held the mysteriously appeared phone, staring at the screen that had gone dark, his face expressionless…

What the hell was actually going on?

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