Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Some rain water drifted in along the bus door, and the whistling of the wind caused the temperature inside the bus to drop significantly.

The black couple looked outside following the sound, and as soon they could see clearly, their faces immediately revealed an inescapable horror.

The dozen or so white men and women outside, dressed in neat and fashionable attire, held old-fashioned black umbrellas. As they looked toward them, they also expressionlessly raised their heads to look up.

The gaze of each person was filled with deathly stillness and numbness, giving off a very strange feeling, like facing a pile of corpses.

Behind them, under the gloomy pitch-black sky, amidst the torrential downpour, the silhouette of a school could vaguely be seen.

Du Wei took a deep breath.

Theoretically, this public bus has a limiting effect on Evil Spirits, and unless he used that mirror, it should not be possible to involuntarily enter Spirit Vision before the door opened.

But now...

Feeling the sharp buzzing in his ears and the diminishing pain in his heart.

He could be certain—these people were either all Evil Spirits or some similar eerie existence.

Du Wei looked emotionlessly at those things lining up, boarding one by one, and turned to head towards his seat.

His stride was steady, and even his breathing did not change much, always maintaining a calm demeanor. However, in such a scene, this seemed even more odd.

Passing by the black couple, he saw their bodies trembling slightly, their expressions extraordinarily panicked, fixing him with a complex look.

Du Wei saw the plea for help.

When a person becomes desperate about external things, they instinctively seek all possible help they can find.

To exaggerate a bit, it's like a drowning person desperately grasping at the last straw.

But often the reality is, there is no so-called straw, all they can grab hold of is the body of the rescuer, desperately clinging on, only to drown together in the end.

Therefore, Du Wei's pace did not falter; he didn't even bother to look at them again, heading straight back to his seat and sitting by the window.

To his side, Linda was completely terrified, curled up into a ball, virtually losing the ability to move.

She was an intelligent woman, but she had no experience in facing this kind of situation.

Facing Evil Spirits, most people only have a dead end.

Du Wei glanced at her briefly, then stopped paying attention and calmly observed this group of "passengers."

He counted, fourteen in total.

These things boarded the bus and did not retract their umbrellas but continued to hold them, placing the umbrella on their shoulder as they sat down, blocking their upper bodies, looking very eerie.

At that moment, Du Wei furrowed his brow, suddenly thinking of a problem.

This bus was of an old model with not too small a space, but the seat arrangement was quite scattered, so there were only sixteen seats.

Counting himself, Linda, and the black couple, that made four people. Adding the fourteen new passengers made it eighteen in total.

There weren't enough seats.

What to do with the two extra people?

There aren't any standing tickets on the bus, right?

The next moment, Du Wei saw:

From front to back, as these passengers sat down one after another, when they reached the black couple's seats, two of the expressionless girls holding black umbrellas stopped.

The black couple felt their breath halt; unmasked malice roamed over their bodies, filled with spite and oddity.

The woman from the couple collapsed, screaming and crying out loud, venting the fear in her heart.

"Don't come over, you ghostly things, don't come over!"

Apart from crying and screaming, she had no idea what she could do in this situation, and couldn't even think of seeking help from others.

Like Du Wei, for instance.

Whereas the black man still retained some reason; his emotions were also near collapse, but with a fierce grit of his teeth, he immediately turned to jump into the rear seats and then stood in the empty aisle, panting heavily, not daring to utter a word.

Seeing this, the woman seemed to think of something as well, a glimmer of desire for life flashing in her eyes. Just when she thought to imitate her boyfriend's behavior, a pale hand rested on her shoulder.

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Soundless, breathless.

As if electrocuted, the black woman's body stiffened, her facial expression frozen like a puppet's.

From Du Wei's perspective, with his Spirit Vision, he could see more.

He saw two unemotional girls, one of whom, when she placed her hand on the black woman's shoulder, something seemed to invisibly change.

This change was difficult to put into words.

Du Wei could only describe it with more logical terms.

That is, at the moment of contact, the black woman and the non-human girl became one entity.

Then, Du Wei saw the girl sit on the black woman's lap, back against chest.

The other girl also sat down on the adjacent seat, their upper bodies obscured by two Black Umbrellas, leaving Du Wei unable to glean any more information.

The rest of the eerie passengers with Black Umbrellas continued to sit down one after another, each of their upper bodies hidden from view, creating an oddly harmonious aesthetic.

Soon, one girl walked to the last row.

She sat between Du Wei and Linda.

Du Wei was expressionless, but his peripheral vision kept stealthily watching the girl on his Right Hand, smelling a certain rotten scent.

This was the scent he most loathed during his forensic dissection class in college.

Even though the girl's upper body was hidden by a black umbrella, Du Wei still felt uncomfortable.

So, after some thought, he pulled out the umbrella that had been leaning against the window, slowly opened it, and draped it over himself.

Coincidentally.

Du Wei's umbrella was also black, and when it covered his upper body, it was as if he had always been part of this group of passengers.

Inside the carriage, at this moment, only the black man standing in the aisle and the emotionally collapsing Linda seemed out of place.

One stood in the hallway, at a loss, the other curled up in the corner, quietly sobbing.

It was then that Du Wei furrowed his brow.

He looked up at the front door of the bus, which was now closed.

But why were they still stationary?

Could it be... the seats?

He had a vague guess and his gaze toward the black man turned strange.

"He's done for," Du Wei silently told himself.

Indeed...

The next second.

The back door opened.

Outside, the darkness was chilling, and the torrential rain beat against the ground, sounding loudly, while cold air gushed into the bus, seemingly triggering some mechanism. All passengers, except for Linda, lifted their heads and fixed their gazes on the black man.

"What... what does this mean?"

The terror in the black man's voice was palpable as he swung his head back and forth, looking at everyone.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Huh..."

Right after speaking his first words, his expression turned stiff and petrified, as if something had gotten lodged in his throat, leaving him to emit only a strange guttural sound...

Du Wei watched indifferently as the black man, seemingly deprived of his will, stepped down from the bus through the back door, instantly drenched by the downpour.

Yet, he seemed oblivious to it all, stepping forward with mechanistic movements, walking towards the school whose silhouette was just visible.

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