Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 607 - 604 She has been guarding Du Wei

Chapter 607: 604, She has been guarding Du Wei Chapter 607: 604, She has been guarding Du Wei “`

At the entrance to the sterile ward.

Du Wei stood for a moment, took a deep breath, adjusted his mindset, then pushed the door open and walked in.

The envelope had already been sent out.

What remained to be seen was who would be the lucky one.

Inside the ward.

Alex lay quietly on the bed, covered with a sterilized blanket, looking extremely pale.

Tap tap tap…

...

Footsteps sounded.

Du Wei walked up to Alex’s side, and looking at his girlfriend’s emaciated face, he couldn’t help but sigh.

Those who dislike fantasies never expect unexpected blessings.

Du Wei sat in front of the sickbed, reaching out to touch Alex’s hair.

The silver strands were soft.

It eased his tightly wound spirit considerably.

“It’s been a while.”

Only Du Wei knew how many unspeakable emotions were mixed in those words.

The last time he had left, he had left angry.

Not yet aware of the relationship between Alex and Minette.

They were actually the same person.

Now, Du Wei had finally sorted some of it out.

He said to Alex, “As of today, I finally understand why you fell in love with me at first sight, and I know how regrettable our frequent separations have been.”

“I don’t regret the choices I’ve made.”

“What I regret is not being able to give you a beautiful past; what saddens me is that even though I already regret it, I still cannot use this fact to give you a beautiful future.”

Most people in this world have nothing to do with Du Wei.

And he doesn’t care about those people.

What he’s thinking about now is to give a perfect ending to the ones he cares about, to the ones he loves—Tom, Father Tony, Ryan, His Excellency Cain, as well as Alex, his father-in-law, and others.

However, such words, he could only say while Alex was unconscious.

Because…

Both of Du Wei’s plans, the one with Evil Spirit Du Wei included, were bound to have a sad outcome.

One, to accept reality with equanimity, allowing everyone but himself to step out of this cycle.

Two, to die alongside the Demon Gods.

He was already exhausted to his limits.

His heart was riddled with a thousand wounds, yet even so, he still had to keep struggling, to fight against Solomon’s Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods.

Du Wei had no one to apologize to.

Yet his choices would ensure that in the future, he would inevitably wrong Alex.

“I’ve arranged endings for all of you.”

“But in that ending, there should be no place for me.”

“So, before that day arrives, I will erase all concepts about me. I know this isn’t fair to you, but it’s the only thing I can do.”

Du Wei stood by the comatose Alex, saying to himself things he wouldn’t normally say.

Gentleness is not an action, nor an attitude, nor does it have to do with a style of behavior.

It is the shedding of a restless guise, a tranquility as soothing as still water.

…

Elsewhere.

In his house in New York.

The Antique Clock hung lonely on the wall.

The mounted cabinet beside it had long been empty…

Before, there was Annabelle.

Now, there’s just the Antique Clock.

The hands moved mechanically, and in the quiet night, the ticking sound was especially pronounced.

A pale arm slowly reached out from within.

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The arm was delicate, the fingers long and slender.

On the back of the hand, a pattern flickered, dimming and brightening intermittently.

Alas…

The woman’s sigh was exceedingly sorrowful, as hollow as if it had traversed hundreds of years, emanating from that distant past.

That hand reached out towards the distance, trying to grasp something, but the tips trembled lightly, eventually falling limply.

In her voice, the woman said, “You only know she fell for you at first sight, yet you don’t know that from the moment you received Rahmer’s Bell, I have been protecting you.”

“But I couldn’t let you know I existed.”

“I couldn’t come to your side either.”

“I could only watch you from the past, so Du Wei, if we could meet, would you still tell me, I’m not her?”

…

Now, the Envelope was experiencing a good time.

As an Evil Spirit.

In the memory of the Envelope, it had never killed a single person.

Right from the start, Matthew had created it to be absolutely harmless.

It was perfect for hunters.

But in reality…

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It was an utter disgrace to Evil Spirits.

Without Matthew’s pen, the Envelope couldn’t break free from its bonds, and without breaking free, it meant having no lethality.

No lethality implied it was useless.

[Who would have thought, I, the Envelope, would one day be entrusted with an important task by my master, even the possibility of getting a chance to kill someone as seen in my master’s eyes.]

[My lord above, the Envelope can finally shed blood.]

[Great master, rest assured, although your Legion of Evil Spirits now has only the Envelope and the Shadow as the last of its kind, the Envelope will definitely not let you down!]

[The mere Wittebach family, and yet someone dares to covet the mistress’s inheritance rights?]

[Heh heh…]

Inside an opulent building within the Wittebach family.

Little John Wittbach was sitting in his study, looking at some documents. The door was ajar, as if he were expecting someone.

This year, he had turned forty, the brother of Lawrence and the uncle of Alex.

Though middle-aged,

Little John Wittbach still took good care of himself, his hair combed without a strand out of place and no sign of the baldness common to white men of his age.

He was dressed in a proper waistcoat and hung a pipe on his lips, puffing away as he flipped through the papers.

At that moment.

The butler came over and knocked on the door frame, accompanied by a middle-aged woman in a black dress.

“Miss Saran is here.”

A flicker of anticipation crossed Little John Wittbach’s eyes as he stood up and said, “You may leave, I have something to discuss with Saran.”

The butler immediately bowed and left.

The woman named Saran glanced around with a hint of wariness and asked, “Why not speak over the phone?”

Strictly speaking, Saran was Little John Wittbach’s half-sister through the same father.

Um…

She was also the illegitimate offspring of his father’s philandering ways.

Little John Wittbach smiled and said, “I don’t trust the phone, and such matters are more safely discussed in person.”

Saran nodded, walked into the study, and took a seat opposite her brother.

Then.

They both fell silent.

Each waiting for the other to speak first, as the matter they were to discuss was too sensitive; speaking first meant exposing oneself.

Despite both being aware of each other’s intentions.

After quite a while,

Saran grew impatient. Her gaze drifted, taking in the decor of the study, the documents, the books, shifting her attention.

Simultaneously, she noticed a pile of letters on her brother’s desk.

Her behavior didn’t escape Little John Wittbach’s notice, and inwardly he felt somewhat disdainful, thinking, “Hardly half an hour has passed and she’s already losing patience, only such a woman is fit to be a pawn.”