Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 612 - 609 The Possibility of Eternal Life

Chapter 612: 609, The Possibility of Eternal Life Chapter 612: 609, The Possibility of Eternal Life Rustle, rustle, rustle…

Walking on the sandy and dusty ground, along the way there were some coconut trees, and banana trees, lush and green.

This gave one the illusion of being in the subtropics.

But in actuality, those trees were all made of plastic.

Du Wei, following the directions given by passersby, arrived at the location closest to the sea, looked up, and saw a villa built upon the high ground.

The so-called ‘close to the sea’.

In fact, was still a kilometer away from the ocean.

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It was just conveniently positioned to have a clear view of the vast coastline.

The villa of Kaba Village Chief was not very luxurious in its construction.

It could even be described as somewhat crude, with a heavy local customs element that made it somewhat out of place.

By the door.

Just as Du Wei was about to press the nearby doorbell, he looked down and saw an A4 sheet of paper lying on the ground, the back of which appeared to have a line of print.

While pressing the doorbell,

he picked up the piece of paper.

Then, Du Wei raised his eyebrows because the paper read, “I decline all visits for the time being, even important matters must wait until after the typhoon has passed—Village Chief.”

“Another typhoon…”

Du Wei murmured softly, then lifted his head to glance at the sky.

What was previously a somewhat blue horizon had now been shrouded in grey; from afar one could see dark clouds drifting over.

“It’s going to rain soon…”

He said this, and inexplicably thought of that bus.

That bus had already mutated and died completely in Massas City, but whenever Du Wei saw a rainstorm, he always felt a chill in his heart.

“It shouldn’t come back to life.”

“Even if it did, it couldn’t bring Horror House back with it, and a mere bus alone isn’t much of a threat to me now,” he said and stopped his wandering thoughts, instead lifting his head to look at the villa.

The doorbell had already been ringing for a while.

But no one came to open the door.

“Why don’t you want to come out during a typhoon?”

“What are you afraid of?”

Du Wei put his hands in his pockets, stood at the door looking around, and after making sure no one was passing by, he quietly climbed over the villa’s gate and snuck in.

He never liked following rules.

Besides, time was running out for him.

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Inside the villa,

an elderly man with graying hair, dark and withered skin full of wrinkles, sat in the room, staring out the window with a gloomy gaze, staring through the glass at the coastline absentmindedly.

The elderly man was Village Chief Puton of Kaba Village; he was nearly sixty years old, without any children or a wife.

Um…

He was a sixty-years-young bachelor.

Village Chief Puton watched the clouds gather above the coastline, and fine sweat began to bead on his forehead.

“Will it appear?”

Some time ago, on a deep, dark night, black as pitch.

Suddenly there was the sound of thunderous waves at the coastline.

The noise of the waves was truly too loud,

startling the sleeping Village Chief Puton awake, and then when he came to the living room to look out at the coastline, he saw a black dot rapidly growing larger.

He could also hear the sound of conch shells blowing in his ears.

Village Chief Puton felt as if he were under a spell, and by the time he came to his senses, he was horrified to find himself at the seaside, that black dot in the night radiating an eerie air of death.

It was a ghost ship…

It looked as if it had sunk to the bottom of the sea many years ago, its deck and outer deck entirely covered with starfish, octopuses, ghost claw snails, and other slimy, disgusting things.

Then,

Village Chief Puton saw a translucent woman standing on the ghost ship with silver hair, strikingly beautiful, she aimlessly walked step by step into the hatch.

It was a blood-red door.

Squeak…

Even the sound of the door opening carried a terrifying chill.

From inside emerged something incredibly strange, it resembled a woman, but with an extremely tall figure, and the fingers of one hand were elongated, resembling keys.

…

What happened next, Village Chief Puton could no longer remember clearly.

He only remembered that when he came to his senses, the ghost ship had already vanished.

He was just standing there on the shore, dazed.

Whatever had happened seemed like an illusion.

But Village Chief Puton knew that the legendary ghost ship had returned, and the surviving descendants of Five Keys Town were all going to die by that monster’s hand…

However, he felt that this might be an opportunity.

An opportunity for immortality.

“But it had disappeared for over a hundred years, why would it appear again?”

Doubts filled Village Chief Puton’s mind.

In the highly credible legends passed down by ancestors, boarding that ghost ship and pushing open the red door, if one could seize the keys from that monster, you could gain the power of eternal life.

The five keys corresponded to five locks.

Those five locks secured the tools with which the monster tortured prisoners; if you couldn’t escape from it, you’d be trapped in a hell-like torture for all eternity.

But if you seized the five keys, you could become the warden and use one of them on yourself. Without a tormentor, immortality became a possibility.

At this moment,

Village Chief Puton’s sinister gaze suddenly grew intense.

He lowered his head and said, “Young man, barging into a stranger’s home uninvited is not wise; it makes you look quite foolish.”

From behind,

Du Wei walked up nonchalantly, hands in his pockets, an expressionless face.

His footsteps echoed clearly.

He looked at the old man whose back was to him and said in an unusual tone, “I don’t think it’s foolish. Foolishness is predicated on not having enough capability to bear the consequences of one’s impulses.”

“But you indeed surprised me.”

“The village chief of Kaba Village is actually a hunter.”

Upon hearing this, Village Chief Puton stiffened but still did not turn around. Instead, he replied indifferently, “Is that so strange? You’ve come to Kaba Village at this time to find me, it must also be for that ghost ship, right?”

“Are you with the Vanity Sect?”

The amount of information in his words was considerable.

A glint of obscurity flashed through Du Wei’s eyes; the other party actually knew about the Vanity Sect and the ghost ship…

Wasn’t that the thing that brought Lock Ghosts to the human world?

Coming here looking for the ghost ship meant it was going to appear?

After some thought, he said indifferently, “Why do you think I am with the Vanity Sect? I’m not wearing a mask, am I?”

Village Chief Puton turned his head, his tone very cold, “It’s just a false identity. Moreover, your people are all out at the Public Sea; the church’s attention has been drawn there.”

“And two hundred years ago, during the Victorian Era, you attempted to salvage a stele in the Public Sea, but you failed.”

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“Because that stele has always been on the ghost ship.”

“So at this time, the only one who would appear here could only be someone from the Vanity Sect, and even if you are not wearing a mask, the aura about you is impossible to hide.”

Du Wei was taken aback.

The last time he entered Hell’s Gate, he indeed was the master of the Vanity Sect, and according to the Envelope, he had sent people to look for a stele similar to the one in the Wittebach family; there were three in total, one of which was in the Public Sea.