As he was about to reach the street.
Du Wei stopped in his tracks, seeing nothing but pitch darkness before him.
It was deep into the night now.
The skies above Massas City were oppressively gloomy, with not a sliver of moonlight shining down.
Without light, there were no shadows.
But through his Spirit Vision, Du Wei saw something that surprised him...
An Evil Spirit with a Golden Brooch on its chest, leaning on a cane—Mike Stowe.
It stood there in the dark, staring intently at him.
It seemed that the Bone Powder he had burned earlier hadn't affected it much.
But that malevolence was even more terrifying than before...
Hum...
A piercing noise suddenly rang in Du Wei's ears, and with a warmth at the tip of his nose, blood began to trickle slowly down.
In an instant.
Du Wei's expression turned extremely ugly.
When he had been influenced before, he had done many things that didn't fit his logical behavior.
Taking off Mike Stowe's mask was one of them.
