The atmosphere was somewhat oppressive.
Du Wei stuffed the white cloth into his backpack and slowly zipped it up.
He picked up the black umbrella that had fallen to the side, his clothes thoroughly soaked through.
And opposite him,
the only remaining "Evil Spirit Du Wei" stood motionless in the rain.
It watched Du Wei and answered the question he had just asked, "It's not a meme. I can't do something on the level of the nun's curse. You could think of the appearance of this imposter as a form of spreading me, thereby turning it into one of my vessels."
"Vessel? That word has a lot of loopholes," Du Wei said calmly, "You can't lay a hand on me because you're still inside my body. So-called vessels are more like you influencing it."
It, or rather the Evil Spirit Du Wei, revealed a chilling smile.
"That answer is quite dull, just as you can't fool me, I can't fool you either."
"But I don't plan to take action against you right now."
