Rustle...
The sound of a mirror shattering rang in his ears.
The faint moonlight filtered through the clouds, casting mottled patterns on the ground.
Du Wei removed his mask expressionlessly and touched his head.
There was no wound.
But the feeling of having died once left him with lingering fear.
"I admit there was an element of gambling involved, but now I've won," he said.
Du Wei sighed, looking up at the deep sky, his face weary.
Step by step, he walked towards the outskirts of the old district.
Along the way.
Every mirror had shattered completely, none intact.
Logically speaking, the Mirror Evil Spirit and the Evil Spirit Du Wei, could not come out again.
Of course...
Du Wei didn't take Pennywise with him, in that situation, he had neither the opportunity nor the need to take an unrelated Evil Spirit.
This Evil Spirit was not as obedient as the shadow.
At the very least, once the killing mechanism was triggered, it would act without hesitation.
