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When the last stone coffin, along with the oil painting, was brought inside by the shadowy figure.
Du Wei's entire arm had already been completely wrapped by the fine black threads extending from the bus.
The threads writhed as if they were living creatures.
Seemingly trying to burrow into his body.
The sensation was excruciating.
But in his Evil Spirit Transformed state, Du Wei, having all his emotions suppressed, didn't hesitate to use his other hand to draw the flintlock gun and aim it at the dense black threads.
Boom…
The trigger was pulled.
The bullet from the flintlock gun hit the black threads.
It just didn't have the desired effect.
To be honest, at this point, those special items that Du Wei had on him, when facing increasingly terrifying strangeness and Demon Spirits, were not very useful anymore.
Only the two Joker Cards, as well as the dice and the coin, might still be of some use.
Seeing that the flintlock gun was ineffective.
Du Wei wasn't discouraged.
