Exorcist's Self-Cultivation
"Thanks for the invite, I'm in New York, just got off the plane." Du Wei realized he had traveled through time. Having no choice, he had to resume his old trade and opened a psychological consultation clinic, but the patients seeking psychological advice were all a bit strange... Note: This book is set in the Soul Summoning Universe.
426, Strange Daily Life...
He walked out of the passage.
The Hell's Gate seemed to be manipulated by an invisible hand, blocking the way.
Du Wei walked emotionlessly up the staircase, leaving the basement.
Behind him, the staircase leading downward was blocked by sandbags that moved like living things, congealed together as if forming an impregnable wall.
He arrived in the living room.
The door of the house opened automatically.
At this moment, the sky was faintly brightening, a hint of the red sun peeked over the horizon, and the night receded with the sun's ascent.
Dawn had come.
Du Wei stood at the door, calmly looking at the sky.
The rising sun penetrated the clouds, shining on him, dispelling the gloomy aura and giving an unusual sense of sanctity.
It must be an illusion.
He looked down at his right hand; the design, a mask, covered what used to be an image resembling a watch hand, now completely invisible within it.
"I don't like this world very much."