Vanity

June 17th.

4:09 a.m.

Inside the lobby of New York City International Airport.

Du Wei, wearing a bulky trench coat, was holding his phone, making a call.

On the other end of the line was Crocker Mercer.

That is, a person from the Vanity Sect.

The tone of the other party was indescribable, "Mr. Du Wei, please rest assured, after joining the Vanity Sect, we will not restrict your activities in the church. You will have everything you have now, and you will gain even more."

"However, as a replacement for the thirteenth member, you will also need to assume corresponding responsibilities, just like you do in the church."

Du Wei said softly into the phone, "For example, deal with the Demon Spirit and retrieve the last mask, right?"

His own mask was actually modeled on the Primitive Mask of the Vanity Sect.

The imitation was perfect.

But the Demon Spirit inside was replaced with an Evil Spirit.

The more Du Wei understood the mask, the more he felt that its creator was a genius.