Exorcist’s Self-Cultivation

11:30 P.M.

At the European Poland International Airport, an airplane descended slowly.

…

After Du Wei and Tom left the airport, they hailed a cab and headed to the hotel they had booked in advance in the city center.

The driver was very enthusiastic.

During the trip, he chatted with them, talking about the culture and people of Poland, as well as the famous tourist spots nearby.

Poland is a city with a very strong religious atmosphere.

This is not a compliment…

The more pervasive the religious atmosphere in a place, the harder it is for the local industry to develop, as people place their faith in religion, making it hard to engage in all kinds of labor.

Even the influence of the churches only makes the economy of St. Bodia relatively prosperous; it’s basically due to the economic effects brought about by major consortiums and official funding.

This is the reality.

And in the city of Poland, the richness of the religious atmosphere stems from the hundreds of cults, large and small.

This is a city of chaotic beliefs.

Meeting a normal person on the street could mean encountering a cult leader.

The homeless scavenger on the streets might have joined more than a dozen cults, holding multiple roles.

The driver taking Du Wei and Tom to the hotel was no exception.

While driving, he turned to Du Wei and Tom seated in the back and said without looking back, “Hey, I guess you outsiders wouldn’t believe it, but my two daughters each joined different cults, and my wife and I have joined three cults simultaneously.”

Du Wei was expressionless.

Tom, out of curiosity, asked, “Your family of four has joined so many cults, don’t your doctrines cause you to have conflicts?”

With a deep voice, the driver replied, “There aren’t that many conflicts, everything is normal in Poland.”

Du Wei furrowed his brow and said, “I have a question, you refer to your religion as a cult, isn’t that unreasonable?”

The driver sighed, “Everyone knows they are cults, but the spirit of this city has completely rotted away. Everyone talks like this, and it’s become normalized.”

“Even if you shout about cults on the streets, cursing them, no one will do anything about it.”

“The officials have long since turned a blind eye, they don’t have the power to change anything.”

Du Wei nodded, his mind making further judgments about the chaos of this city.

To put it simply, this is a city both chaotic and orderly.

Everyone adheres to the unwritten rules; hundreds of cults are entangled with the several million inhabitants of this city, in a complex web that no one can completely eradicate.

Just as the driver said, the city has completely rotted away.

Tom looked on, his expression odd, as he ran his tongue over his lips and asked the driver, “Then… I want to ask, if Poland is like this, then the women in the Red Light District, couldn’t they be… um…”

The driver turned his head and gave Tom a sly smile, “During the day they are cultists, and at night… well, you know.”

Tom inhaled sharply.

The reason he asked was not because he wanted to visit the Red Light District—after all, he’s in Poland for serious matters with Du Wei.

At the crucial moment, one can’t afford any slips.

The purpose of asking was merely out of curiosity.

Hmm… he swore.

Du Wei glanced at him and said calmly, “When we’re back in New York, you can do as you please, but here, you need to listen to me.”

Tom shrugged his shoulders. “I think you should trust me.”

Du Wei scoffed and turned to ask the driver again, “By the way, do you know where Elm Street is?”

It was on Elm Street in Poland that something related to dreams and mentioned in the information provided by Mrs. Senna had occurred.

Back in the 1980s, many people on Elm Street had died in their dreams because of that thing.

The church only knew that it appeared to be a musical instrument.

But nobody knew exactly what it was.

Moreover, there had been no news of it since the turn of the century, leading the church to believe it might have been destroyed by some organization, or that it was no longer causing trouble because no one was triggering its medium anymore.

However, no matter what, almost a hundred people had died in their dreams because of it, according to the church’s records.

It was dangerous enough, and powerful enough…

And what Du Wei wanted to do was to find it and take it back home to perfect his backup plan.

If necessary, he might use it to create a nightmare, trapping the nun in it and destroying them both.

Of course, the premise was that Du Wei had to find it and understand its abilities.

As for whether it could be used, with the wish-granting Joker Card at hand, there was no need to worry.

Cheating meant going all the way…

What Du Wei didn’t expect was the driver’s surprise upon hearing the name Elm Street, asking, “Elm Street? How do you know about that place?”

Du Wei narrowed his eyes, pretending to be nonchalant, “My friend’s grandfather used to live on Elm Street, but he moved to New York when he was born. If we have time during this trip, we plan to go have a look.”

Tom’s mouth twitched as he added, “Before my grandfather died, he always reminisced about Elm Street. He said he had old friends there, and he was very curious about their situation.”

He continued, helping Du Wei cover up the lie, “We’re planning to take some photos and write down the information of my grandfather’s old friends in a letter and burn it for him, hoping he can be happier in heaven.”

The driver, with a sympathetic tone, said to Tom, “It’s good that your grandfather left early… I mean, it’s good that your grandfather moved away from Elm Street. That ghost street caught a huge fire at the beginning of the century, and everyone on the whole street died there.”

“And because of urban renewal, there’s no Elm Street anymore; that place has been turned into an amusement park.”

Tom looked helpless. “Seems like my grandfather’s last wish can’t be fulfilled.”

Du Wei glanced at him. “We should at least take a photo; we can’t come all this way for nothing.”

Saying so, he asked the driver, “Could you please tell us the exact address?”

The driver answered, “Of course, that amusement park is near your hotel. Go out of the hotel, turn left at the crossroads, and it’s about one kilometer away.”

Du Wei raised an eyebrow. “It’s in the city center?”

The driver replied, “Yes, after all, it’s been more than twenty years since those days at the turn of the century; that area has long since become the city center. But that amusement park is under the control of the Veda Sect. Those women are much crazier than the other cultists. If you’re not planning to join, I really wouldn’t recommend going there.”

Du Wei smiled lightly. “Don’t worry, we’ll just take a photo at the entrance.”

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