530, Du Wei's Plan

He pushed open the church door.

It was now 12:08 AM.

Du Wei hadn't woken up Tom, who was deep in pleasant dreams, or Father Tony.

He just wanted to go home and rest well.

Weary at heart.

Though there was an antique clock at home, to be honest.

For so long, he had become used to first checking the antique clock upon returning, then falling asleep to the sound of its regular and mechanical ticking.

Of course.

He always remained vigilant about the antique clock.

Home was the safest place, but also the most dangerous.

Sharing a slumber with a Demon Spirit.

He guessed nobody in the world could do the same as Du Wei.

He took a deep breath.

A slight chill brushed the tip of Du Wei's nose.

He had vanished for a week, and now it was July 7th.

During the day, it was fine, but at night, the temperature difference began to grow large.

At this time.

Du Wei frowned again: "A week..."

As he spoke, he rummaged in his pocket and took out his cell phone.

It was out of battery.