The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 101 Bewitched
  "What you want to do has nothing to do with us! Get out of the way, or die!"

Looking at the slowly approaching Indian wizard Quinn, who was blocking the exit, Old Bob raised his hand and pointed with a distorted face. The bracelet made of a string of animal bones and teeth and various stones hanging on his wrist was shaking slightly. The vicious curse is ready to strike.

At the same time, little Bob, who had been silent since the beginning of the mission, tacitly stepped forward to protect his brother. The pale tattoo on his exposed skin spread quickly, giving birth to a A layer of energy protective field that was invisible to the naked eye covered the two brothers inside.

Seemingly not paying attention to Brother Bob's appearance of facing a formidable enemy, Quinn shook his greasy messy hair and said seriously:
  "No, I said it right, it's 'us'!"

He flexed the muscles on his face and forced out a mysterious smile.

"I sincerely invite you to join in the great cause, and as brothers and sisters, bathe in the light of the 'Lord'."

As if catering to his fanatical tone, ferocious wolf heads made of black smoke poked out from the shadow behind Quinn, and their scarlet eyes looked at the two people opposite him with salivation.

"The voodoo engon (male priest) only has the existence of the great master in his heart! You, a lunatic with shit in your mind, you'd better go and read JB with the things you worship!"

Even as a not-so-orthodox clergyman, Old Bob understood the meaning of the other party's words immediately and cursed angrily.

It's not enough for this son of a bitch to trick him once. Now he wants to drag the two brothers to join some evil cult?
  A series of filthy black slangs popped out of the old voodoo sorcerer's mouth like fried beans. The speed was so fast and the intonation was melodious and fluttery. People couldn't help but sigh that rap rap is really the racial talent of black people.

"Don't get excited. I'm not hostile. In fact, we should be natural allies..." Unlike before, Quinn's tone now seemed calm and rational.

He pointed at each other's faces and whispered one word:
  "color!"

"Everyone knows that this country was built on our bones and blood from the beginning. Over the past two hundred years, the massacre, insults, and injuries against us have never stopped, until today...

Still exist! "

Amid the sonorous words, the old black man's insults couldn't help but pause.

"Do you think that by becoming a transcendent, you can get rid of this status?" Quinn smiled sarcastically, with a complicated expression on his face, as if he was reminiscing about something?
  "It may be true on the surface, but under the water, it means more rejection, vigilance and disgust. The Federation will never allow us to go too far on the road to transcendence. They will use all means to suppress and restrict us."

He said thoughtfully:

"If it were before, I might be able to endure it and spend my life in silence, but now, the situation has changed..."

Quinn showed a hint of excitement on his face, "For hundreds of years, the door that has stood on all extraordinary roads has quietly opened its cracks. Under this situation, I can no longer bear it."

"Where are you?" he asked in a low voice like a bewitching demon.

"Can you continue to be patient?"

Old Bob looked at the original target of this operation expressionlessly, and his slightly disordered breathing showed that his heart was not as calm as he looked.

How can you be willing to continue to endure!
  As a black man who grew up in a slum, he sympathized with Quinn's words. Although he became a supernatural being and served as a consultant to the Special Investigation Bureau as an adult, he still felt the official's overt and covert rejection.

It’s okay to have enough food and clothing and be a well-to-do middle class!

It’s okay to be a little local snake!
  But it is impossible to continue climbing up and seize power and wealth!

Those figures standing at the top of the pyramid don't like black people, and they don't like a black voodoo master who smells like corpse! Don't talk about him, even the famous voodoo matron in New Orleans could only open a chain of laundry shops in several southern states. As a country rich man, his power could not go any further for decades.

Seeing that her old rivals, those sluts from the Witch Sisterhood, had found their way to the federal wealthy and powerful through coquettishness, she could only dance around helplessly and angrily.

This is the natural limitation of skin color and race. Even if the strength of the two parties is not far apart, one can wear fancy clothes and hang out among upper-class drinking parties, while the other can only develop in a gang and take on some dirty work. day.

“Money, power, wine, and beautiful women, I want them too!

I want to enjoy all that in a dignified way, enjoying the compliments and awe of celebrities at the bright and luxurious upper-class cocktail parties on the East Coast, instead of listening to the praise of a group of illiterate gangsters in the secret cabin of my own house! "Old Bob roared softly in his heart.

But these reasons are not enough. Although the old black warlock is greedy, he is not stupid. The guy in front of him must have been on the official blacklist after committing such a major crime. It is too dangerous to hang out with him.

As if she saw what he was thinking, Quinn chuckled, and his face stained with blood and minced meat actually showed a bit of sincerity.

"Don't worry, there is no so-called religious organization at all, just a group of poor people who have been insulted and hurt and want to use the gift of the 'Lord' to break the old order.

Don’t you want to be young again? I can help you and hold a sacrifice ceremony. How about using those agents as sacrifices?

After the ceremony, you and your brother can leave immediately, and I will never interfere! "

"You want to drag me on board?" Old Bob said solemnly.

“You are already on this ship of sin!
  Mr. Bob! You don’t think that what you did can be hidden from official investigators, do you? "Quinn said with a sly smile.

"You are all going to escape anyway, why not grab a handful before you leave? The vitality of these dozen strong sacrifices can not only make you more than ten years younger, but also greatly enhance your witchcraft power, just like me Same!
  A few days ago, I was only a second-level transcendent, but now I have almost touched the door to the third level. You can do the same! "

Quinn's words put the last weight on the already unstable balance in the old warlock's heart.

He struggled hard in his heart, and finally nodded imperceptibly.

Looking at his brother's back, following the original goal of the trip, gradually walking deeper into the mine, little Bob instinctively felt something was wrong. The natural spirits inhabiting the tattoo stimulated his skin, causing waves of slight pain. That's a warning of danger.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but his eyes turned a few times on Old Bob's gray hair like withered grass and flabby and atrophied muscles, and couldn't help but dim.

He silently closed his mouth and walked a few steps ahead, protecting his brother behind him.

Just like in the past decades, his brother protected him behind him...

Not long after the three people left, as the bright moon rose, a beam of moonlight passed through the half-collapsed frame hole and shone diagonally on the ground where they had just stood.

Suddenly, the moonlight was slightly distorted, as if something transparent passed through it...

　Ah, there are a total of 100 pictures. To commemorate it, I just used my mobile phone to code more than 20 words. . .

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)