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Shaking his head, he managed to get his emotions out of the frenzied atmosphere around him.

Amanda reached for the necklace around her neck.

As an American, she was not supposed to be fanatical about a religion like voodoo.

However, just at that moment.

She seemed to be engulfed by a huge wave, and almost like the fanatical believers around her, she fell to her knees and bowed to the procession.

"These voodoo priests are weird."

Taking a few steps back, she separated herself from the fanatical voodoo believers around. Amanda looked at the sacrifice at the front of the parade who was waving and chanting spells, and then at the dancers who danced around the crowd with a few people's spells. Believers, there is no doubt that the abnormal fanaticism shown by the people around them should be controlled and formed by these voodoo priests.

It's just, why are they doing it all?

At the moment, Amanda can't judge.

Because of the lack of awareness of Voodoo festivals, Amanda is not sure whether this kind of fanaticism originally existed in previous Voodoo festivals or only in this one.

If it's the former, it's just 'normal' holiday arrangements, but if it's the latter.

...

"Ding! The plot has changed, and there is a lack of key [materials], please put in the script for correction."

Port-au-Prince, the Voodoo Festival is in full swing.

On the system panel, such a prompt popped up suddenly.

"No, obviously it's just..."

Looking at the crooked prompt in front of him, Zhao Yuan, who was in San Marino, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

He looked at the BSI people who were blocked by the prompt on the system screen, and hesitated for a moment.

Then, with some reluctance, he took out a [Silver] grade card from the inventory and put it into the script as a [Material].

"Ding! Put in the [material], and the script will be automatically corrected!"

With the input of the scene card, the crooked prompts on the panel disappeared.

The script begins to evolve again.

...

"Head."

Following the frenetic procession, stop and go, Amanda came to the end, in front of the voodoo church.

Through radio contact, Amanda's traces are found from the crowd.

Not long after, the remaining SBI team members also came to the vicinity of the church.

"For now, everything is just a religious holiday celebration."

Gathered together, watching not far away, being protected by the military with live ammunition, Agent Zhou said in a low voice to the new president who was giving a speech to the Haitian people attending the festival.

"Not any time soon."

Hearing Detective Zhou's words, the fortune-teller beside him shook his head.

"...I know that these are difficult times. The whole of Haiti is suffering because of the disaster that happened last year. Many people's closest friends, relatives, and lovers have left us forever in that big earthquake. However, the pain will eventually pass, and the beautiful future is right in front of us. This time on the Voodoo Festival, let us pray for the compatriots who died in the disaster, so they can rest in heaven..."

In front of the church, the believers danced and prayed with fierce drum beats.

The new president made an oath to the surrounding people according to what the high priest had explained.

Hearing the president's words, many Haitians began to hold their hands and pray silently, praying for the compatriots who died in the earthquake.

In the church, in front of the altar that the faithful cannot enter.

"Come on, come on, great queen, I pray for your eyes here, great old Regba, guide at the crossroads, please guide us in our direction, guide the queen's soul..."

The high priest raised his head on his chest and chanted the spell aloud.

Behind him, the flames of the brazier kept beating, and the originally red fireworks seemed to be moved by some kind of force and began to change towards the faint blue light.

Surrounding the changing flames, several voodoo priests danced frantically. Their steps gradually combined with the drumbeats of believers outside the church. The blue flames in the brazier began to expand with the dance steps of the sacrifice.

"...Come on, Father Regba, lead by faith, open the gate of hell, the queen's soul has been waiting for a long time, open the door quickly and let the queen return..."

Feeling the changes in the flames in the brazier, the high priest opened his mouth wide, revealing his black, shriveled mouth with only a few teeth left, and placed his raised head in the center of the altar, where Narcissus's heart was, and then grabbed a handful from his hand that spread all over the place. The bone dagger of the incantation stabbed heavily at the head.

Click!

The sharp bone dagger penetrated the forehead of the shriveled head and stabbed the heart of Narcissus on the altar.

"what--"

At the moment when the head was pierced, there seemed to be a shrill scream in the entire church.

With the sound of the cry, dark blood began to flow out from the heart of Narcissus, which was stained with blood. The shriveled head on the heart of the corpse became full at a speed visible to the naked eye, and she kept sucking. The blood that came out of Narcissus' heart, in just a few seconds, a lifelike human head appeared in Narsis's heart.

She closed her eyes tightly, but it gave the illusion that she was about to come back to life in the next second.

Of course, the High Priest knew that.

The head on Narcissus' heart cannot be resurrected.

Because the soul of the most crucial voodoo queen is still in hell, and now what he has resurrected is just the remnant of the queen left in reality.

Originally, the sacrifice of this ceremony was the shadow corpse that the high priest sent Narcissus to find in London~www.readwn.com~ The kind of shadow corpse that will not rot even a hundred years after death, if it can be used as a sustenance for the queen's return, then It will definitely make the voodoo queen become a monster with powerful curses and powers as soon as she returns to the real world.

Unfortunately, Narcissus let him down.

The other party not only failed to bring the sacrificed corpse back to Haiti, but even attempted to betray the voodoo religion.

Therefore, as punishment for Narcissus' failure, he was transformed into a revived corpse by the high priest, and instead of the shadow corpse, he became the voodoo queen, the sustenance of Lavie.

Looking at Narcissus's head, the high priest stretched out his fingers and touched her lightly.

Immediately afterwards, he retracted his fingers, turned to look at the brazier behind him that had completely transformed into a blue flame, took off his clothes to reveal his bony body, and then joined the ritual dance and began to dance frantically.

Most of the rituals of voodoo are mixed with various dances. This is because the predecessor of voodoo came from West Africa. It is a primitive religion that combines ancestor worship, animism, spiritualism, and shamanism exists. inextricably linked.