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"Father Regba..."

The souls of countless victims rushed into the church, and the flames beating in the brazier in front of the altar seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, forming a dark blue door.

Papa Regba reappears.

Only this time, the figure of this voodoo **** no longer exists only in the eyes of the high priest, but appears in the church with a clearer appearance.

Wearing tattered clothes and leaning on crutches.

Father Regba grinned at the voodoo priest in front of him, revealing his pitch-black teeth, stretched out his dirty fingers and turned it towards the quiet blue door.

In the next second, the closed door was opened, and a thin man with a tall hat with tampons in his nostrils, a black evening dress, and a monocular was dressed as a gentleman, holding a cane, looking like he was going to bury the dead. The black man came out of it.

Father Regba is not only the **** of the crossroads, but also holds the power of the portal. He is the gatekeeper of the voodoo **** Loa. He holds the key between the two worlds and controls the way to the [spiritual world]. The opening and closing of the door.

And coming out from behind the door was Baron Samedi, the Saturday baron mentioned in the previous prayer.

This is the **** in charge of death in voodoo religion. He wore a top hat and nodded to the old Regba who opened the door, and then swept his eyes with monocular lenses through the dense blue light in the church, and his eyes flashed. A hint of greed.

As a voodoo deity, Baron Samedi, or Baron Saturday, is not a good deity in the traditional sense. On the contrary, he is moody. He is also known as the 'resurrection leader' while in charge of death. In Haiti, the custom Among them, local residents will use cotton to plug the nostrils of the deceased when the deceased is buried, in order to prevent the soul of the deceased from being taken away by the Saturday baron.

And as soon as the sacrifice offered by the sacrificer does not satisfy him, he spreads death and never stops.

This time, however, the Saturday Baron was clearly satisfied with the offerings offered by the voodoo cult.

He clenched the cane with the skull in his hand and opened his mouth wide.

Immediately afterwards, the image of the original black face of the Saturday Baron began to change. A skeleton face with white bones appeared on his body. He grinned and swallowed the countless souls in the church. The Saturday Baron closed his upper and lower jaws. The pale skeleton face turned black again.

"I am very satisfied with the offering this time."

Taking a handkerchief from his breast pocket and wiping the corners of his mouth, the Saturday baron said something in a deep, nasal tone.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a gold coin from his pocket and threw it to the high priest in front of him.

bang-

The gold coin fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Now, I have given you Lavie's soul."

Continuing to speak in a heavy nasal tone, feeling the stronger pull of the door behind him, the Saturday Baron reached out to hold the top hat on his head and greeted Father Regba before stepping on his footsteps and turning around to enter the door behind him. in the door.

The real world is not friendly to gods. The more powerful gods are, the more they are rejected by reality.

Saturday's Baron is the deity of a local religion such as voodoo, and it is naturally more serious for a major religion such as Christ.

Unless, gods and demons like [Sai Gong] use Solomon's contract as a medium and find sustenance in reality.

However, there is a difference between gods and gods and demons after all, especially in terms of contracts, barons like Saturday may not be good at gods and demons.

Of course, find out why.

It is still the setting made by Zhao Yuan, who is the script designer.

Watching Saturday's Baron return to the [Spiritual World], Father Regba raised his arms and was about to close the opened door again.

Suddenly, everything in the church began to become twisted and weird. The neatly arranged brick columns showed twisted postures, as if being pulled and intertwined by some force, like a grotesque scene in a nightmare, and in this twisted world , a tall and thin figure over two meters tall, wearing a suit, with a black hat on his head only showing sharp teeth, holding a twisted umbrella, stepping on twisted footsteps, and appearing crookedly in the church.

"Twisted people!"

Looking at the twisted figure that appeared in the voodoo church, Father Regba made a hoarse and sharp figure and shouted at the twisted man.

"You shouldn't be here, this is a place ruled by God Loa, not your grotesque club!"

"Unless, you plan to go to war with God Loa!"

Facing the threat of Daddy Regba, the Twisted Man twisted his neck and opened his **** mouth full of sharp teeth.

"The purpose of the club is not to be against Loa."

Immediately afterwards, a crisp figure sounded from behind the twisted man.

Hearing this answer, Father Regba noticed that behind the twisted figure, a blond little girl spoke.

"In fact, the goals of the club are not in conflict with voodoo. You summon the soul of the voodoo queen Lavie by opening the [spiritual] channel, and we just want to keep this door from closing so early. ."

Hear the little girl, no, the little wolf girl Vivian's answer.

Father Regba frowned: "Your purpose is the [Spiritual World] gate in my hand."

In the God of Loa, although Father Regba is not a powerful deity, the power he holds makes him an indispensable existence in voodoo rituals, and it is precisely with this power that Compared with ordinary gods, it enables him to travel more freely between the two worlds [Spiritual World] and reality.

However, at this moment, the Weird Club seems to be eyeing the key in his hand.

Father Regba turned his fingers and wanted to close the door~www.readwn.com~ However, a powerful twisting force prevented him from turning.

In the confrontation between the two sides, in the church, a voodoo priest who was kneeling on the ground couldn't help but looked up and glanced in the direction of the twisted person.

"what--"

Immediately afterwards, there was a shrill scream.

Under the terrified eyes of the voodoo priest, he saw that his fingers began to bend, and an invisible force pulled his fingers to make a twisted turn.

Click, click, click!

In a series of terrifying sounds of bone shattering, his head was twisted behind him, his eyes bulged, and his body was twisted into a weird appearance. Thick blood sprayed out from the twisted flesh and blood, and a large number of broken white bones were faintly visible under the blood-red muscles.

After a few seconds, the screaming stopped abruptly.

Kneeling to the side, the blood sprayed by the sacrifice covered his body, and all the voodoo priests, including the high priest, subconsciously lowered their heads.