Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

Six hundred and forty-one, it is the product of fear

When a key is pressed and the first note sounds.

The lullaby has already played the prelude.

The lullaby from Ryan Hammel came in handy again at this moment.

The piano is made by others, and the music is also created by others.

It has to be said that it is hard to think that this genius whose life is like a shooting star has such a deep connection with Ryan.

Du Wei's fingertips were flying, playing a lullaby non-stop.

Freddy waited beside him like a servant.

And those large shadows that spread like running water from the black shadows are spreading crazily.

Wherever the melody can spread, it will be affected by the power of the shadow.

It is a genie.

And all this time, Sombra didn't show much of the ability of the demon, or the fighting power it showed didn't match its real ability.

That's because the opponents are a little too strong.

but.

Now in Voodoo, Sombra finally has a place to play.

Throughout the growth history of Sombra.

The cult has played a big role in it.

Whether it is Vaderism, or the current Voodooism.

Without them, it is basically impossible for Sombra to become a demon now.

It also took the blame for Du Wei.

This moment.

Inside Voodoo.

The surviving believers all heard the sound of the lullaby.

All of them looked blank, and they couldn't figure out what happened inside Voodoo.

First, everyone was drugged, and the Uncovered Conference began.

Then the evil spirits raged,

Many people died.

After that, the evil spirits were killed one by one by a strange ghost holding two knives. Before these people could react from the excitement of the survivors, they heard the strange lullaby again.

The sound of the song was full of magic.

As soon as they heard it, it felt like a dream, and a deep sleepiness appeared in their minds. There seemed to be an illusion in front of them, and they saw a pair of cold eyes.

Then, everything seemed to turn into a whirlpool.

All the voodoo disciples fell to the ground one after another and fell into a deep sleep.

Only those hunters were not affected.

Because they are all at the very center of voodoo.

The hunter who came out earlier was only there to deal with the mess. The rest of the people thought that only one hunter was needed to solve the problem.

After all, in a sense, they are different from the hunters on the bright side.

All are believers in the flower that never fades.

Has a stronger ability.

Marcus is the strongest of the voodoo hunters and the longest alive.

"Something happened to one of our people."

In the most central area of ​​Voodoo, Marcus sat up from the ground, looked at the giant flower that was two meters high in front of him, and his tone was extremely cold.

The flowers exude a little crystal, like a dream.

But under the flowers, that is, in the flower bed, it looked extremely terrifying, because there was no soil in the whole flower bed, only blood.

Flowing and bubbling blood.

It's like a living thing.

But the color of the blood is extremely dim, as if it has been mixed with water, and the root system of this giant flower can be vaguely seen, as if it is covered on something round.

Kind of like a human head.

But only skeletons remained, and men and women could not be distinguished.

Flowers are naturally never-fading flowers, and the skull belongs to Minette.

Cracks were already spreading throughout the skull, but the gaps had never been completely cracked, which prevented the tentacles of the roots of the Never Withering Flower from penetrating in.

At this time, the rest of the hunters who heard Marcus said indifferently: "There are no other hunters nearby. We have already checked, so it should be the one that triggered the unfading flower before?"

"It seems to be a demon, but it seems to be related to the flower that never fades. What is that?"

Marcus said indifferently: "Whatever it is, kill it, I can feel the desire for it, and we have no choice."

The hunters nodded and replied, "We are no longer human beings. After taking this path, we will no longer have the right to choose. But after this time, the flower that never fades may completely assimilate us. At that time..."

Marcus said coldly: "Don't say any more, leave one person waiting here, and the others go out with me, I can feel that existence, it's in Voodoo, and it seems to be everywhere."

"Buck, you stay."

After giving the order, Marcus led the others away without saying a word.

These people were all wearing loose clothes, covering their true faces. They were reluctant to go out, but now that the Flower of Never Withered is longing for that unknown existence, Marcus and the others have no possibility of violating its will.

Only the man called Barr remained.

He watched Marcus and the others leave. After a long time, his face became a little melancholy and angry.

I turned my head.

Looking at the pool of blood that was gradually becoming transparent, Barr stretched out his hand numbly.

bark...

The wrist split open automatically, and blood continued to ooze out.

Strange to say.

There wasn't much human blood, but after his blood seeped into the blood pool, the transparent blood was immediately stained red and became very viscous.

after awhile.

Buck's wrist healed, and he said in a low voice: "Just wait a little longer, Marcus and the others will soon bring the existence you long for."

This is a means of sacrifice, a way to appease the flowers that never wither.

The never-fading flower is not something similar to the blood of Jesus in Voodoo, but to be precise, the head of Minette covered under the root system of the flower is.

Nearly two hundred years ago.

Voodoo got Minette's head. At that time, they all thought it was a demon god's thing and wanted to steal its power.

People are like this, and they can never be satisfied with the status quo.

Even if you are in a whole body, you still have ambitions in your heart.

But Voodoo used many methods, but they failed to achieve their goal, so they had to change a method and got the answer from that stone tablet.

Fear is belief, and primitive belief represents fear.

The entire voodoo religion has chosen to embark on this path. The previous generation of voodoo religion leaders told a big lie, tricked everyone into it, and gave birth to a flower that never existed.

They believe in the existence of this thing.

The admiration and fear born of a few hundred people or thousands of people is meaningless, but it can't hold back the large number of Voodoo people. The black people in the entire West Ghana are Voodoo people.

There is strength in numbers, this sentence is useful at any time.

However, the process was not beautiful, and the result was terrible.

The never-fading flower took root on the head of the demon god, absorbed the flesh and blood of that head, obliterated its consciousness, but it also became more and more weird.

The whole Voodoo people are more or less affected by it.

Although these people are living people.

But their souls have already become part of the never-fading flowers.

It's also ridiculous.

The belief in Voodoo is ancestor worship. They believe that after death, the soul will return to the arms of the ancestors. As a result, after death, they all become the fertilizer of flowers that never fade.

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