Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

Marcus and the others couldn't understand Du Wei's words.

They only felt that the existence of the name in front of them seemed crazy.

where is this place?

The stronghold of voodoo!

A religion with never-fading flowers and the head of a demon god.

Now, out of nowhere, an existence who didn't know whether it was a ghost or a human came out, and made a mess of things, and said that they were walked into a dream by themselves.

How can it be……

Marcus couldn't help but want to speak immediately.

But I haven't had time yet.

Du Wei turned around, sat down, and pressed his hands on the piano keys again.

this time.

A tune with a more violent rhythm was played.

Darkness, shadows, everything represents the product of man's primitive fear, covering everything.

Marcus and the others only felt the darkness in front of them, as if they were trapped in a huge vortex, their bodies were shaking, and they couldn't help themselves at all.

Just listening, accompanied by the weird sound of the piano music, interlaced with the man's extremely indifferent words without the slightest emotion.

"The body returns to reality, and the soul is lost in dreams."

"I will arrange everything for you, and this will be a one-sided transaction. You dedicate your soul to me, and I will get everything from you."

...

call……

cold, terrible.

The space is small and dark all around.

Marcus was dressed roughly, and although he couldn't see clearly, he could clearly feel his breath.

The temperature was very low, it seemed to drop to freezing point.

He is now in a small space, and it is difficult for him to move his body.

The ability to be a hunter seems to be completely useless here.

"Damn it, what the hell is this place!"

Marcus remained in danger, groping with his hands in the dark, trying to find a way to escape here.

He felt more and more.

The existence that appeared inexplicably was extremely evil to Voodoo and what they did to them.

The chill revealed in the other party's words is even more instinctively uncomfortable.

Unilateral deal?

Isn't this the act of the devil!

The more he groped, the colder Marcus felt. He found that the place he was in seemed to be a square space of some kind of ventilation duct. Because the surroundings were smooth, only the joints could feel the edges and corners.

The cold kept coming.

He was shivering with cold.

Sudden……

Marcus touched the two screw heads on the top of his head with both hands. It seemed that the iron sheet on his head was connected to a handle, and the screws were tightened from the inside.

"I……"

"I'm in a closet?"

"No, why is there air conditioning in the cabinet? Could it be..."

A thought flashed through Marcus's mind that made his hair stand on end.

"I'm in the morgue?"

This idea has just been born.

Marcus couldn't take it anymore, he only felt his scalp tingling, and he slammed his head and hands against the handle of the morgue.

"Damn devil, let me out...you will go to hell...I curse you, you will..."

bang bang bang...

Marcus made a lot of noise.

And at this moment, he suddenly heard another crashing sound, right next to him.

Mortuary cabinets are generally multi-layered.

It is specially used for crematoriums and morgues. There are some criminal police forensic teams, and there will also be special mortuary cabinets.

But basically all are big.

Each large mortuary cabinet is divided into grids of the same size. When the staff members open these grids, it's like opening a drawer. The difference between a corpse and an object is probably that one is neater and the other is messy.

"Besides me, are there people in other cabinets?"

Marcus' expression brightened.

He slammed on the side wall inside the morgue, and roared, "I'm Marcus, are you a voodoo?"

However, the noise from next door stopped abruptly.

Marcus was startled and swallowed hard.

He froze his hands, not daring to knock any more.

His mouth was also tightly shut.

At this moment, the silence is penetrating.

Marcus's back was covered with cold sweat, and he remained silent, like a corpse, without any movement.

But my mind was thinking crazily.

"The people next door heard me, why didn't they answer me? Instead, they kept quiet."

"Because it's not human?"

"Or, is there something I haven't discovered?"

Thoughts just came to mind.

Da da da……

Marcus heard a burst of footsteps, coming from far and near.

Immediately afterwards, there was a babbling sound of the door opening.

"Someone?"

Marcus had a strange expression on his face. He didn't know whether he should speak, or whether he should make a noise for the other party to let him out.

But under such weird circumstances.

He felt that it might be the best choice not to act rashly.

But the unknown existence next door seems to be...

It doesn't seem to be human either.

dilemma……

Marcus decided to calm down and wait for the opportunity to present itself.

only.

His suspicions were quickly cut short.

Because the footsteps were getting closer, he soon came to the morgue where he was locked, and stopped.

And then.

There was no movement.

Marcus hadn't felt this way in too long.

fear……

Fear……

When the footsteps stopped, Marcus's scalp tingled.

The hunter's loss of humanity, rational and cold-blooded, disappeared at this moment.

The deepest fear of the human subconscious.

Even the fear that he himself had forgotten about the seal engraved deep in his genes and in his bones was all aroused.

Sudden……

Da da da……

The footsteps moved away.

Moreover, he went to the next door.

Marcus held his breath, his eyes widened, and he pressed his ear to the side wall of the morgue, trying to hear what was going on next door.

What can be heard is a harsh clattering sound.

The morgue next door seemed to have been pulled out.

The friction between the iron sheets makes people involuntarily think of the harsh sound of fingernails scratching on stainless steel.

And then.

It was another dull footstep.

It is completely different from the previous footsteps, and they can be clearly distinguished. The weight of the two is different, because one footstep is slightly lighter and the other is slightly heavier.

After they leave.

Marcus couldn't bear it anymore, struggling crazily, kicking with his legs, hitting with his fists, and hitting with his head.

He was covered in blood.

But the morgue was opened unilaterally.

No matter how hard you try from the inside, you can't push it away unless you pull it from the outside.

In those film and television dramas, the shooting techniques of the protagonists pushing away the morgue and running out of it are basically exaggerated. In reality, even if you wake up from the morgue, there is nothing you can do.

Cold air will gradually stiffen your body.

Struggling hard is just hastening the arrival of death.

but.

Maybe Marcus was lucky, the door of the mortuary cabinet that closed him was not very tight, and there was a gap when he hit him so hard.

Full of hope, Marcus lay in the morgue, thrusting his hand through the gap, trying to push himself out.

only.

When the gap gradually widens.

When Marcus was able to raise his head, he saw two voodoo hunters in black with expressionless faces standing outside the morgue and looking at him coldly.

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