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Chapter 340
Late night, Haiti, Port-au-Prince.

Scattered lights are dotted in the capital of Haiti. Due to the lack of power resources, the local people's livelihood electricity will be disconnected at night. Only a few special buildings, the presidential palace, the rich area and the voodoo controlled Only in the region, there will be a small amount of power supply to continue its night life.

In the dark sea, accompanied by the sound of a motor, an old fishing boat docked at the port of Port-au-Prince.

"We've arrived in Port-au-Prince."

On the boat, the dark and rough-skinned Haitian boatman spoke a strong creole and shouted at the figure on the bow.

"Thank you."

Carrying a black satchel and nodding to the fishermen, the witcher landed on the dilapidated pier with a light leap, making a dull landing sound.

Speaking to Geralt on the pier in creole with a heavy accent, the fisherman started his motor to stir up waves, and soon disappeared into the dark sea under the eyes of the witcher.

Watching the fishing boats where the fishermen disappeared, Geralt withdrew his gaze, and then looked down at the broken pier under his feet.

Unlike Amanda and others, the legal means of entry chosen.

The witcher chose a more brutish way.

Thanks to the poor public security and poor economic conditions in Haiti, locals from Haiti have always smuggled into other countries, and there are very few people who will smuggle into Haiti. After all, under normal circumstances, smuggling is given to In a poor and backward country like Haiti, even the lives of its own people are already so difficult. Anyone who smuggles here will definitely not wait for opportunities, only deeper despair.

This has also led to the fact that Haiti's local border management is not strict, or it should be said that Haiti's local military strength is simply incapable of managing the border.

After all, they can't even manage domestic problems, so they don't have the experience to care about the surrounding situation.

On the pier, the witcher looked up at the scattered lights in the distance.

Reaching out from his pocket, he took out a cigar and lit it. Faint sparks loomed on the broken pier. Holding the black satchel in his hand, Geralt immediately walked towards the direction where the lights flickered.

……

"Come on, come on, great empress, I am here to pray for your gaze, great father Regba, the guide who lives at the crossroads, please guide us, guide the soul of the empress..."

Haiti, inside a voodoo church somewhere.

Numerous voodoo priests in cloaks surrounded the flames, chanting strange spells in their mouths.

In the flames dancing around, a Haitian man covered in white symbols lay motionless in the center of the altar formed by the flames. His eyes were tightly closed, and his face covered with white paint was reflected by the flames. Looming, if Lin Jiu and others who were in London before were here, they would find that the guy who was sacrificed was the voodoo magician Narciss who was fighting for the corpse with them before.

"... Father Regba, I offer a sacrifice and pray for your guidance..."

In the church, the priests danced strangely around the brazier. They wore all kinds of ornaments on their bodies, most of which were bone bones.

And at the front of the altar, a haggard voodoo priest was sitting on the ground, with a dry fist-sized head hanging on his neck, kneeling and praying to a dead dog head in front of him.

As the high priest prayed, the dog's head in front of him began to change gradually, and a large amount of blood flowed from the dog's head's eyes. The blood was extremely black, and at the same time exuded an inexplicable stench. It became haggard, as if some unknown existence was absorbing the life force above the dog's head, and within a few seconds, the dog's head turned into gray smoke and dissipated.

Witnessing the scene where the dog's head dissipated, the spells of the voodoo priests in the church became more intense.

The high priest raised his head, and in his cloudy vision, a black man in tattered clothes and on crutches appeared in front of him as the dog's head disappeared.

This is Papa Regba, a deity in Haitian voodoo. It connects humans with Loa, the great god of voodoo. The deity is worshiped at the beginning and end of voodoo rituals.

And the dog is His symbolic animal.

"Papa Regba."

Seeing Father Regba appearing in his eyes, the high priest pressed his head tightly to the ground.

As the high priest of voodoo, he has great power, but all this is not worth mentioning in front of the gods.

Especially the religions like voodoo that rely on fear to rule their beliefs, the gods they believe in are not too kind. For example, the ruler of portals, streets and fate in front of you, Father Regba, the god of crossroads , He taught oracles to people at the crossroads, but he was capricious and often led people into despair.

"I know your purpose."

Leaning on crutches, he walked up to the high priest.

From the perspective of the high priest, he could only see the dilapidated shoes worn by Papa Regba's feet, and he could vaguely see the holes in the shoes.

Usually, if a guy dressed like this enters the church, he will definitely be cursed by voodoo.

However, facing Father Regba who looked like a tramp at this moment, the high priest did not dare to show the slightest dissatisfaction on his face.

"It's not the time yet."

Papa Regba's voice was hoarse and sharp, like a bayonet piercing the ear of the high priest, but it seemed to be whispering beside him.

"Countless despair and the power formed by the soul will become the key to open the gate of hell. At that time, I will teach you the oracle."

Hearing Papa Regba's words, the expression on the High Priest's face changed.

He pressed his head tightly against the hard ground of the church, and summoned up the courage to ask, "So, Father Regba, when do we have to wait?"

"When the time comes, you'll know."

Without answering the high priest's question, Father Regba opened his mouth, revealing his rotten teeth.

From his mouth, some more terrifying bugs could be vaguely seen crawling in it.

"..."

As Papa Regba's voice disappeared, the prayers of the priests sounded again in the ears of the high priest.

Carefully raising his head, he looked at the god who had disappeared before his eyes.

The high priest couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. He looked back at the priests behind him. These voodoo priests seemed completely unaware of what had just happened.

(End of this chapter)