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Chapter 353 Voodoo Festival
Two days later, Port-au-Prince, Haiti.

The long-lost festival has brought some joy to this poor country.

Although, in the eyes of outsiders, voodoo is an evil belief, and their festivals are also full of frightening connotations.

However, for the people of Haiti.

The Voodoo Festival is the only consolation they can live in poverty and backwardness. Only on the Voodoo Festival, the people of Haiti will temporarily forget the daily pain, devote themselves wholeheartedly to the belief in the Loa God, dancing with hands and feet Celebrate this festival to please the gods.

On the streets, tens of thousands of voodoo believers gathered together to convey the joy of the voodoo festival in a parade.

At the front of the line, several naked voodoo priests beat their leather drums and danced in a weird dance.

Behind them, a group of voodoo followers with white paint on their faces, carried a freshly slaughtered pig as a sacrifice to the loa.

On both sides of the street, watching the passing parade, some local residents of Haiti knelt down on the ground, kowtowed and prayed from time to time, rubbing their hands in murmurs, praying for the protection of God Loa.

In addition, there are many street vendors gathered around the street.

Hang the wooden board around the neck, display all kinds of cheap snacks and drinks, and sell them to the parade believers.

The Voodoo Festival is not only a religious celebration for believers, but also a business opportunity for many Haitians.

"...I was at the head of the parade."

Passing through the dense crowd, I came to a stall on the street, picked up a mango and gestured to the vendor.

Amanda reported her current location to others through a radio headset.

Amanda at this time has changed a lot from when she first came to Haiti a few days ago.

The entire face was covered by a veil, except for a pair of eyes.

In a country dominated by blacks like Haiti, the faces of the BSI group are too conspicuous. During the past few days of operations, they have felt the strange gazes from around them more than once.

Especially on a grand festival like the Voodoo Festival, several Caucasian and yellow people appeared in it, simply telling the surrounding believers that everyone is different.

Therefore, in order to deceive others, everyone on this trip to BSI made disguises.

Although the turban on his face was still conspicuous, at least he looked much more 'normal' than his original public appearance.

Many people often only stayed on the scarf on her face for a while, and then quickly removed it.

I no longer look at them like I used to.

"I have been following the parade crowd. The entire parade is longer than expected, and I can see people joining the procession one after another."

Following the parade in front, Agent Phil turned his head and glanced at the fanatical Haitian people behind him, and made a report into the headset.

"I am currently near the presidential palace, and many people have gathered around to participate in the festival. It is said that this time the voodoo festival will also be joined by the new president."

Frowning, scanning the crowd around him, Agent Zhou took a look at the small White House, the presidential palace of Haiti, which was somewhat similar to the White House in Washington.

"According to the parade arrangement of previous voodoo festivals, the cathedral is the last place where people gather."

Angela silently glanced around the church, danced around the huge bonfire, muttered to the voodoo priest, and said in a low voice.

"In front of the church, believers will baptize with flames to wash away their sins and at the same time bring good luck and health to the future."

Although, in Angela's opinion, if this so-called baptism is really effective, then these people who participated in the parade would not still live in poverty.

However, thinking of what might happen next, she still couldn't help clenching her fists.

"So, this is the final place in the prophecy?"

Standing around the church, Spike raised his head and glanced at this majestic building, a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

From the eyes of the psychic, I saw more unusual places.

The entire voodoo church looked a little more dangerous than what it looked like two days ago, and Spike seemed to hear a series of shrill screams in the vagueness.

"Yes."

On the side, I heard Spike's words.

The fortune teller nodded with a pale face. In the small bag bulging on his back, the [Voodoo Doll] crawled into his arms along the clothes, and stretched out the arm formed by the wool to lightly touch Joey's. Chin, as if trying to comfort him in this way.

"Is there really no way?"

Withdrawing his eyes from the church, Spike turned his head to look at the fortune teller Joey, and suddenly asked a question without beginning or end.

"This 'future' is destined to happen, we can only watch it happen."

Shaking his head, the fortune teller also gave a somewhat strange answer.

Hearing his reply, Spike touched the ring on his finger and said with a sigh.

"It's really a hopeless 'future'."

Here, Spike and Joey are speaking inexplicably.

"The president is out."

On the other side, in front of the presidential palace.

Detective Zhou looked at the army who suddenly came out of the small White House, and the president who came out in a car, and couldn't help reporting something into the headset.

With the appearance of Haiti's president, the whole voodoo festival seems to have reached a kind of small climax.

From the parade, more and more believers came out, chanting and dancing around the crowd.

At the front of the line, the priests who were beating the drums stopped their movements, and they turned around and bowed down to the dead pigs carried by the believers.

"... Father Regba, the guide who lives at the crossroads, please guide us, and open the door of life and death for us... Queen of the Voodoo Cult, in the eyes of everyone, you will re... ..."

The priest knelt down to offer sacrifices, while chanting incantations.

And following the actions of these voodoo priests, the eyes of the dead pig carried on the shoulders of the believers suddenly began to ooze blood.

Hiding in the crowd, Amanda's eyes flickered slightly as she looked at the bloody dead pig.

The dead pig's eyes suddenly bleed, such a scene is extremely horrifying at any time.

However, the Haitian people around saw this scene, not only did not show fear on their faces, but became more fanatical. They kept knocking their heads and chanting incomprehensible local dialects.

Huge religious fanaticism filled the entire parade.

In it, Amanda felt like a small boat, which might be swallowed by this frenzy at any time.

　Thank you for the 3500 starting coin reward from a passing student, the 2000 starting coin reward from Qi Feilan, and the 2000 starting coin reward from Zhonghua Yimin.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)