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Chapter 354 Ceremony
Shaking his head, he barely pulled his emotions out of the frenzied atmosphere around him.

Amanda reached for the necklace around her neck.

As an American, she shouldn't be fanatical about a religion like voodoo.

However, just at that moment.

She seemed to be swallowed by a huge wave, almost like the fanatical believers around her, kneeling on the ground and bowing to the parade.

"These voodoo priests are weird."

Taking a few steps back to separate herself from the fanatical voodoo believers around her, Amanda looked at the priest at the front of the parade who was waving and chanting spells, and then at the priest who danced around the crowd in conjunction with the spells of several people. Believers, there is no doubt that the abnormal fanaticism shown by the people around them should be formed by the manipulation of these voodoo priests.

It's just, what is the purpose of what they did all this.

Right now, Amanda is still unable to judge.

Because of the lack of knowledge about voodoo festivals, Amanda is not sure whether this kind of fanaticism originally existed in previous voodoo festivals, or only existed in this festival.

If it's the former, it's just 'normal' holiday arrangement, but if it's the latter.

……

"Ding! The plot has changed, and there is a lack of key [materials], please put in the script for correction."

In Port-au-Prince, the voodoo festival is in full swing.

On the system panel, such a prompt popped up suddenly.

"No, obviously it's just..."

Looking at the crooked reminder in front of him, Zhao Yuan, who was in San Marino, couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

He looked at the BSI people covered by the prompt on the system screen, and hesitated for a moment.

Then, with some reluctance, he took out a [Silver]-level card from the inventory, and put it into the script as a [Material].

"Ding! Put in [material], and the script will be automatically corrected!"

With the input of the scene card, the crooked prompt on the panel disappeared.

The script began to evolve again.

……

"Head."

Following the frenzied parade, stopping and going, Amanda came to the end point, in front of the voodoo church.

Through radio contact, Amanda is spotted among the crowd.

Not long after, the remaining members of the SBI team also came near the church.

"At the moment, everything is just a matter of religious holiday celebrations."

Gathered together, looking not far away, protected by the military armed with live ammunition, Agent Zhou lowered his voice and said something to the new president who was speaking to the Haitian people attending the festival.

"Not any time soon."

Hearing Detective Zhou's words, the fortune teller at the side shook his head.

"...I know that these are difficult times. The whole of Haiti is suffering because of the disaster that happened last year. Many people's closest friends, relatives, and lovers have left us forever in that earthquake. However, the pain will eventually pass, and a bright future is in front of us. This time, the Voodoo Festival, let us pray for the compatriots who died in the disaster, so that they can rest in peace in heaven..."

In front of the church, believers stepped on fierce drums, dancing and praying.

The new president made an oath to the people around him according to what the high priest told him.

Hearing the president's words, many Haitian people began to clasp their hands and pray silently, praying for the compatriots who died in the earthquake.

And inside the church, in front of the altar that believers cannot enter.

"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..."

The high priest raised his head on his chest and chanted the spell aloud.

Behind him, the flames of the brazier kept beating, and the originally red fireworks seemed to be driven by some kind of force and began to change towards the faint blue light.

Surrounding the changing flames, several voodoo priests danced crazily. Their footsteps gradually merged with the drumbeats of believers outside the church. The blue flames in the brazier began to swell with the dance steps of the priests.

"...Come on, Father Regba, use your faith as a guide, and open the gate of hell. The queen's soul has been waiting for a long time, open the door quickly, and let the queen return..."

Feeling the changes in the flames in the brazier, the high priest opened his mouth wide, revealing his dark, shriveled mouth with only a few teeth left. He placed his head held high in the center of the altar, at the heart of Narcissus, and then grabbed a handful of it from his hand. The bone dagger of the mantra was aimed at the head and stabbed heavily.

Click!

The sharp bone dagger pierced through the forehead of the shriveled head and stabbed Narciss' heart on the altar.

"what--"

At the moment when the head was pierced, there seemed to be a shrill scream in the whole church.

With the sound of the cry, the dark blood began to flow from Narciss' heart, stained by the blood, and the shriveled head on the heart of the reanimated corpse became full at a speed visible to the naked eye, and she continued to suck With the blood gushing from Narciss's heart, in just a few seconds, a lifelike human head appeared at Narciss's heart.

She closed her eyes tightly, but it gave people the illusion that she was about to come alive in the next second.

Of course, the High Priest knew it well.

The head on Narciss' heart cannot be revived.

Because, the soul of the most important voodoo queen is still in hell, and what he resurrects now is only the remnant body of the queen left in reality.

Originally, the sacrifice of this ceremony was the corpse that the high priest sent Narcissus to find in London.

If that kind of yin corpse that still does not rot even a hundred years after death can be used as a sustenance for the return of the queen, it will definitely make the voodoo queen become a monster with powerful curses and powers after returning to the real world.

Unfortunately, Narcissus let him down.

Not only did the other party fail to bring the sacrificial corpse back to Haiti, but they even attempted to betray Voodoo.

Therefore, as the punishment for Narcissus' failure, he was transformed into a revenant corpse by the high priest, and replaced the shadow corpse as the voodoo queen-Lavieu's sustenance.

Looking at Narciss' head at the heart, the high priest stretched out his finger and touched her lightly.

Immediately afterwards, he withdrew his fingers, turned around and looked at the brazier that was completely transformed into a blue flame behind him, took off his clothes to reveal his bony body, and then joined the priest's dance, and began to dance crazily.

Most of the rituals of voodoo are mixed with various dances. This is because the predecessor of voodoo comes from West Africa. It is a primitive religion that combines ancestor worship, animism, and spiritism. It exists with shamanism. Inextricably linked.

(End of this chapter)