Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

Sacrifice is always related to religion.

Whether it is the sacrifice of livestock or the sacrifice of living people, there is a strong sense of ritual.

In the oldest legend, sacrifice is actually a transaction with certain existences.

Sacrifice is rewarded.

Those so-called existences are bizarre and everything is possible.

This sacrifice ceremony of the Vader religion uses blood relatives of those who died on Elm Street as the medium. The blood is poured under the dead banyan tree, which quickly wets a large area of ​​the ground with blood.

Even though there are torches in the surroundings, the ground does not appear bright red, but faintly black.

There was a sense of horror and taboo in the **** scene.

The cultists one after another, the Bishop of Vader Aika cut their arms apart.

When it's 4 o'clock in the morning.

All the cultists who participated in the sacrifice knelt on the ground, murmuring incomprehensible slurred words.

The voice sounded very strange, like a dialect that had long been lost in history.

But over and over again, there are only a few sentences.

Aika and other three bishops watched this scene, stretched out their hands together, raised their arms and shouted: "Praise Vader..."

The sense of ritual is very strong.

Gradually, the morning mist began to slowly float around.

Dim and dim.

Mercer, a member of the Vanity Sect, looked at this scene and took out a red piccolo from his wide sleeves.

The entire piccolo has an ancient and clumsy shape, perhaps because it has been around for too long. Paint has appeared in many places, and only some fuzzy patterns show how extraordinary it once was.

This is a work of art.

It is also the musical instrument that Mercer said before.

"it has started……"

Moser's voice was erratic, holding the piccolo in both hands, and placed it beside his mouth.

But in fact, he was wearing a mask, his entire face was covered except his eyes, and it was impossible to blow.

But he didn't seem to be aware of it, and made the appearance of playing.

His fingers also moved from time to time.

It looks like a musician, playing the most beautiful music.

But in fact no sound came out.

For a while, except for the chants of the cultists, the atmosphere was strange and scary.

...

Outside the amusement park.

Du Wei looked at this scene on the screen, his face became more and more cold.

There are too many evil spirits he has come into contact with.

Even through the screen, you can see what's wrong.

He noticed that as Moser took out the piccolo and started playing, the mist in the wasteland began to spread and faintly gathered towards the dead banyan tree.

At this time the moon is hanging high in the night sky.

The faint moonlight cast on the old street sign on the banyan tree, shining with strange colors.

"Is the ceremony going to succeed?"

Du Wei frowned and said.

Tom on the side heard this and couldn't help but said dumbly: "The ceremony was successful? But I didn't see anything?"

Tom is an ordinary person, and all the evil spirit incidents he comes into contact with are all aftermath work.

Therefore, his intuition is relatively slow.

As he said, Tom kept watching the cultists on the screen carefully.

Hmm...the body is pretty good.

Du Wei made a hissing gesture to Tom, beckoning him not to disturb himself, and then focused his attention on the dead banyan tree.

If this thing is the medium that appeared on Elm Street.

Then the exception should start from it first.

No analysis was wrong.

Because very quickly, the mists converge on the banyan tree like leeches that smelled blood, becoming faster and faster.

It even formed a vortex of fog visible to the naked eye.

The blood on the ground also appeared strange changes.

Gudong...

Bubbles burst from the blood.

It's like boiling water boiling.

The mist has also become a little bright red...

Gradually, the entire dead banyan tree was covered with a layer of blood, from the bark to the branches, gradually being enveloped in mist.

The fuzzy outline can be seen at first.

But in the end, the whole dead tree melted into the fog and disappeared on the screen.

This is not the main thing.

Those mists also included many cultists of Vaderism...

After that, there is no trace...

Du Wei's face suddenly became gloomy.

"Sacrifice... but why shouldn't it be their people..."

The doctrines of Vaderism are very bloody, they have never regarded ordinary people as their kind.

And ordinary cultists are actually no different from ordinary people.

According to this logic, there is no difference between cultists who sacrifice to Vaderism and ordinary people.

The former needs development, and the latter is everywhere.

Something is wrong...

Du Wei hurriedly said to Tom: "You now help me contact the police in Poland. If those people are reliable, check the cultists in the amusement park. I want to know the identity of those people.

At this time, the range of the fog was about to reach the dozen or so cultists who were equipped with cameras and bugs.

Even though the cultists are still alive, the signal has already been disturbed, causing the picture to become a bit stuck and distorted.

Tom also realized the seriousness of the matter, and solemnly said: "I will check it for you now."

With that said, he walked to the side and took out the satellite phone and dialed a number inside the police...

Du Wei nodded, and pulled the backpack behind him with his right hand.

He was about to destroy Vader's plan.

It was not to save those cultists, but he didn't want the ceremony to succeed.

Otherwise, once Elm Street appears in the world, people from Vinda will definitely enter ~www.NovelMTL.com~ to find the piano.

Until then, Du Wei's trip to Poland will be meaningless.

Open the backpack.

It was the mask inside.

Put on a mask and make a wish with a clown card. Even though Vinda had spent twenty years to carry out this plan, it could not prevent its failure.

For Du Wei, there is no psychological pressure.

but……

Just as Du Wei was about to put on the mask, there was a melodious piano sound and the sound of piccolo accompaniment from his headphones.

The piano sound is crisp, just like playing in the ear, clear and sweet.

This is a lullaby...

The piccolo sound is also long and tactful.

At first Du Wei only thought it was an accompaniment, but when the rhythm of the piccolo sound was in sync with the piano sound.

He realized that the piccolo was playing exactly the same lullaby...

Du Wei squinted his eyes, slowly put the mask on his face, and drew the clown card from his pocket wallet with his other hand.

At the same time, his gaze is also looking at the screen.

In the picture, Mercer has reached the original position of the banyan tree, holding the piccolo in both hands and playing...

But the piccolo sound appeared together with the piano sound.

The former seems to be tempting the latter to appear.

suddenly……

The picture flickered frantically and became blurred.

Du Wei's pupils shrank suddenly...

He saw the outline of a person sitting in front of a huge piano in the mist, striking the keys with both hands flexibly...

Do not……

It can't be said that it is both hands, because one hand of that person is very narrow and long, and it feels very sharp, like wearing a steel glove...

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