Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

There is an old saying that it is good that most people who often drown will know water, and playing with fire will inevitably set themselves ablaze.

Although there is no such thing in the West.

But voodoo people naturally know this truth.

It's just that they don't have the ability to resist at all, and they are not a religious organization that teaches people to be good. The apparent stability is just to hide its inherent viciousness.

Marcus and others walked out of the central area.

The farther away from the flower that never fades.

They feel that their power is getting stronger and stronger, but the kind of connection that does not belong to their souls has never weakened.

Actually.

Their scope of activities is limited to the city of Western Ghana.

Because the voodoo beliefs can't spread out at all, people outside do not believe in them, nor do they believe in flowers that are not withered.

From this point of view.

The church did a pretty good job.

suddenly……

at this time.

Marcus waved his hand and stopped at the same time.

"Not quite right."

The others turned their heads to look at him.

At this time, the location where Marcus and others were located was the place where Du Wei had previously controlled the shadows to reach, those areas with ravines on the ground.

Marcus looked forward.

He only saw the coldness, it seemed that it had already arrived at night, and there was a faint piano sound in his ears, as if someone was playing in the dark.

"Piano piece?"

Marcus stretched out his hand blankly, grabbed it, and put it to his ear.

He made a listening gesture.

Then, he squinted his eyes and looked at a place, but the time limit was against the thick wall.

"I saw you."

...

the other side.

Du Wei, who was playing the lullaby, raised his head. Although this body was covered by dark shadows, he was also manipulating everything in his dream, but the cold blood in his bones was lingering.

Look into the darkness.

"Do you really see me?"

Du Wei asked back, then fell silent, closed his eyes and continued to play.

It's just that the frequency of the fingertips is faster.

The shadow of the blockbuster also changed strangely as the rhythm of the lullaby accelerated.

The shadow is also beating.

Bang bang bang...

It seems that the human heart is beating.

It blends with the piano sound to form a more evil melody.

In the whole voodoo.

Those voodoo members who fell into a dream and fell asleep on the ground, at this moment, their bodies trembled, and then their arms were all supported on the ground, and they stood up swayingly.

Consciousness sinks into a dream.

The body goes numb.

This is the true portrayal of the voodoo.

Du Wei is not a good person.

This has been fully reflected from the very beginning.

His calmness and reason are deliberate.

Only for things, not for people.

He never kills by himself, not because he has a bottom line in his heart, but because he feels unnecessary. Killing by himself means trouble.

But it doesn't mean that he really doesn't know how to do it.

Voodoo's behavior towards Minette's head made him very dissatisfied.

So what he is doing now is to kidnap the entire voodoo and separate their souls from their bodies. The former is in a dream and the latter is trapped in reality.

This is Minette.

If it were Alex, or Tom, Father Tony, or Ryan died for some reason, and the power had done this kind of thing, it would have been all dead long ago.

There is no so-called kidnapping.

The voodoos stood up swayingly one by one, and then opened their eyes, and there was only a thick void and dead silence in their eyes.

Although still alive, it is more like a corpse.

Immediately afterwards.

They talked and laughed.

It doesn't look any different from before.

It's as if the evil spirits do not exist, and the sleeping song does not exist.

In fact, reality and dreams are gradually being confused.

therefore.

When Marcus and others looked in Du Wei's direction, they were extremely surprised by the sights they saw along the way.

Stopped a believer.

Marcus asked coldly: "What happened, what about those evil spirits?"

The disciples replied: "Master Hunter, what do you mean? What evil spirits? With all the adults, how can there be evil spirits..."

Marcus's complexion changed slightly, and he immediately grabbed the opponent's neck and stared at the opponent's eyes coldly.

The man was very frightened: "My lord, spare my life..."

Marcus said to himself: "It's not right, it's not right everywhere, what's your name?"

"Dhaka... my name is Dhaka..."

Marcus nodded, then slightly force, and snapped the opponent's neck with a click.

Then he dropped it on the ground casually.

"There is something wrong with Voodoo, but Flower of Unfading does not give me a hint. I don't know what happened, but these believers seem to have become some kind of puppets, and their will no longer belongs to them."

Marcus said so to the other hunters.

Someone immediately said coldly: "It doesn't give a hint, it means that the connection has not been interrupted, and the souls of all voodoo people still belong to it."

Others said: "The mutation was brought by the uninvited guest, kill it, and everything will naturally subside."

Marcus nodded and said, "It's true, but you can't just sit back and watch what happens to the believers. I always think that if you keep them, something will happen."

This worry is certain.

But someone hesitated and said: "There are too many followers, we can't kill them at all, use its power so that no one will find us."

"can……"

Marcus took off his coat first, revealing a dark, chapped face. The reason why he is described as chapped is that there are many cracks on his face, and the roots of plants can be seen growing inside.

The rest is the same.

Then, their breath became more and more illusory, as if it did not exist in reality, and gradually merged into the darkness.

...

The clock is ticking.

It didn't take long for Marcus and the others to come to an empty area.

The melodious piano sound is extremely peaceful.

It makes people sleepy when they listen.

But Marcus and the others were not affected, one by one coldly looked at the existence who was in the shadows, turned their backs to them, and was playing the piano.

On the side, there was also an evil spirit wearing a red and green sweater.

The evil spirit turned his head to look at them, showing their hideous white teeth, and his smile was full of cruelty.

Marcus locked the master.

He didn't care about the evil spirits beside him, just extended his index finger with others and placed it in front of his mouth.

"Shhh..."

The piano sound was immediately blocked.

Then, they whispered: "Praise you, the perfect thing that never fades. Everything in the world is the shell that nourishes you, and all the beauty is a portrayal of you."

The outline of a flower immediately appeared in their eyes.

A certain force also worked.

But immediately after ~www.NovelMTL.com~ something that Marcus and the others could not understand happened, the other party should have appeared in their eyes like them, and they were part of the unfading flowers, but what actually happened None happened.

At this time.

Du Wei hit the last note.

He turned his head and looked at Marcus and others.

"It turns out that this is the flower that does not wither. If it is not in a dream, I am afraid that even I will be affected and become its nourishment."

"But fortunately, this is a dream. Although I can't kill it, it can't help me."

Marcus's expression changed: "Dream? How could it be possible, our consciousness can never be pulled into a dream by you."

Du Wei said coldly: "You are wrong. There are flowers that are not withering. I can't pull you into your dreams. In fact, I don't have the ability. I just created a dream, and it happened that you were gone. Come in."

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