As the territory of the French Spaniards, New Orleans not only still retains the famous French Quarter, but even the buildings on both sides of the street are full of French and Spanish warmth and elegance. The Mediterranean blue doors and palm-colored walls complement each other, large oil paintings are hung by the painter casually outside the door, and street artists dressed in various colors play the accordion and trombone on the street, stopping time in a hurry.

On St. Louis Avenue in the center of New Orleans, the noisy jazz music began to calm down, and the whole street seemed to enter another city, on the corner of the street, there was a row of white double-story sharp corner buildings, which was the most characteristic and luxurious cemetery in New Orleans, which was used as a tourist attraction by the government, and although there were not many pedestrians at the moment, it was not desolate.

The sparse crowd, the crows gliding back and forth, and the occasional noisy visitor or two, everyone's expression was particularly solemn, rendering the silence of this cemetery.

Among the sparse pedestrians, a yellow-skinned man stood out because he had been standing in front of a cemetery for a long time.

There aren't many Asian-American tourists visiting New Orleans, but not one or two, but he's the only one who stands there for a long time.

It is impossible to help but look sideways.

This yellow-skinned man also has something special in his appearance. His nose is a bit straight and long like that of a Frenchman, but the contours of his facial features are not deep, and such a prominent nose makes people feel particularly ruthless.

The weather in New Orleans today was not good, and although there was sunshine, the sky was sallow, which made his skin even worse, as if he was malnourished. He didn't care about it himself, just touched every English on the tombstone with his hand, tinkered with his mobile phone for a while, and then hung his head.

"Anna Leigh Layton. Where the hell are you buried? I've searched almost every cemetery in New Orleans, and I can't find you. He left the cemetery boringly, and then walked out slowly, "You must be found by the Supreme Witch of the previous generation, my mission this time is all up to you...... Whether it's a witch or those bastards, I'm going to make them pay......"

This man turned out to be the adventurer who had entered the mission world with Jiang Chuge and them before, but he didn't know what he was doing by wandering around the cemetery at the moment.

Looking at his anxious look, he thought that this Anna Leighton in his mouth was something important.

Of course, it is important, his strengthening skills must rely on powerful corpses and souls to function, and in this world, there is no one more powerful than every Supreme Witch.

The hook-nosed man had been searching for the three major cemeteries in New Orleans for half a day, but he found nothing, and he couldn't help but feel a little anxious, if he really couldn't find the most powerful corpse, he was just a joke in the eyes of others.

He didn't want to be a joke for others, at least when he stepped into the final city, he made up his mind.

"Hey, mortal, if you're trying to find Anna Leigh's bones, you're doing the wrong thing."

Just as the hook-nosed man was pondering, a sinister voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

He was startled and immediately jumped backwards, his hands beginning to seal, but when he saw the appearance of the comer, all movements suddenly stopped, and he knew the strange man in front of him who covered his entire face with white foundation.

This man is arguably the most mysterious character in the story of the Witches' Gathering, half-human, half-god, wandering between yin and yang, and even the souls of the Voodoo Queen and the Supreme Witch have not escaped his clutches.

Such a character is not something that a rookie adventurer like him can deal with, his strength is too far behind, and no matter how desperate he is, he will only make his death more ugly, so he simply gave up all resistance, looked at the strange man and said, "Daddy Legba, what kind of wind blew you over?" ”

"You mere mortals seem to like to use the same words to speak, no, no......" Father Legba shook his head helplessly, leaning on crutches in one hand and plucking his ear with the other.

However, the hook-nosed man didn't eat this, even if he didn't know who Legba was in the story, but he could see the cunning in the other party's scarlet eyes, he just snorted slightly, "I remember that you will only show up to enjoy their sacrifices if you desperately pray for people who need you, I didn't pray that I need you, how did you end up here." ”

"No, no, no," replied Regba, shaking his index finger and shushing, "you may not have prayed to me, but you need me so badly right now." ”

"As a mortal who is not in this world, you have the audacity to dare to fight the idea of a descendant of Tituba," Regba looked at the hook-nosed man who began to panic, not worried that the other party would escape, and cracked his mouth, "However, I like it very much." ”

Regba's smile looked obscene, but at this moment it became the most terrifying expression in the eyes of the hook-nosed man.

He knows he's not from this world!

The hook-nosed man seemed to be scared at last.

For every person in the Final City, every time they enter the mission world, their identity is their biggest secret, and this secret is suddenly broken at this moment, and no one's heart will be undisturbed.

Completely unable to hear the last words of Daddy Regba, the hook-nosed man turned around and tried to escape. It was only at this moment that he realized that the surrounding environment was so quiet, there was not even a trace of insects in the cemetery grass, and there was not the slightest swing in the treetops and leaf tips, as if the world had stood still, and only he and Father Legba could move.

"Mortal, I forgot to tell you that I have lived for hundreds of years, and no one has been able to escape from my realm."

Daddy Legba walked up on crutches and came to the hook-nosed man, looked at the man who was already trembling in front of him, shook his head, and then gently stretched out his dark hand, palmed his chin, and lifted him up!

"Don't shake...... Yes, that's right, mortal...... Daddy Legba likes you a lot and brings you the best deal...... Daddy knows that you want to resurrect the last Supreme Witch and control her, although I don't know what method you use, but Daddy can tell you clearly, it doesn't work...... Except for a few witches, all the souls of witches are under the protection of Tituba, and you can't resurrect them completely without my help......"

He pulled the hook-nosed man towards him, his scarlet eyes as terrifying as a wolf, "So Daddy brought you the best deal, Daddy can help you steal the soul of the previous Supreme Witch, and even help you find the corpses of these Supreme Witches again, I just need you to help me do a small thing, that's it......"

Daddy Regba looked at the hook-nosed man's flustered expression, as if he had just taken his favorite drug.

"Hahaha......"

A shriveled and terrifying whisper crept out of the graveyard through the realm, and the salallow sky seemed to be even darker.