In many Hollywood horror movies, voodoo dolls can often be seen.

In the story, the hero and heroine often find a voodoo doll that has been sitting in the corner for a long time.

Then, they experience a series of horrific events, and the cause of those horrific events is nothing more than the evil spirits that live in the voodoo dolls want to take the bodies of the heroes and heroines.

At the end of the story, it usually ends with the death or escape of the hero and heroine, and as for the voodoo doll, he can only stay in the corner, waiting for the next unlucky guy to be discovered.

However, Clark's world is not a Hollywood horror movie.

"For the voodoo wizard, it is only when someone else rediscovers his voodoo doll that he can manipulate them to perform all kinds of evil spell rituals, or to seize their bodies, or to refine new corpses.

So in Benin and Haiti, the locals often fear the old voodoo dolls hidden in the middle of nowhere, believing them to have been cursed by voodoo wizards. ”

Clark continued Hermione's words.

However, some outsiders are unaware of this, and even curious tourists often suffer because of this.

This also proves that although the voodoo doll is magical, it also has to follow the basic conservation of energy, and in the absence of a driving force, a wooden doll will not move on its own. ”

"So......" said Clark with certainty, "every voodoo wizard is tormented by how to hide his voodoo doll." ”

"If they don't hide well enough, they may be found by their enemies, and life and death will be up to them.

And if it is hidden too hidden, if no ordinary people find out for thousands of years, it will be over! ”

Clark looked at the voodoo wizard hanging on the wall with a smile: "The one in front of you should be too hidden!" ”

"So he's afraid that we'll destroy his body, but he's not so afraid of us, because he thinks we won't be able to find the voodoo doll he's hiding, right?"

Laura looked at the voodoo wizard with a sigh, her eyes full of pity, this guy would immediately know how terrifying the child in front of him would be.

"Yes, we're not prophets, so we don't know where his voodoo doll is hiding."

When the voodoo wizard heard this, there was excitement in his eyes.

However, the next moment, Clark sneered and dispelled his elation: "But for me, this matter is not so troublesome at all." ”

"Voodoo spells are indeed cruel, mysterious, and unique.

But than the means are cruel and ruthless, sorry...... I haven't lost yet. ”

There was a hint of mockery in Clark's voice, and he leaned in front of the voodoo wizard and whispered, "It seems that you don't feel the real fear yet, otherwise you wouldn't have played so much care with me......"

The voodoo wizard stared into his eyes, trying to see a little bluff in them.

However, he could not see anything, and in those dark golden pupils, there was only arrogance and indifference, as if he were a butcher, looking at the lamb to the slaughter.

Don't...... Does he really have a way to hurt his own soul by resurrecting the corpse?

The voodoo wizard held back the fear in his heart and shouted frantically, "What are you going to do? If you destroy my body, I won't tell you anything! ”

Unmoved, Clark continued the unfinished ritual by piling some jewels at his feet, then fetching papyrus with all kinds of knowledge written on it, pasting it around him, and drawing a god of wisdom, knowledge, and magic in blood in the middle of his forehead.

When all this was done, the soul of the voodoo wizard began to frantically sound alarms, and he vaguely felt as if there was some powerful and mysterious being ready to descend at any moment.

The pressure projected from a higher dimension made him cry with fear.

He was all too familiar with this feeling of oppression that descended directly on his soul, and he could sense this pressure from the totemic statue in the center of the voodoo shrine at the great sacrifice every four years.

Although the intensity and feeling of the two are different, the oppression of the soul that belongs to God is the same.

Yes, like voodoo, this little guy in front of him actually sacrificed an evil god!

Didn't he know that every evil god would be strangled by the forces of the transcendent world?

The voodoo wizard's heart was completely shattered, and he wailed: "Don't, don't, please, I cooperate, I will cooperate with everything, my voodoo doll is hidden in ......"

Clark's face relaxed, "Very good, what did you say you did earlier, wasting so much of my time in vain." ”

"It's a pity, you're still too cowardly!" Clark leaned into the voodoo wizard's ear and said.

"Actually, seeing that you chose the Possessed Voodoo Doll, I knew you were a coward.

The voodoo wizard who is really not afraid of life and death can only refine the stand-in doll, and then transfer the damage he has suffered to the stand-in doll, that kind of voodoo wizard really dares to pick up a knife and fight with people!

And you coward, who only thinks about fake death, is not worthy of my easy trust! ”

Clark paused, then took what Neville had just brought.

Woven from hair, smeared with blood, and carved into a skeleton from the bones of the body, which was also engraved with witch charms.

Such a rudimentary voodoo doll, held in his hand, immediately had a gloomy and cold aura, like a poisonous snake, wrapped around a person's arm.

Clark hung the voodoo doll on the javelin on the voodoo wizard's chest, and then pulled out the illuminated idol he had acquired last semester from his magic pocket.

When the voodoo wizard saw what was in Clark's hand, he immediately struggled frantically, and he tried to pull out the javelin in his heart, but Neville struck first, pinning two sacrificial daggers to his palm.

As if fearing that this would not be enough, Neville pinned his dagger to his foot again, and the wizard collapsed against the wall like a large insect specimen.

Clark looked at him and frowned: "Why do you put him in such a ghostly appearance, this is the image of the crucifixion of the Son Jesus, we are wizards, not the judges of the church." And he doesn't deserve it! ”

Neville snapped the voodoo wizard's legs apart and pinned them to the wall, but the wizard on the wall didn't thank him for the action.

With the idol in his hand, Clark began to sacrifice to the so-called God of Wisdom, Knowledge and Magic, and the sacrifice was the voodoo doll of the voodoo wizard in front of him.

"O dear God of Wisdom, Knowledge, and Magic, you are the recorder of knowledge, the creator of magic, and the protector of wizards.

Magic flows through you, and knowledge endures because of you.

Here, devout believers present you with this magical voodoo doll in the hope that you can guide us in the direction of progress. ”

At this moment, the voodoo wizard felt a deep fear, he opened his mouth wide, but he could only let out a silent scream, because the next moment, some kind of turbulent and surging power completely descended on the voodoo doll's body, cutting off its connection with the resurrected corpse.

On the other side, Clark also felt the satisfaction and pleasure coming from the fragment of Godhead in his mind.

Although he did not kill the sacrifice, offering the soul of an unbeliever to the god, Clarke's act can also be regarded as a blood sacrifice.

For a god, blood sacrifices are delicious and harmful.

Every soul is the natural spiritual crystallization of heaven and earth, and it is a treasure that even the devil values very much.

In the ancient tribal era, when warriors caught enemies, they would often behead captives under their own totem poles, carry out blood sacrifices, and feed their ancestral spirits with the souls of these dead.

This ancient method of sacrifice is still used by evil gods to this day, because it is indeed an excellent way to increase the power of the gods.

For the gods, the fear and resentment of the sacrifice before the soul is devoured, like the spicy stimulation of human eating, will make them feel strange and different.

And those devoured spirits will also make them stronger.

However, these special stimuli and ways to quickly increase their strength will only make those gods who enjoy the blood sacrifice gradually become obsessed with it, and they will take it even harder.

At the same time, the resentment that haunts them will hasten their downfall.

As a result, some prescient righteous gods, after becoming stronger, soon abolished the sacrificial method of blood sacrifice. And those evil gods and demon gods who enjoyed blood sacrifices were quickly defeated and sealed by the righteous gods.

Fortunately, this [God of Wisdom, Knowledge and Magic] is a fiction created by Clark, and he did not directly sacrifice blood to the [God of Knowledge], and there is a layer in between.

At the same time, the fragment of the Godhead of the [God of Knowledge] was still in his mind, so Clark's behavior was actually worshipping himself.

Therefore, although he still can't completely control the fragment of the godhead of the [God of Knowledge], it is still possible to change the process of sacrifice with a little influence.

Feeling the sound of prayer in his head, Clark evoked the fragment of the Godhead of the God of Knowledge and refused to devour the soul of the Voodoo doll.

The Voodoo wizard's soul was reconnected with his resurrected corpse, but before he could recover from the joy of escaping death, a dark blue flame suddenly set his voodoo doll on fire.

Faced with the food that comes to his mouth, Clark has no habit of giving up.

The burning pain of a soul causing the voodoo wizard to let out an earth-shattering scream.

Even Hermione, who was standing beside her, was a little unbearable to see when they heard this heart-rending voice, and turned their heads to avoid looking directly at his struggle.

Fortunately, after a few seconds of burning, the flame was extinguished!

After a while, the voodoo wizard also stopped screaming, he looked at his voodoo doll, and said excitedly, "I'm fine...... Ha ha! I'm fine! ”

Neville and Laura turned their heads, noticing that he did look neutral, not like he had been tortured.

Only Hermione noticed that the voodoo doll's chest was branded as the god of wisdom, knowledge, and magic.

She glanced sympathetically at the glad Wizard of Voodoo, and there was a rare silence for him for three seconds.

A few minutes later, the voodoo wizard with a dead face, like a bamboo tube pouring beans, said everything.

"You said you were so honest earlier, wouldn't it be good?"

Clark patted the Wizard of Volodus on the shoulder, ignoring the tearless expression on the other party's face, "Alright, then you can help us prepare the equipment and supplies for our adventure deep into the desert, and then wait for my news." ”

After saying that, he took Hermione and the others with him, turned around and prepared to leave this place.

The voodoo wizard opened his mouth behind them, but as Clark waved goodbye with the voodoo doll, he could only watch the four of them leave with a nervous expression.

Leaving the gloomy burial chamber and returning to the bright sunlight, Laura couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

For her, everything just now was still too depressing.

But after relaxing, she asked Clark again, "Can we really trust that guy?" ”

Clark smiled and patted the pocket containing the voodoo doll, but the confident look dispelled the last scruples in Laura's heart.

Having achieved the main purpose of this trip, the four of them did not intend to stay in this "city of the dead" for a long time, and according to the memory of the time they came, they prepared to leave the same way.

It's just that less than two blocks from the exit of the "City of the Dead" they encountered a new mess.

A group of residents living in the "City of the Dead" are forming a circle, punching and kicking the two guys in the center, and hurting their hands.

Looking at the clothes on their bodies, they look like two exotic tourists who have strayed into the "City of the Dead".

Therefore, although the inhabitants of the city of the dead hated them very much, they still left room for action and did not use weapons.

Therefore, seeing that the two would only suffer a little flesh and skin, Clark and the others also avoided the brawl and did not have the intention of causing trouble.

But just as they were about to leave the group behind, Clark suddenly heard a familiar voice.

He was sure he had heard it correctly, it was Mandarin with a round voice.

"I said Wang Fatty, can't you take care of your pig's trotters well? Give back what you just stole to someone! ”

"Hey, can you blame me, isn't it Lao Hu You said that this place is backed by green mountains, facing green water, Tibetan wind gathers qi, and gathers the aura of heaven and earth, is it the best place in Cairo Feng Shui and the most likely place to have treasures?

As a result, there are a lot of graves here, and there are really few treasures.

Oops...... Don't fight, don't fight, I'll ...... I'll ......"

The chattering voices and the vernacular of the locals were hard to distinguish, but Clark caught the message in an instant.

The four joys of life, meeting old acquaintances in other places.

Although Clark is an authentic Englishman on the outside, his soul has always come from the vast land of Kyushu and the central country.

"What's wrong?"

Hermione asked curiously when she saw him stop.

Clark turned his head to look at the pile of people not far away, and a big smile appeared on his face.

"It's okay, I just found something interesting."

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