There was no moonlight in the sky, and the only light that could be illuminated was the ship's lights and candles.

In the dim light, the rhythm of the drums and dances gradually increased, Zumbi's calm expression became fierce, his eyes were red, and he shouted feverishly at the statue, constantly splashing the air with a pungent smell of powder, cold liquid, and shaking his hands on the heads of each passenger as if he were casting a spell.

"Damn it!" Scott covered his mouth and muttered in disgust, "Saliva squirted into my mouth, it smelled of garlic!" ”

"You should be happy. The sorcerer's saliva is magical, and garlic can also disinfect and ward off evil spirits, and will teach you to become stronger and more sacred," Katie quipped into his ear, and then when she saw her father make a silent gesture, she covered her mouth and cautiously looked around at the dark space around her, gazing at the bottomless water below the ship.

The boat moved slowly, the propellers rattling, stirring the water like a cauldron, and the crocodiles wagged their long tails and meandered in the splash.

After a full quarter of an hour, the boat sailed from shallow to deep water, and Faraj stopped beating drums.

Zumbi, who had worked so hard that he was sweating profusely, let out one last high-pitched scream, and raised his trembling hand in prostration, pointing to the darkness to the right.

Everyone couldn't help but look at the situation, but they only saw a dead mist.

The old man asked, "Was the summoning ceremony successful, Mr. Zumbi?" ”

The black man sweated profusely and nodded, "Lowa has answered my call to bring the reborn corpse back to earth." ”

"Poof!" Gretchen couldn't stand the black man's nonsense, and buried his head in his boyfriend's arms, his shoulders trembling.

"But you can't see anything, where is the ghost you summoned?" The punk man asked,

"Shh

Zumbi suddenly extinguished the ship's lights and candles.

Darkness falls.

The fog on the right side of the boat quickly dissipated, and the outline of an island appeared, and the alder trees stood quietly on the shore, like tourists waiting for the ferry, waving to everyone on board with the breeze.

Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath, and in the dark air of the alder bushes on the shore, there were dots of yellow light.

Dean could see that it was a swarm of fireflies, but the others didn't have his outstanding eyesight and saw all sorts of strange things.

"I see something, is it a flashlight?" The old lady grabbed the old man's arm and looked nervously at the shore,

"The flashlight isn't so dim, it's probably the crocodile's eyes reflecting," the pastor said, hugging a pair of excited children, "I've seen it on the TV." ”

The punk man retorted, "If there is no moon and no lights, what light is there?" ”

The crowd continued to stare intently at the shore, and more bright spots were emerging, piecing together a glowing silhouette, like a strong man standing in a alder forest staring at it obsessively.

"See them all, folks, it's the light and shadow hidden in the darkness, the trail of the rejuvenating corpse after crawling out of the lake... We're going to keep up! Zumbi sped up and drove the boat toward the shore, the bow breaking the waves, leaving ripples in the stern, "Look at that! The reaved corpse has left the swamp and entered the island house, prepared dinner for us, and disembarked! ”

The excited crowd went ashore in the alder forest, and Zumbi gave a flashlight.

Scott couldn't wait to take a look into the wet mud on the shore, and as if he had found a miracle, he shouted, "There are footprints on the ground!" ”

Gretchen squatted down, his fingers compared with the footprints filled with stagnant water, and his face was serious, "According to the size of the footprints, the owner of the footprints is at least 6.5 or 6.6 feet tall and very strong. ”

Zumbi and his daughter Faraj looked at each other and smiled, "That's right, this is my rejuvenated corpse, follow the footprints to reach the end, hurry up, get off the shore, be careful of being dragged into the water by crocodiles!" ”

A group of people walked down the forest path deeper into the island.

For safety, Dean put on ghost armor and life shields, and wrapped Gretchen with a telekinesis barrier.

Crickets and frogs chirp in the bushes, crocodiles crank through the water, owls flutter their wings and catch a mouse on a branch.

Scott's alert flashlight shone through the surrounding woods, "Zumbi wizard, I have a question, the meaning of resurrection in the resurrection corpse is reincarnation, right?" ”

"That's right."

"And what was its identity before it died?"

The black man laughed and bared his white teeth at everyone, "There is an old man named Crowley who lives alone on Honey Island, and one night, he drank too much wine and accidentally fell into the lake while going out to breathe, and was drowned in it. I used Voodoo magic to resurrect Mr. Crowley and make him my right-hand man to take care of the island's daily chores. ”

Hearing this, Katie clenched her hands and asked eagerly, "Can you resurrect the other dead?" ”

"I'm sorry, I can't," Faraj replied, "Only less than one in 100,000 people with a special constitution can only become a reincarnated corpse if they meet a large number of special conditions." We can't help you resurrect your friends and family. ”

Katie hung her head gloomily.

Jacob put his arm around his daughter's shoulder, kissed the cross on his chest, and said in a pious tone, "Those who have died cannot make any more choices, and even God cannot save the living dead." The so-called rejuvenated corpse never exists. ”

As if insulted, Zumbi glared at the priest and shook his head, "God can't, but our gods of Lova can." After all, even Jesus Christ and the Virgin Mary are just one of the gods of our voodoo religion. ”

A group of people looked puzzled, how can voodoo have anything to do with God?

"In Haiti and in New Orleans, Voodoo and Catholicism are closely combined, and many Voodoo believers are also Catholic, connecting Catholic saints and icons with the gods of Lova, like me and Zumbi, we believe in many gods. ”

"Is this a religious syncretism? It's too casual. Dean rubbed his chin, as a person who had seen gods, he was curious about what kind of attitude these gods would have when they knew that their own believers were so messy.

……

Half an hour of night walking.

"It's the place."

Zumbi stopped, and a few dozen meters ahead, a slowly rising slope appeared in a lush alder forest, and at the top of the slope sat a holiday cottage made of pure wood.

The exterior walls of the hut do not see the vines and fallen leaves that are common in the forest, it is clean and refreshing, and it is obvious that someone has cleaned it regularly.

At this moment, the wooden door opens to everyone, revealing bright and warm lights, and the chimney on the roof emits curling smoke, reminiscent of the warmth of home when tired people return late at night.

Zumbi raised his hands and motioned for everyone to stop,

"I'll say hello to the reaved corpse first."

He shouted from afar towards the house,

"Mr. Crowley... Crowley..."

A long call echoed through the trees.

"Quick, I'm going to take a picture of the rejuvenated corpse!" The red-haired punk man can't wait to rush forward,

Faraj quickly stopped him, "I'm sorry, you can't see the Reincarnated Corpse, it is transformed from the dead, and it is full of corruption and decay. And we are living people, and we will collide with its dead breath and affect its normal functioning. So it cleaned up the room and left after it was ready for dinner. ”

"Wadefa?" The punk man shook his head in disappointment, "So we can't see ghosts?" ”

"The rejuvenated corpse has left many traces... It's enough to feast your eyes! Zumbi hurriedly explained, "We are also arranging this for your safety, it is very unseemly, it is easy to frighten the beautiful young lady, and make you have nightmares all night. ”

"We're here to chase excitement, have nightmares, and can't see the soul corpse, you are liars, and you must return the money!" The punk man gave Zumbi a middle finger and then rushed up the hill with his two female companions, shouting as he ran, "Mr. Crowley, don't rush to leave, take a picture with me!" ”

Scott hurried to follow, but was held back by Katie.

Pastor Jacob shook his head and smiled at the old couple, and decades of life experience instantly made them understand the fake tricks of this voodoo magician, and they were both relieved and relieved.

And Dean looked at Gretchen, who was biting his ear with Faraji, and suddenly his heart sank, and his steps froze.

Look at the top of the slope.

In the dark night, there was a sudden sound of whirring through the air.

Without warning, a spherical object flew out from behind the door of the cabin, like a bowling ball, and drew a parabola in mid-air, hitting the chest of the red-haired punk man running at the front.

The punk man clutched his chest and fell backwards with a groan, bumping into two leather-clad women and sitting down on the slope together.

The ball bounced to the ground, spilling a dark cloud of liquid, and rolled down the slope, dragging a red trail in the faint light to the feet of a group of people.

Several pairs of eyes turned upward, and the oval sphere was facing in their direction, revealing a man's face with round eyes and a distorted expression, full of horror and blood.

The jagged stubble of the broken neck was still dripping blood.

It was a freshly cut off human head.

There was a moment of dead silence in the air, and the lively and cheerful atmosphere suddenly changed to tension and fear.

"Ah!!!h

A throat-piercing cry rang out.

Katie stood there trembling and screaming.

Scott stood in front of his sister, and was quickly dragged behind him by the old priest.

"God! Dead! ”

The old couple snuggled up to each other, their eyes white and fainted.

Zumbby looked at the familiar face of the partner on the ground, and covered his mouth tremblingly, without a trace of the confident demeanor of a magic stick.

Gretchen and Faraj immediately bowed down like provoked beasts, drew their pistols and ran up the slope.

Dean followed, wrapping his eyes in life energy and looking at the sloping top cabin.

After the human head flew out.

A large shadow rushed through the door, into the light.

He was over two meters tall and wore a blue denim bib with no shirt underneath, revealing his bare arms and chest.

And these exposed dark brown skins are covered with terrifying scorched scars like tumbling centipedes, and the muscles of the lumps bulge like rocks and are full of explosive power.

But the most striking thing was his head, with cataract-like cloudy eyes, a lion's nose turned outward, bulging lips, a few teeth that were badly worn out like an old man, half of his ears missing, and his facial features seemed to come from several different corpses, squeezed together at strange angles on his uneven, extremely incongruous face.

He is like a resentful and malicious sculptor, a deformed warrior statue made of the most crude and rudimentary means, and the foul stench of mud.

Roar!

He let out a chilling roar, raised a blood-stained hatchet in his right hand, and charged towards the three young men at the top of the slope who were crying out for a picture with him.

Behind the bulging bare head, sparse black-haired willow branches fluttered, and there was no trace of pity and humanity in the miserable white pupils.

The limping running posture is extremely comical, but the speed is as fast as lightning.

The three punk youths had no time to get up from the ground before the big man had already pounced in front of them.

The blades of the axes reflect a deadly glow, intending to devour their souls and stop their hearts.

At the last moment.

Bang bang bang!

Bullets in the air!

The big man of the charge slammed into shape, and several bullet holes burst open in his chest, and the powerful impact of the bullet made him stand on the spot and tremble.

The sound of gunfire woke up the three punk youths who had fallen to the ground, and they fled down the hill, staggering past the oncoming Gretchen and Faraj and running towards Zumbi's group.

The two policewomen calmly approached, their index fingers pulled continuously, and emptied the magazine in one go.

When the gunfire stopped, the denim overalls on the opposite side were like punctured cowhide water bags, and streams of blood shot out of countless holes in the body, falling to their feet and gathering into pools of blood.

But the injuries that were enough to kill ordinary people ten times only made him break his skin, and his fierce aura did not diminish at all, and his cold gaze turned to the two policewomen who had emptied the magazine.

Yes!

The massive body rose from the ground and leaped into the air like an arrow, slamming into Gretchen.

With a swing of the short-handled axe in her right hand, two meters away, the policewoman felt a cold air passing by, and a large area of fine goosebumps appeared on her slender snow-white neck.

Doom hangs over her world!

She tried her best to mobilize her body to dodge, but her body couldn't keep up with her mental reaction.

The speed of the other party is too fast, beyond the reach of human beings.

The hatchet dilated infinitely in her pupils, instantly slashing her face without causing the slightest pain.

The blade of the axe was ten centimeters from Gretchen's cheek, and it was blocked by an invisible transparent shield, and she didn't even hurt a single hair.

Grechen held his breath in shock.

Followed by.

Zizi –

The air exploded, and a white electric current swooped out from behind her like a giant python with a coiled body, causing her right cheek to tingle and dazzle her eyes.

The electric python pounced on the big man in front of him, slammed into his chest, and poured all over his body.

Arcs of white sandworm-like lightning rolled over his jeans, and the powerful heat instantly roasted the hunk's internal organs and ignited his body.

Endless fire erupted from his features, and his eyes widened in agony.

And in his pupils, a figure in sportswear was suddenly reflected-

Dean jumped past Gretchen and leaped in front of the big man like lightning.

The muscles of the right leg tensed and accumulated, and the ground of the bluestone slab under his feet collapsed into a footprint, and the middle whip leg was thrown out!

Bang!

The air is broken, and the sound explodes!

As if hit by a battering ram, the flaming mass flew back ten meters into the wooden house, breaking three pillars, collapsing a wooden wall, and sliding to the ground like a tattered puppet.

The waist, muscles, ribs, and spine between the chest and thighs were all kicked with one leg, and only a layer of flesh was left connecting the upper and lower body.

Dean's figure flashed, and he flew into the wooden house after the big man, slamming the wooden door shut with his telekinesis.

Divide the world in half.

This violent change of lightning and flint only happened in a second.

Gretchen, Faraj, and everyone saw only a flash of fire, a short, violent sonic boom, and then the terrifying figure of the brachyaxe was missing.

At the same time, the entire wooden house in front of him began to shake terribly.

……

Dean flew in front of this half-dead, deformed ogre that looked like a bear mountain road, and his life strength was comparable to that of a beta wolf, and looked down condescendingly,

"What are you? Voodoo reincarnate? ”

Roar! Ahh

The strange man opened his bloody mouth and roared with spittle.

"Can't speak?"

Dean raised his right fist, the blade of which flashed with flaming white light.

Aiming at the muddy ugly face and falling.

Bang!

The whole wooden house trembled, and the floor of the living room was dented by a pit the size of a head.

The surging life energy was like a detonated bomb, blowing the monster's head to pieces.

Countless red, white, and green splashed like fountains on most of the floors and walls.

But when he flew to Dean, he was bounced off by the surging life shield of water.

"Immortal?"

Dean raised an eyebrow as he looked at his minced head on the ground.

Bang bang bang!

Dean aimed at every part of the corpse's body, smashing his fists wildly.

The shadows of the fists rained down from the sky, rubble and flesh flew, and the ground burst into bloody and blurred holes one after another.

Bang bang bang!

A small earthquake erupted in the house, the ceiling beams cracked, the windows shattered, and shards of crystal glass poured down.

Bang bang bang!

There was a huge pit in the center of the hall, and the two-meter-high strong man in the pit was smashed into a puddle of flesh.

"Not dead yet!"

Dean stood up and parted the five fingers of his right hand.

Every piece of flesh and blood in the entire hall was swept into the center by an invisible force and suspended in mid-air, like pieces of a puzzle.

Dean folded his fingers.

In the air, there seemed to be several compressors squeezing inward at the same time, and countless flesh and blood quickly gathered in one place, shrinking into a blood-colored sphere the size of a football.

Dean grabbed it with his left hand, grabbed ten poisoned arrows from the space, ten demon-breaking arrows, and threw it.

Whoosh –

The arrows pierced into the blood ball, and wisps of earthworm-like toxin swept in, staining it black.

Crackling.

White light flickered, and slender arcs of electricity emerged from the void, burrowing into the orb of flesh in all directions.

Jumping, raging, burning.

Zizizi——

Under the incessant baking of the electric current, a huge amount of heat ignited the blood ball, and then, as if it had reached a certain limit, the fireball suddenly spread out in all directions, turning into countless black dust and annihilating in the air.

A jet-black light flew into Dean's body in the dust.

He seemed to have been pricked by a needle, he snorted unconsciously, his chest was tight, his hands and feet were heavy, his life energy was weakened, and his body seemed to be affected by a strange way.

And there is still no kill prompt in the system.

"Isn't this guy as unkillable as a dead skin? It also comes with anti-injury? ”

(End of chapter)