There was no moonlight in the sky, and the only illumination was the ship's lights and candlelight.
In the dim light, the rhythm of the drums and dance gradually accelerated. Zumbi's calm expression became fierce, his eyes turned red, he shouted fanatically at the statue, and kept sprinkling pungent-smelling powder and cold liquid into the air. liquid, holding each passenger's head in his hands and shaking it, as if casting a spell.
"Damn it!" Scott muttered in disgust, covering his mouth, "The saliva is spraying into my mouth, it smells like garlic!"
"You should be happy. The wizard's saliva has magic power, and garlic can also disinfect and ward off evil spirits. It will teach you to become stronger and more holy," Katie joked in his ear, and then her father made a silent gesture. After making a gesture, he covered his mouth and carefully looked around at the dark space around him, staring at the bottomless water below the boat.
The boat was moving slowly, the propellers made a roaring sound, and the water was boiling like a cauldron. In the splashing water, crocodiles swung their long flat tails and meandered around.
After a full quarter of an hour, the cruise ship sailed from the shallow water area into the deep water area, and Farage stopped playing the drum.
Zumbi, who had performed so hard that he was sweating profusely, let out one last high-pitched scream and raised his trembling fingers toward the darkness on the right as if he was exhausted.
Everyone looked involuntarily, but only saw a dead fog.
The old man asked, "Did the summoning ceremony succeed, Mr. Zumby?"
The black man nodded, sweating profusely, "Lowa has responded to my call and allowed the resurrected corpse to reappear in the world."
"Pfft!" Gretchen couldn't stand the black man's serious nonsense, so she buried her head in her boyfriend's arms and her shoulders trembled.
"But why can't I see anything? Where is the ghost you summoned?" the punk man asked,
"Shh!"
Zumbi suddenly extinguished the lanterns and candlelight on the ship.
Darkness falls.
The fog on the right side of the boat dissipated quickly, and the outline of an island appeared. Alder trees stood quietly on the shore, as if they were waiting for tourists on the ferry, waving to everyone on the boat with the breeze.
Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath. In the dark air among the alder bushes on the shore, little yellow lights appeared.
Dean saw that it was a group of fireflies, but others did not have his outstanding eyesight and saw all kinds of strange things.
"I saw something, is it a flashlight?" The old lady held the old man's arm and looked nervously towards the shore.
"The flashlight is not that dim. It should be the crocodile's eyes reflecting the light," the pastor said, hugging his excited son and daughter. "I saw it on TV."
The punk man retorted, "If there is no moon or lamp, what light will be reflected?"
Everyone continued to stare at the shore attentively, and more bright spots emerged, forming a glowing outline, like a strong man standing in the alder forest and staring longingly.
"You've all seen it, everyone, that's the light and shadow hidden in the darkness, the movement track left by the resurrected corpse after it crawled out of the lake... We have to follow it!" Zumbi speeded up and drove the boat towards the shore. The head broke through the waves, leaving ripples at the stern, "Look there! The resurrected corpse has left the swamp and entered the island house, preparing dinner for us, let's get off the boat!"
The extremely excited people landed at the alder forest, and Zumbi handed out a flashlight.
Scott couldn't wait to take a look into the soft mud on the shore, and shouted as if he had discovered a miracle, "There are footprints on the ground!"
Gretchen squatted down and traced the water-filled footprints with her fingers, analyzing with a serious face, "Based on 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, "Yes, this is my resurrected corpse. Just follow the footprints and you will reach the end. Hurry, leave the shore and be careful not to be dragged into the water by the crocodile!"
A group of people walked along the forest path towards the depths of the island.
For safety's sake, Dean put on the ghost armor and life shield, and wrapped Gretchen in a telepathic barrier.
Turn on the God's perspective to observe what's going on around you. Crickets and frogs chirped in the bushes, crocodiles cruised in the water and made splashing sounds. Owls fluttered through the air and caught a mouse on a branch.
Scott shone his flashlight on the surrounding woods with vigilance, "Wizard Zumbi, I have a question. The meaning of "resurrection" in the "resurrection corpse" is reincarnation from the dead, right?"
"That's right."
"Then what was its identity before death?"
The black man laughed and showed his white teeth to everyone, "There was an old man named Crowley who lived alone on Honey Island. One night, he drank too much and accidentally fell into the lake when he went out to get some air. He was drowned. Inside. I used voodoo magic to resurrect Mr. Crowley and made him my right-hand man to take care of the daily chores on the island."
When Katie heard this, she clenched her hands and asked eagerly, "Can you resurrect other dead people?"
"I'm sorry, I can't..." Faraj answered on his behalf, "Only less than one in 100,000 people with special physiques who meet a large number of special conditions can become a resurrected corpse. We can't help you resurrect your relatives and friends."
Katie hung her head sadly.
Jacob put his arms around his daughter's shoulders, kissed the cross on his chest, and said in a pious tone, "The dead can no longer make choices, and not even God can save the dead. The so-called resurrection The corpse never existed.”
As if he was insulted, Zumbi glared at the priest and shook his head, "God can't do it, but our Lowa gods can. After all, even Jesus Christ and the Virgin Mary are just one of our Voodoo Lilowa gods."
A group of people looked puzzled. How does Voodoo have anything to do with God?
Farage added to the crowd, “In Haiti and here in New Orleans, Voodoo is closely integrated with the Catholic faith. Many Voodoo believers also believe in Catholicism and associate Catholic saints and icons with the Lova deity, such as myself. And Zumbi, we believe in many gods.”
"Is this considered a fusion of religions? It's too casual." Dean rubbed his chin. As a person who has seen the gods, he was curious about the attitude of these gods when they knew that their believers were so chaotic.
…
Half hour night walk.
"We've arrived."
Zumbi stopped. A few dozen meters ahead, a slowly rising slope appeared in the lush alder forest. On the platform at the top of the slope was a holiday cabin made of pure wood.
There are no vines or fallen leaves that are common in the forest on the exterior wall of the hut. It is clean and refreshing. It is obvious that someone cleans it frequently.
At this moment, the wooden door is open to everyone, revealing bright and warm lights, and the chimney on the roof is emitting smoke, which reminds people of a warm home where people return tired late at night.
Zumbi raised his hands to signal everyone to stop.
"Let me say hello to the resurrected corpse first."
He shouted towards the house from a distance,
"Mr. Crowley...Crawley..."
A long call echoed through the trees.
"Quick, I want to take a picture of the resurrected corpse!" The red-haired punk man couldn't wait to rush forward.
Faraj quickly stopped him, "Sorry, you can't see the resurrected corpse. It is transformed from the dead and is full of corruption and decay. As living people, we will collide with its death energy and affect its normal work. .So after it tidied up the room and prepared dinner, it left on its own initiative.”
"Wadefa?" The punk man shook his head in disappointment, "So we can't see ghosts?"
"The resurrected corpse has left many traces...enough for you to feast your eyes on!" Zumbi quickly explained, "We arranged this for your safety. It looks very unseemly and can easily frighten beautiful ladies. It makes you Had nightmares all night long.”
"We are here to pursue excitement and have nightmares. If we can't see the resurrected corpse, you are a liar and must refund your money!" The punk man raised his middle finger towards Zumbi, and then quickly headed up the hillside with his two female companions. He rushed over, shouting as he ran, "Mr. Crowley, don't leave in a hurry, take a photo with me!"
Scott quickly followed, but Katie held him tightly.
Pastor Jacob and the old couple shook their heads and smiled. Their decades of life experience instantly made them understand the fake trick of this voodoo warlock, and they felt regretful and relieved at the same time.
Dean looked at Gretchen who was biting her ear with Farage, and suddenly felt a shiver in his heart and paused in his steps.
Look toward the top of the slope.
A whirring sound suddenly sounded in the dark night.
Without warning, a spherical object flew out from behind the door of the wooden house, like a thrown bowling ball. It drew a parabola in the air and hit the chest of the red-haired punk man running at the front.
The punk man clutched his chest and fell backward with an ouch. He bumped into two leather-clad women and sat down on the slope together.
The ball fell to the ground, splashing out a piece of gray liquid, and then rolled down the slope, leaving a red trail in the dim light, and rolled to the feet of a group of people.
Several pairs of eyes turned up, and the ellipse revealed a man's face with round eyes, a distorted expression, and full of fear and blood in their direction.
The jagged bones in the broken neck were still dripping with blood.
This is a freshly chopped off head.
There was a moment of dead silence in the air, and the lively and cheerful atmosphere suddenly turned into tension and fear.
"ah!!!!"
A throat-breaking scream rang out.
Katie stood shaking and screaming.
Scott stood in front of his sister, and was quickly pulled behind him by the old pastor.
"God! People are dead!"
The old couple leaned on each other and fainted with white eyes.
Zumbi looked at the familiar face of his partner on the ground, trembling all over and covering his mouth, without any trace of the confident demeanor of a magic stick.
Gretchen and Farage immediately bowed like provocative beasts, pulled out the pistols at their waists, and ran up the slope.
Dean followed behind, wrapping his eyes with life energy and looking towards the wooden house on the slope.
After the head flew out.
A huge shadow burst through the door and into the light.
He was over two meters tall and wore a pair of blue denim overalls with no shirt underneath, exposing his bare arms and chest.
The exposed dark brown skin is covered with terrifying burnt scars like rolling centipedes, and the muscles are bulging like rocks, full of explosive power.
But the most eye-catching thing is his head, with large and small cloudy eyes like cataracts, an everted lion's nose, protruding lips, a few teeth that are seriously worn out like an old man, half of his ears are missing, and his facial features are as if It came from several different corpses, huddled together at strange angles on a bumpy, extremely uncoordinated face.
He is like a sculptor full of resentment and malice, using the crudest and crudest methods and the stinking mud to create a deformed warrior statue.
Roar!
He let out a chilling roar, raised a bloody hatchet in his right hand, and charged towards the three young men at the top of the slope who were crying and wanting to take a photo with him.
Behind the bulging, bare forehead, sparse black hair fluttered like willow branches, and there was no trace of compassion or humanity in the pale pupils.
The limping running posture is extremely funny, but the speed is as fast as lightning.
The three punk youths had no time to get up from the ground before their hair stood on end. The big guy had already jumped in front of them.
The ax blade reflected the deadly light, trying to devour their souls and make their hearts stop.
At the critical moment.
Bang bang bang!
The bullet breaks through the air!
The charging big man suddenly froze, and several bullet holes exploded in his chest. The powerful impact of the warheads made him tremble as he stood.
Continuous gunshots woke up the three punk youths who fell to the ground. They ran away down the hillside in a mess, passing Gretchen and Farage who were coming towards them, and ran towards Zumby's group of companions.
The two policewomen calmly approached and emptied the magazine in one go with their index fingers.
When the gunshots stopped, the big man in denim overalls opposite him looked like a punctured cowhide water bag. Streams of blood shot out from numerous holes in his body, falling to his feet and forming a pool of blood.
But the injuries that would have killed an ordinary person ten times only left him with broken skin. His fierce aura did not diminish at all, and his cold eyes turned to the two policewomen who had emptied the magazines.
ah!
The huge body rose from the ground, jumped into the air like a sharp arrow, and hit Gretchen hard.
She swung the short-handled ax in her right hand in the air, and from two meters away, the policewoman felt a cold air pass by, and a large number of fine goose bumps appeared on her slender, snow-white neck.
Doom looms over her world!
She tried her best to mobilize her body to dodge, but her body couldn't keep up with her thinking reaction.
The opponent's speed is too fast, beyond human reach.
The hatchet magnified infinitely in the pupils and struck her in the face instantly, but it did not cause any pain.
The ax blade was ten centimeters in front of Gretchen's face and was blocked by an invisible transparent shield, not even damaging her hair.
Gretchen, who didn't understand why, held her breath in shock.
Immediately afterwards.
Sizzling——
The air exploded, and a white current rushed out from behind her like a coiled snake, causing her right cheek to tingle and blinding her eyes.
The electric python pounced on the big man in front of him, thrusting into his chest and flooding his whole body.
Strips of white sandworm-like arcs rolled on the jeans, and the powerful heat instantly cooked the big man'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 wearing sportswear suddenly reflected -
Dean passed Gretchen and jumped in front of the big man like lightning.
The muscles of his right leg tightened and accumulated strength, and the bluestone floor beneath his feet collapsed into a footprint, and the whipped leg was thrown out!
boom!
The air was broken and sonic explosions went off!
The burning big man seemed to have been hit by a battering ram, flying back ten meters and into the wooden house, breaking three pillars, collapsing a wooden wall, and sliding to the ground like a broken doll.
The muscles, ribs, and spine of the waist between the chest and thighs were all destroyed by one kick, leaving only a layer of flesh connecting the upper and lower bodies.
Dean's figure flashed, followed by the big man and flew into the wooden house, closing the wooden door heavily with his telekinesis.
Split the world in half.
This electric and violent change only happened in a second.
Gretchen, Farage, and everyone else only saw a flash of fire, heard a short and violent sonic boom, and then the terrifying figure of the strong man with a hatchet disappeared.
At the same time, the entire wooden house in front of him began to shake horribly.
…
Dean flew in front of this half-dead monster, which looked like the deformed ogre of Bear Mountain Road, and whose life strength was comparable to that of a beta wolf, and looked down from a high position.
"What are you? A resurrected corpse from the Voodoo Cult?"
Roar! Ah wow!
The weirdo opened his bloody mouth, spitting and roaring.
"Can't you speak human language?"
Dean raised his right fist, the tip of his fist flashing like a blazing white light.
Aiming at the ugly face like mud and falling.
boom!
The whole wooden house trembled, and a hole the size of a head was sunken into the floor of the living room.
The huge force wrapped in the surging life energy was like a detonated bomb, blowing the monster's head to pieces.
Countless red, white, and green colors splashed across most of the floor and walls like fountains.
But when it flew towards Dean, it was bounced away by the life shield that surged like water.
"Immortal?"
Dean looked at the head that was shattered into minced meat on the ground and raised his eyebrows.
Bang bang bang!
Dean aimed at every part of the body of the soul-returning corpse and smashed it with both fists.
Fist shadows fell like raindrops all over the sky, gravel and flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the ground exploded with bloody holes one after another.
Bang bang bang!
A mini-earthquake erupted in the house, breaking ceiling beams, shattering windows, and raining down crystal glass.
Bang bang bang!
There was a huge pit in the center of the hall, and the two-meter-tall strong man in the pit was smashed into a puddle of flesh.
"Not dead yet!"
Dean stood up and spread the fingers of his right hand.
Every piece of flesh and blood in the entire hall was rolled up and suspended in mid-air in the center by invisible forces, like pieces of a puzzle.
Dean clasped his fingers together.
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-red sphere the size of a football, spinning around.
Dean grabbed his left hand, grabbed ten poisonous arrows and ten evil-breaking arrows from the space, and flicked them.
Whizzing--
The arrow pierced the blood cell, and wisps of earthworm-like toxins rushed in, dyeing it black.
Crackling.
White light flashed, and slender arcs of electricity emerged from the void, drilling into the ball of flesh and blood in all directions.
Jumping, raging, burning.
Sizzling——
Under the continuous baking of the electric current, the huge heat ignited the blood cells. Then, the fireball seemed to have reached a certain limit, and suddenly spread out, turning into countless black dust and annihilating in the air.
A black light in the dust flew into Dean's body.
He seemed to have been pricked by a needle, and he groaned unconsciously. His chest felt tight, his hands and feet felt heavy, and his life energy was weakened. His body seemed to be affected by a strange effect.
There is still no kill prompt in the system.
"Is this guy as indestructible as dead skin? Does he also have self-inflicted wounds?"
(End of chapter)
