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Chapter 343 The Legend of the Resurrected Corpse
Among the dancers, they noticed the greeting from the psychic.

Sang walked out of the crowd with some reluctance, accompanied by the sound of dynamic music, returned to the wine table and looked at the crowd.

"Everyone, are you planning to go back?"

Seeing the approaching tour guide, Amanda had to stop her discussion. She stared at Spike in front of her.

Obviously a little dissatisfied with his self-assessment.

"No, I just want to ask, who is that guy sitting in the corner, I see people in the nightclub seem to be scared of him."

Following the direction pointed by Spike, San glanced at the corner of the nightclub.

When he saw the figure of the voodoo priest, he turned his head quickly, and the expression on his face that was originally excited turned into fear.

Lowering his voice, he replied in a voice that only a few members of the team could hear.

"That's a voodoo priest, who is specially watching the scene in the nightclub. Because of the frequent riots, the locals in Haiti will conduct searches from time to time, and the purpose of the priest here is to restrain the police who are searching. Your own behavior. Tell them that there is a voodoo church here, and it is not something that the police can search casually."

"As for the reason why everyone is afraid of him, it is naturally because of the relationship between voodoo. As the most popular religion in Haiti, the power of voodoo is beyond imagination. Being able to become a priest of voodoo represents a powerful voodoo Priests are those who control the terrible voodoo in the voodoo religion, and they can use all kinds of terrible and unpredictable voodoo to control and curse others."

"In Haiti, everyone knows that if you offend the president, you will be killed at most, and once you offend the voodoo priests, even if you die, they will turn you into a terrible reanimated corpse."

In Sang's description, everyone in the team outlined the dark and mysterious image of voodoo and sacrifice in their hearts.

"So, there really are so-called reanimated corpses in this world?"

At the wine table, Amanda waited until they exchanged glances.

Angela immediately put on an expression of disbelief, and asked Sang.

"of course."

Noticing Angela's dubious expression, Sang immediately spoke.

"Revenant corpses do exist. I have seen revenant corpses appearing near voodoo churches more than once, and my grandfather's brother's son's neighbor's friend offended the voodoo priest. , was resurrected after death to become a reincarnated corpse. It is said that the person who was made into a reincarnated corpse can still move, eat, obey the instructions of the person who spoke to him, and even speak, but he has no memory and no memory. Know your environment."

"They are the walking dead, the scariest of all voodoo spells."

"No one wants to be a revenant, no."

If someone else heard what Sang said, they might just regard it as some kind of long-standing urban legend in Haiti.

Or another mystification of voodoo under the rumors.

However, several people here are members of BSI, and they themselves have been exposed to supernatural cases more than once.

Therefore, after listening to Sang's description, although on the surface, he still put on a look of disbelief, but also a little bit of fear.

But in his heart, he has already paid a little attention to the so-called voodoo religion and reanimated corpses.

If voodoo really possesses the ability to make reanimated corpses, then the catastrophe mentioned in the prophecy may also be related to voodoo.

Or, the disaster itself was created by voodoo.

While secretly guessing in her heart, Amanda looked up at the fortune teller opposite.

However, in the face of Amanda's questioning gaze.

Joy, who was sitting opposite her, lowered his head as if he didn't see it, and rubbed the furry round head of the [voodoo doll] in his pocket.

……

The coastline, among the dilapidated slums.

The demon hunter shuttled among the houses on all corners, and the dark night did not interfere with the demon hunter's vision.

Because there is no urban planning, the houses in the entire slum are like huge illegal buildings stacked together.

Through the broken walls, and from these dilapidated houses, Geralt could vaguely feel the great disaster that the earthquake had brought to the country.

At the same time, in some collapsed houses, you can even vaguely see rotting corpses and exposed bones.

Although, nearly a year has passed since the devastation left by the earthquake.

However, Haiti has been slow to deal with the victims of the earthquake. In other words, the government has no idea of ​​dealing with the wreckage of the victims.

Let the bodies of these people be exposed to the rubble.

Witnessing a large number of casually discarded corpses in the slums, the expression on the demon hunter's face did not change at all.

He just walked through it silently, just the sound of footsteps under his feet, constantly resounding in the ruins.

……

"Yawn~"

"Good morning!"

"Good morning, Phil."

Early the next morning, when he came out of his room, Agent Phil yawned and greeted the members who got up.

Covering his mouth, Agent Phil twisted his slightly sore neck.

Although, when Sang took them to the accommodation, he called it the best accommodation in Haiti.

But actually staying here, sleeping here is not even as comfortable as lying on the sofa at the SBI headquarters.

"You're up late, Phil."

Opening his mouth to rinse his mouth, and spitting out the water in his mouth, Agent Zhou glanced at Agent Phil's obviously swollen face, and pointed to the empty bucket at his feet.

"I've used up all the water I brought, so if you want to wash your face and brush your teeth, you can go downstairs and fetch another bucket of water."

Most of Haiti's livelihood needs come from international aid, but also because of the poor economy and chaotic political situation.

Not only is the power resource tight, but even the most basic water supply system is also lacking. Even Port-au-Prince, the capital, does not have a complete water supply system to provide the most basic living needs of local residents. Therefore, the daily water supply of Haitian locals is In addition to directly buying clean and pure water, more people rely on wells to fetch water.

Carrying an empty bucket, Agent Phil came to the well downstairs.

"Good morning, Phil."

"Good morning, boss, Joey..."

"And Spike."

When he passed the corridor, he saw people who had already got up for breakfast in the dining room of the accommodation.

On the plate in front of them is the olive oil rice most commonly eaten by the locals.

The method is that when cooking, boil the water first, add the rice, then pour in olive oil, and when the water is dry, the rice is cooked, then rinse with cold water, then apply butter, heat it up, then simmer, and then dry it.

(End of this chapter)