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Chapter 355
In the church, voodoo priests dance fiercely around the brazier.

It looks like madness.

"...The pain will eventually go away, and the living will continue to live. This time, the Voodoo Festival is a ceremony we hold for our compatriots who died in the disaster. May Voodoo bless their souls and rest in peace. May the great old Regba be able to guide their confused souls, and may Baron Saturday rest in peace..."

Outside the church, the new president continued his speech.

The Baron Saturday he mentioned in his mouth is the god of death in voodoo, and Baron Samadhi is also known as the Baron of the Graveyard.

In the voodoo belief, the intermediary between life and death stands at the center of the crossroads, waiting for the appearance of the dead.

"May Voodoo bless their souls!"

"May the great old Regba be able to guide their confused souls!"

"May the Baron Saturday rest in peace!"

In front of the church, along with the new president's prayer, the believers around kept repeating the content of the prayer.

A voodoo priest stopped his dance, reached out to grab the stones on the ground, and beat them continuously to make a huge encounter.

This is the method of summoning Baron Saturday in the voodoo ritual, full of primitive religious meaning.

Along with the prayers of the people outside the church and the call of the priest, the dance of the high priest and others in the church became almost crazy. Their hands and feet seemed to be uncontrollably twisting wildly, and their mouths kept repeating strange spells towards the center of the altar brazier to pray aloud.

"Do you feel that the entire voodoo ritual seems to be becoming more and more...crazy?"

In the crowd, I witnessed the frenzy of the crowd.

Agent Phil couldn't help but took a deep breath, and whispered as he glanced at the believers with crazy expressions around him.

"It doesn't seem that they are already crazy the way they are now."

Shaking his head, Agent Zhou corrected Agent Phil's statement.

"We have to do something."

Among the followers of standing voodoo, the fanatical beliefs that surged from all directions seemed to swallow them up completely.

Amanda gritted her teeth to resist this fanatical belief, and generally said to everyone in the team.

"At least this cannot be allowed to continue."

Although, the purpose of the entire voodoo festival is still unclear, but thinking of the "catastrophe" mentioned in the fortune-teller's prophecy, Amanda obviously began to have a bad premonition in her heart.

However, in the face of what Amanda did, the fortune teller responded in an almost calm tone.

"Actually, there's nothing we can do about it."

"This is the 'future' that has been destined, and all we can do is experience it ourselves."

Joey was a little indifferent to what was happening in front of him.

He looked completely different from when he came to the BSI headquarters to ask for help.

"I do not believe."

"If the 'future' really wants to say that it is as doomed as you say, then what is the purpose of all our previous efforts!"

Reaching out to hold the necklace around her neck tightly, Amanda has already made up her mind to prevent this 'future' from happening even if she forgets everything.

"I understand how you feel right now, Amanda."

Aside, looking at Amanda who made up his mind, Spike spoke immediately, looking at the fanatical believers and the voodoo church in front of him.

"But sometimes you have to learn to let go."

Shrugged against Amanda's persuasion.

The psychic's reaction made Amanda realize that something was wrong.

She turned her head to look at the calm fortune teller Joey, and then at Spike who was calm in front of her.

Frowning, he asked, "Are you hiding something from me again, Spike?"

"I didn't hide anything, it's just that you guys forgot something."

For Amanda's question, Spike shrugged lightly and replied casually.

He turned his head and looked at the President of Haiti who was standing on the stage in front of him praying continuously, and then glanced at the church behind him.

In the next second, Spike's gaze narrowed slightly, and he said.

"here we go."

Hearing Spike's endless answers, Amanda was about to ask questions when she suddenly saw the psychic's expression change.

Immediately afterwards, with Spike's voice fell.

A blue light suddenly erupted from the voodoo church, and with the flickering light, countless blue light spots began to emerge from the sky over Haiti. These light spots seemed to be pulled and attracted by some inexplicable force Generally speaking, people scrambling to rush towards the direction of the church.

"This is?!"

Looking at these light spots floating in the air, Amanda's face flashed with astonishment.

A cloud of blue light flashed past her, and Amanda reached out to touch the light, and a broken and messy memory flashed through her mind in the next second.

"Why are there earthquakes in..."

"This is already the best goodie in the house!"

"Cake, cake, cake again, why..."

"The corn at home has sprouted, and I hope this year's harvest will be better."

"Run away, it's an earthquake!"

In these memories, Amanda seems to have seen the poor life of a woman under the sea, and the last of these memories stays at the moment of the great earthquake in Haiti. end.

Withdrawing her finger touching the light spot, Amanda looked at Spike in front of her.

The latter nodded in the eyes of the other party: "These are the victims who died in the earthquake in Haiti."

Hearing Spike's words, Amanda looked up at the dense blue light spots above the church that seemed to cover the entire sky, and a huge shock surged in her heart.

These faint blue rays of light, which seem to be only the size of a fist, were alive not long ago.

Haiti announced that the number of people killed in the earthquake reached 10,000+, but the actual number may be more than this.

Shaking his head, sweeping away the memory of the Haitian women in his mind, Agent Zhou looked at the light constantly emerging from the surroundings, avoiding a light spot close to him, and said.

A great sense of unease began to emerge in my heart. These light spots were no longer illusory existences, but real existences that everyone at the scene could see and feel.

In front of the church, many believers who saw the blue light group knelt down on the ground, calling it a 'miracle'.

But Detective Zhou is very clear that this is not a 'miracle', but the beginning of all disasters.

"What does voodoo do?"

"The Voodoo Cult intends to use the souls of the tens of thousands of victims in the Haiti Earthquake as traction to open the [spirit world] channel and summon the soul of the Voodoo Cult Queen Lavieux to descend."

Witnessing everything that happened in front of them, everyone finally understood the truth of the prophesied catastrophe.

It's just a pity that it was too late for them to understand, the voodoo sect had already completed the ceremony, summoning the god of death to open the door to the [spirit world].

　Thank you for the 100 starting point coins rewarded by Yuese Qiange.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)