Self-cultivation of the Exorcist - Chapter 643

Marcus they couldn’t understand Du Wei’s words.

They only felt that the existence in front of them seemed crazy.

where is this place?

The base camp of voodoo!

A religion with a flower that does not wither, and the head of a demon god.

Now someone who doesn’t know whether it’s a ghost or a person ran out of nowhere, making a mess of things, and saying that they were entered into a dream by themselves.

How can it be……

Marcus couldn’t help but want to speak immediately.

But it hasn’t had time yet.

Du Wei turned around and sat down, pressing his hands on the piano keys again.

This time.

A more violent tune was played.

Darkness, shadows, everything represents the product of people’s primitive fear, covering everything.

Marcus and the others only felt darkness in front of them, as if they were trapped in a huge vortex, their bodies swayed, and they couldn’t be themselves.

Just listen, accompanied by the strange sound of the piano music, intertwined with the man’s extremely cold and non-emotional words.

“The body returns to reality, and the soul is lost in dreams.”

“I will arrange everything for you, and this will be a unilateral transaction. You give your soul to me, and I will get everything from you.”

…

call……

It’s cold and terrible.

The space is small and the surroundings are dark.

Marcus is dressed coarsely. Although he can’t see clearly, he can clearly feel the breath.

The temperature is so low that it seems to have dropped to freezing point.

He is now in a small space, it is difficult to move his body, and his ability as a hunter seems to be completely useless here.

“Damn it, what the **** is this place!”

Marcus remained unchanged, his hands groping in the dark, trying to find a way to escape here.

He felt more and more.

That inexplicable existence is extremely evil to voodoo and what they do.

The chill revealed in the other party’s words is even more instinctively uncomfortable.

Unilateral transaction?

Isn’t this the act of the devil!

The more he fumbled, the cooler Marcus’s heart became. He found that the place he was in was like a square space with some kind of ventilation ducts, because the surroundings were smooth, and only the joints could feel the edges and corners.

The cold is constantly braving.

He shivered with cold.

suddenly……

Marcus touched the two screw heads on the top of his head with both hands, as if the iron sheet on the top of his head was connected to a handle, and the screws were tightened from the inside.

“I……”

“I’m in a cabinet?”

“No, why should there be air-conditioning in the cabinet? Could it be that…”

A thought flashed through Marcus’s mind that made him creepy.

“I’m in the morgue?”

This idea just came into being.

Marcus couldn’t stand it anymore, he only felt his scalp numb, and slammed his head and hands against the morgue’s hand.

“Damn devil, let me out…you will go to hell…I curse you, you will…”

Bang bang bang…

Marcus made a lot of noise.

At this moment, he suddenly heard another crashing sound, right beside him.

Morgues are generally multi-layered.

It is exclusively used for crematoriums and morgues, and some forensic teams of the Criminal Police Bureau also have special morgues.

But basically they are big.

Each large morgue is divided into grids of the same size. The staff are like opening drawers, opening these grids. The difference between the corpse and the objects is probably one that is relatively neat and the other is relatively messy.

“Apart from me, are there people in other cabinets?”

Marcus’s expression became excited.

He knocked **** the side walls of the morgue, and shouted, “I’m Marcus, are you a voodoo?”

However, the noise next door stopped abruptly.

Marcus was shocked and swallowed hard.

He froze and didn’t dare to knock again.

The mouth is also closed tightly.

At this moment, quietly infiltrated.

Marcus’s back was covered with cold sweat, and he remained quiet, like a corpse, without any movement.

But he was thinking crazy in his head.

“The people next door heard me, why didn’t they answer me? Instead, they kept quiet.”

“Because it is not human?”

“Or, is there anything I didn’t find out?”

Thoughts just surfaced.

Da da da……

Marcus heard a sound of footsteps, coming from far and near.

Immediately afterwards, there was a babbling door opening.

“Someone?”

Marcus’s face was a bit strange, he didn’t know whether he should speak, or whether he should make a movement to let the other party let him out.

But in such a weird situation.

He felt that perhaps the best choice was not to act rashly.

But the unknown existence next door seems to…

It doesn’t seem to be a person either.

dilemma……

Marcus decided to calm down first, waiting for the opportunity to appear.

just.

His suspicion was quickly interrupted.

Because the footsteps were getting closer, he soon came to the morgue where he was closed, and stopped.

And then.

There is no movement.

Marcus hasn’t felt this way for too long.

fear……

Afraid of…

When the footsteps stopped, Marcus’s scalp was numb.

The hunter’s humanity was lost, his rationality and cold blood disappeared at this moment.

The deepest fear in the human subconscious.

Even the fears that he had forgotten that were carved deep in his genes and carved in his bones were all inspired.

suddenly……

Da da da……

The footsteps moved away unexpectedly.

Moreover, he went to the next door.

Marcus held his breath, eyes widened, and pressed his ears against the side wall of the morgue, wanting to hear the movement next door.

What can be heard is a harsh rattling sound.

The morgue next door seemed to be pulled out.

The friction between the iron sheet and the iron sheet makes people involuntarily think of the harsh sound of nails scratching on stainless steel.

And then.

It was another dull footstep.

It is completely different from the previous footsteps and can be clearly distinguished. The weights of the two are different, because one footstep is slightly lighter and the other is slightly heavier.

After they leave.

Marcus couldn’t help it anymore, struggling frantically, kicking with his legs, smashing with his fists, and bumping with his head.

He was dripping with blood.

But the morgue was opened unilaterally.

No matter how hard you use it from the inside, you can’t push it away unless you pull it from the outside.

In those movies and TV series ~www.mtlnovel.com~ the protagonists pushed open the morgue and ran out of the shooting method, which is basically exaggerated. It is placed in reality, even if you wake up from the morgue, you will There is nothing to do.

Cold air will gradually stiffen your body.

Struggling hard is just accelerating the arrival of death.

but.

Maybe Marcus was lucky, the door of the morgue that closed him wasn’t very tight, and a gap flashed unexpectedly when he hit it like this.

Marcus was full of hope, lying in the morgue, inserting his hand into the gap, trying to push himself out.

just.

When the gap gradually expands.

When Marcus could raise his head, he saw two expressionless voodoo hunters in black, standing outside the morgue, looking at himself coldly.

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