Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 645 - 642 Kidnapping Voodoo Cult

Chapter 645: 642, Kidnapping Voodoo Cult Chapter 645: 642, Kidnapping Voodoo Cult “`

There’s an old saying that it’s often the swimmers who drown and those who play with fire that inevitably burn.

Although there is no such saying in the West,

the members of the Voodoo Cult were naturally aware of this principle.

However, they lacked any power to resist, and they were not a religious organization that taught goodness. The surface stability was just a facade to hide their inherently malicious nature.

Marcus and the others stepped out of the central area.

The farther they got from the Everlasting Flower,

the stronger they felt their power grow, yet the connection, as if their souls did not belong to them, remained undiminished.

In fact,

their range of influence was limited to West Gana City.

Because the beliefs of the Voodoo Cult could not spread outwards, outsiders did not subscribe to their tenets, nor did they believe in the Everlasting Flower.

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From this perspective,

the church’s actions were quite effective.

Suddenly…

Just then,

Marcus waved his hand and simultaneously came to a halt.

“Something’s not right,”

the others turned to look at him.

They were at the location where Du Wei had previously commanded the shadows, the area with ravines on the ground.

Marcus looked ahead.

All he saw was desolation, as if night had fallen, and faint piano music was playing in his ears, as though someone was performing in the darkness.

“Piano music?”

With an expressionless face, Marcus reached out, grasped at the air, and then brought his hand to his ear.

He gestured as though he were listening closely.

Then, he narrowed his eyes and looked toward a spot, but what corresponded with his gaze was a thick wall.

“I see you,” he said.

…

Elsewhere,

as Du Wei played the Lullaby, he lifted his head. Although his body was covered by darkness, and he was manipulating everything in a dream, the inherent cold-bloodedness was indelible.

His gaze fixed on the darkness.

“Can you really see me?”

Du Wei asked in response, then fell silent, continuing to play with his eyes closed.

But the frequency of his fingertips dancing across the keys quickened.

A vast shadow began to show strange alterations with the acceleration of the Lullaby’s rhythm.

The shadow pulsed too.

Thump, thump, thump…

It was like the beating of a human heart.

Mixing with the piano sound, it formed an even more sinister melody.

Throughout the Voodoo Cult,

the cultists, who had fallen into a deep slumber, shook all at once at this moment, and then they propped themselves up on their arms and staggered to their feet.

Their consciousness sank into dreams.

Their bodies numbly moved forward.

This was the true representation of the Voodoo Cultists.

Du Wei was no good man.

This much was utterly reflected right from the beginning.

His calm and rationality were deliberate.

Business-like, not personal.

He never personally killed because it wasn’t about having a moral bottom line; rather, he felt it was unnecessary, as personally killing meant trouble.

But this did not mean he would never resort to violence.

The Voodoo Cult’s treatment of Minette’s head was something he found unsatisfactory.

So now, what he was doing was kidnapping the entire Voodoo Cult, separating their souls from their bodies, placing the former in dreams and confining the latter in reality.

This was what happened to Minette.

If it had been Alex, Tom, Father Tony, or Ryan who had died for some reason and a power had committed this act, they would have already been completely eradicated.

There would be no such thing as a kidnapping.

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Voodoo Cultists one by one unsteadily stood up, then they each opened their eyes, which only held a dense emptiness and deathly stillness.

Though they were still alive, they more resembled corpses.

Immediately afterward.

They started speaking and laughing.

It seemed no different from before.

As if the Evil Spirit’s rampage didn’t exist, and the Lullaby didn’t exist.

But in reality, reality and dreams were beginning to blur.

Therefore.

When Marcus and the others were looking in Du Wei’s direction, the scenes they encountered along the way greatly astonished them.

They stopped a Cultist.

Marcus coldly asked, “What exactly happened, where are those Evil Spirits?”

The Cultist replied, “Hunter sir, what do you mean? What Evil Spirits? With the presence of the esteemed, how could there possibly be Evil Spirits…”

Marcus’s expression changed slightly, immediately grabbed the other’s neck, and stared coldly into his eyes.

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The man was very frightened, “Sir, spare me…”

Marcus said to himself, “Something’s not right, everything’s not right, what’s your name?”

“Dakar… My name is Dakar…”

Marcus nodded, then exerted a little strength, and with a snap, broke the other’s neck.

Then, he casually threw the body on the ground.

“Something’s happened to the Voodoo Cult, but the Everlasting Flower didn’t give me any hints. I don’t know what exactly has happened, but these Cultists seem to have become some kind of Puppets; their wills no longer belong to them.”

That’s what Marcus said to the other hunters.

Immediately, someone coldly said, “If it didn’t give any hints, that means the connection wasn’t severed, the souls of everyone in the Voodoo Cult still belong to it.”

Another said, “The anomaly was brought by that unwelcome visitor; kill it, and everything will naturally calm down.”

Marcus nodded, “Indeed, that’s the case, but we can’t ignore what’s happening to the Cultists. I always feel that keeping them around will lead to trouble.”

Such concerns were certainly justified.

Yet someone hesitated and then said, “There are too many Cultists; we simply can’t kill them all. Use its power, that way no one will notice us.”

“That could work…”

Marcus was the first to take off his coat, revealing a dark, cracked face. The reason he used ‘cracked’ to describe it was that his face had many fissures, through which one could see something like the roots of a plant growing inside.

The others did the same.

Afterward, their aura also became more and more illusory, as if nonexistent in reality, gradually merging into the darkness.

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Time passed.

It didn’t take long for Marcus and the others to come to an empty area.

The melodious piano sound was incredibly soothing.

Making one drowsy upon listening.

But Marcus and the others were not affected, each of them coldly looking towards that being who sat in the shadows, back facing them, playing the piano.

At the side, there stood an Evil Spirit dressed in a sweater of intersecting red and green.

The Evil Spirit turned its head to look at them, baring its ferocious, ghastly white teeth and a smile filled with cruelty.

Marcus locked on to the main target.

He didn’t bother with the Evil Spirit on the side, only joined the others in raising their index finger to their lips.

“Shh…”

The piano sound was instantly blocked.

Then, they whispered, “We praise You, the Everlasting, perfect being, all things in the world nourish Your shell, everything beautiful is a reflection of You.”

The outline of a flower immediately appeared in the depths of their eyes.

A certain power also took effect.

However, what happened next was beyond Marcus and the others’ understanding; the other should have, like them, had the Everlasting Flower appear in their eyes, becoming part of the Everlasting Flower, but in fact, nothing happened.

At that moment.

Du Wei struck the last note.

He turned his head, looking towards Marcus and the others.

“So this is the Everlasting Flower. If it weren’t for the dream, I too might be affected, becoming its nourishment.”

“But fortunately, this is a dream, and although I can’t kill it, it can’t do anything to me either.”

Marcus’s expression changed, “A dream? Impossible, our consciousness could never be pulled into a dream by you.”

Du Wei said indifferently, “You’re mistaken, with the Everlasting Flower present, I can’t pull you into a dream; in fact, I don’t have that ability. I just created a dream, and by chance, you walked into it.”