In the dance group, I noticed the fortune teller's greeting.

Sang walked out of the crowd reluctantly, accompanied by the dynamic music, and returned to the table to look at everyone.

"Everyone, are you planning to go back?"

Looking at the approaching tour guide, Amanda had to stop her discussion, and she stared at Spike in front of her.

Obviously he was a little dissatisfied with his own actions.

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

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

When he found the figure of the Voodoo priest, he quickly turned around and his face, which was already a little excited, immediately became frightened.

He lowered his voice and replied in a voice that only a few people in the team could hear.

"That is a voodoo priest, which is dedicated to watching the venues in nightclubs. Because of the frequent riots, Haiti will conduct searches every now and then. The purpose of the priest here is to let the searching police restrain their behavior. Tell them that the voodoo priest is managed here, and it is not something that the police can search at will."

"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 voodoo priest represents a powerful voodoo technique. The priests are those who control terrible voodoo within voodoo. 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. Once you anger the voodoo priests, even if you die, they will become terrible resurrection corpses."

In Sang's description, the team outlined the mysterious images of voodoo religion and sacrifices in their hearts.

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

At the wine table, Amanda waited until he exchanged glances with each other.

Angela then put on a disbelief and asked Sang.

"certainly."

Noting Angela's half-believing expression, Sang immediately spoke.

"The resurrection corpse really exists. I have seen the resurrection corpse appearing near the Voodoo church more than once. My grandfather's brother's son and neighbor's friend was resurrected after his death and became a resurrection corpse. It is said that the person who was made into a resurrection corpse can still act, eat, obey the instructions of the people who speak to him, and even speak, but he has no memory and does not know the environment he is in."

"They are the walking dead, the most terrifying of all the spells of Voodoo."

"No one wants to become a resurrection corpse, no."

If it were someone else, when I heard Sang's words, I might just regard it as some long-standing urban legend in Haiti.

Or the mystery of voodoo religion is another mystery under the rumors.

However, the few people here are members of the SBI and have been exposed to supernatural cases more than once.

Therefore, after listening to Sang's description, although he still looked like he didn't believe it, but was a little scared.

But I was already a little concerned about the so-called voodoo religion and the resurrection corpse.

If Voodoo Cult really masters the ability to make resurrection corpses, then the great disaster mentioned in the prophecy may also be related to Voodoo Cult.

Or, this disaster itself was created by Voodoo.

While guessing in his heart, Amanda looked up at the fortune teller opposite him.

However, facing the inquiring gaze cast by Amanda.

Joey, who was sitting opposite her, lowered her head as if she was ignored and rubbed her furry round head in her pocket.

...

Coastline, in a dilapidated slum.

The witch hunter shuttled through the houses, and the dark night did not interfere with the witch 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, Geralt could vaguely feel the great disaster brought to this country by the earthquake.

At the same time, in some collapsed houses, rotten corpses and bones can even be seen naked.

Although, it has been nearly a year since the damage left by the earthquake.

However, Haiti's follow-up treatment of earthquake victims has been slow, or the government has no idea of ​​dealing with the wreckage of these victims.

Allow the bodies of these people to be exposed to gravel.

A large number of randomly discarded corpses were witnessed in the slums, and the expression on the witch hunter's face did not change at all.

He just walked through it silently, but the footsteps made by his feet kept ringing in the ruins.

...

"Yawn~"

"Good morning!"

"Good morning, Phil."

The next morning, when he came out of the accommodation room, Agent Phil greeted the members while yawning.

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

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

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

"You're getting up a little late, Phil."

He opened his mouth and rinsed his mouth, and then spit out the water from his mouth. Agent Zhou glanced at the obviously swollen face of Agent Phil, and said, pointing to the empty bucket at his feet.

"I have used up the water you call, so if you want to wash your face and brush your teeth, go downstairs and get a bucket of water."

Most of Haiti's daily necessities have been provided for international aid, and at the same time, due to the poor economy and the chaotic political situation.

Not only is the power resources tight, but even the most basic tap water system is lacking. Even Port-au-Prince, the capital, does not have a complete tap water system, providing the most basic living needs of local residents. Therefore, in addition to directly purchasing clean pure water, local people in Haitian rely more on water wells to fetch water.

Carrying the empty bucket, Agent Phil arrived at the well downstairs.

"Good morning, Phil."

"Good morning, boss, Joey..."

"And Spike."

When passing the corridor, he saw people who had already gotten up for breakfast in the restaurant in the accommodation.

The plate in front of them was the olive oil rice that the locals eat the most.

The method is to boil the water and then add rice when cooking, then pour in olive oil. After the rice is dried, cool water, then apply butter, simmer over high heat and dry the water.
Chapter completed!