Two days later, Port-au-Prince, Haiti.

The long-lost festival brings some joy to this poor country.

Although, to outsiders, voodoo is an evil belief, and their festivals are also full of fearful meanings.

But, for the Haitian people.

Voodoo Festival is the only comfort they can in their poor and backward lives. Only on Voodoo Festival will the people of Haiti temporarily forget the daily pain and devote themselves to their faith in the Lord Loa, celebrating this festival with their hands and feet to please the gods.

On the streets, tens of thousands of voodoo believers gathered together to convey the joy of the voodoo festival in a parade.

At the front of the team, several naked voodoo priests slapped their skin drums and danced strange dances.

Behind them was a group of voodoo believers with white paint on their faces, carrying the dead pigs that were freshly slaughtered as a tribute to God Loa.

On both sides of the street, watching the parade passing by, some local Haitian residents knelt on the ground, kowtowed from time to time, murmured to themselves and prayed for the blessing of God Loa.

In addition, there are many vendors gathering around the streets.

He hung the wooden board around his neck, placed all kinds of cheap snacks and drinks, and was hawking at the parade believers.

Voodoo Festival is not only a religious ceremony celebration for believers, but also a business opportunity for many Haitians.

“…I’m at the front of the parade.”

After passing through the dense crowd, I came to a hawking stall on the street, picked up a mango and gestured to the vendor.

While Amanda reported to others his current location through the radio headset.

Amanda at this time has changed a lot from when she first came to Haiti a few days ago.

The entire face was covered by a veil, leaving only a pair of eyes outside.

In a country like Haiti, which is dominated by black people, the faces of the BSI and his group are so eye-catching. In the past few days of action, they have felt the strange gazes they cast around them more than once.

Especially on a grand festival like Voodoo Festival, several white and yellow people appeared in it, which was simply telling the believers around them that they were unique.

Therefore, in order to cover up, everyone who visited BSI made disguise.

Although the headscarf on his face is still conspicuous, it at least looks much more normal than his original appearance of showing off.

Many people often just stayed on the turban on her face for a moment, and quickly moved it away.

No longer watching them as they were originally.

"I have been following the parades, and the entire parade is longer than I thought, and I can see people joining the team one after another."

Following the parade in front, Agent Phil turned his head and glanced at the Haitian people behind him with a crazy look on his face, and reported to the headphones.

"I am currently near the Presidential Palace, and there are many people gathering around me who come to participate in the festival. It is said that this time, the new president will also join."

Frowning and sweeping over the crowded crowd, Agent Zhou glanced at the Haitian presidential palace, which was somewhat similar to the White House in Washington.

"According to the parade arrangements of the Voodoo Festival in the past, the last place where the people gather is the cathedral."

Angela silently glanced around the church, dancing around the huge bonfire, and muttering words to the voodoo priest, whispering.

"In front of the church, the believers will baptize with flames, wash away the sins on their bodies, and bring good luck and health to the future."

Although, in Angela's view, if this so-called baptism is really effective, then the people participating in the parade will not still live a poor life.

However, thinking of what might happen next, she couldn't help but clench her fists.

"So, this is the final place in the prophecy?"

Standing around the church, Spike looked up at the majestic building, with a trace of solemnity flashing in his eyes.

From the eyes of the psychic master, I saw more unusual things.

The entire Voodoo Church seemed a little more dangerous than what I saw two days ago. Spike seemed to hear shrill screams constantly.

"That's right."

On the side, I heard Spike's words.

The fortune teller nodded palely on his face. In the small bag bulging on his back, [Voodoo Doll] climbed into his arms along his clothes, stretched out his arms formed by the wool and gently touched Joey's chin, as if he wanted to comfort him in this way.

"Is there really no way?"

Withdrew his gaze falling from the church, Spike turned his head and looked at the fortune teller Joey, and suddenly asked without any end.

"This 'future' is destined to happen, and we can only watch it happen."

Shaking his head, the fortune teller also gave a somewhat strange answer.

Hearing his reply, Spike reached out and touched the ring on his finger and said with a sigh.

"It's really a desperate 'future'."

Here, Spike and Joey were saying inexplicable words.

"The president is out."

On the other side, in front of the Presidential Palace.

Agent Zhou looked at the army suddenly coming out of the White House and the president who came out in a car, and couldn't help but report to his headset.

With the emergence of the Haitian president, the entire Voodoo Festival also seemed to have reached a small climax.

From the parade, more and more believers came out and danced around the crowd lyrics.

At the front of the team, the priests who were originally beating drums stopped their movements, and they turned around and knelt down at the dead pig carried by the believers.

"...Dad Reggba, the guide who lives at the intersection, please guide us in the direction and open the door to life and death for us... The Queen of Voodoo, you will be in the eyes of everyone again..."

The priest kneeled and worshiped the rituals while chanting the mantra.

With the actions of these voodoo priests, blood suddenly began to emerge from the eyes of the dead pig carried on the shoulders of the believers.

Hiding in the crowd and looking at the dead pig with blood on his eyes, Amanda's eyes flashed slightly.

The dead pig's eyes suddenly bleed out. It was extremely terrifying when such a scene was taken.

However, the Haitian people who saw this scene around them not only did not have a fear expression on their faces, but became even more fanatical. They kept knocking their heads and chanting local languages ​​that were incomprehensible in their mouths.

A huge religious fanaticism filled the entire parade.
Chapter completed!