Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

Sacrifice is always related to religion.

Whether it is the sacrifice of livestock or the sacrifice of living people, there is a strong sense of ritual.

According to the oldest legend, sacrifice is actually a transaction with certain existences.

Sacrifice is offered and rewarded.

Those so-called existences are bizarre, and anything is possible.

This sacrificial ceremony of Vidaism used the blood relatives of those who died on Elm Street as the medium, and the blood was poured under the dead banyan tree, which quickly made a large area of ​​the ground wet with blood.

Even though the surroundings were illuminated by torches, the ground did not look bright red, but faintly black.

The scene is bloody and has a sense of taboo horror.

One by one, the cultists had their arms cut open by Eka, the bishop of Vader.

When the time came to 4 o'clock in the morning.

All the cultists who participated in the sacrifice knelt on the ground, murmuring obscure words in their mouths.

The voice sounded very strange, like a dialect that had long been lost in the long river of history.

But over and over again, there are only a few sentences.

Eka and the other three bishops looked at this scene, stretched out their hands together, and raised their arms and shouted: "Praise Vader..."

The sense of ceremony is very strong.

Gradually, the morning mist also began to slowly float around.

Hazy and dim.

Moser, a member of the Vanity Sect, watched this scene, and took out a red piccolo from his wide sleeve.

The entire piccolo has an old-fashioned shape, perhaps because it has been in existence for too long, and the paint has peeled off in many places, only some vague patterns show its extraordinary past.

It's a work of art.

It is also the instrument that Mercer mentioned before.

"here we go……"

Moser's voice was erratic, holding the piccolo in both hands, and put it to his mouth.

But in fact, he is wearing a mask, the entire face is covered except for the eyes, it is impossible to blow.

But as if he didn't realize it, he made an appearance of playing.

His fingers also moved rhythmically from time to time.

It looks a lot like a musician, playing the most beautiful music.

But actually no sound came out.

For a moment, apart from the low-pitched chanting of the cultists, the atmosphere was eerily scary.

...

Outside the amusement park.

Du Wei looked at this scene on the screen, his face became more and more cold.

He has come into contact with too many evil spirits.

Even through the screen, you can see that something is wrong.

He noticed that after Moser took out his piccolo and started playing, the mist in the wasteland spread, and faintly converged towards the dead banyan tree.

At this time the moon hangs high in the night sky.

The faint moonlight projected on the old street sign on the banyan tree, flashing strange colors.

"Is the ceremony going to succeed?"

Du Wei frowned and said something.

Tom on the side heard this, and he couldn't help saying dumbly: "The ceremony was successful? But I didn't see anything?"

Tom is an ordinary person, and the evil spirit incidents he came into contact with were all aftermath work.

Therefore, his intuition is relatively dull.

While talking, Tom stared carefully at the cultists on the screen.

Hmm...the figure is very good.

Du Wei made a hissing gesture to Tom, signaling him not to disturb him, and then focused on the dead banyan tree.

If this thing is the vehicle for Elm Street to show up.

Then the exception should start with it.

There is nothing wrong with the analysis.

Because soon, like leeches that smelled blood, the fog gathered towards the banyan tree faster and faster.

It even formed a fog vortex visible to the naked eye.

The blood on the ground also had strange changes.

Gudong...

Bubbles rose from the blood.

Like boiling water.

As a result, the mist became a little more bright red...

Gradually, the whole dead banyan tree was covered with blood,

From the bark to the branches, it is gradually wrapped in mist.

A blurry outline can still be seen at first.

But in the end, the whole dead tree merged with the mist and disappeared from the screen.

This is not the most important thing.

Those fogs included many of the cultists of Vaderism...

And then, without a trace...

Du Wei's face suddenly became gloomy.

"Sacrifice... But why is it theirs, it shouldn't be..."

The teachings of Vaderism are very bloody, and they never treat ordinary people as the same kind.

And ordinary cultists are actually no different from ordinary people.

According to this logic, there is no difference between cultists who offer sacrifices to Vaderism and ordinary people.

The former needs to be developed, the latter is everywhere.

Something is wrong...

Du Wei hurriedly said to Tom: "Now help me contact the police in Poland. If those people are reliable, check the cultists in the amusement park. I want to know the identities of those people."

At this time, the area covered by the fog was almost reaching the dozen or so cult members who were installed with cameras and bugs.

Even though those cultists are still alive, the signal has already experienced interference, causing the picture to become a little stuck and distorted.

Tom also realized the seriousness of the matter, and said solemnly: "I'll help you investigate now."

As he spoke, he walked aside and took out his satellite phone, and dialed an internal police number...

Du Wei nodded, and pulled the backpack behind him with his right hand.

He was ready to sabotage Vader's plans.

It wasn't to save those cultists, but he didn't want the ceremony to succeed.

Otherwise, once Elm Street appeared in the human world, the Vader Cultists would definitely enter it and find that piano.

At that time, Du Wei's trip to Poland will be meaningless.

Pull open the backpack.

Inside is the mask.

Putting on a mask and making a wish with the clown card, even if the Vader Cult spent twenty years on this plan, it could not prevent its failure.

And for Du Wei, there is no psychological pressure.

But……

Just when Du Wei was about to put on the mask, a pleasant piano sound and piccolo accompaniment suddenly came out of his earphones.

The sound of the piano is crisp, as if it is played by the ear, clear and pleasant.

It's a lullaby...

The sound of the piccolo is also long and melodious.

At first Du Wei only thought it was an accompaniment, but when the rhythm of the piccolo sound was synchronized with the sound of the piano.

Only then did he realize that the piccolo was playing the same lullaby...

Du Wei squinted his eyes, slowly put the mask on his face, and took out the clown card from the wallet in his pocket with the other hand.

At the same time, his eyes were also looking at the screen.

In the picture, Moser has already walked to the original position of the banyan tree, holding the piccolo with both hands and playing it silently...

But the sound of the piccolo appeared together with the sound of the piano.

The former seems to be luring the latter to appear.

suddenly……

The screen flickered crazily and became blurred.

Du Wei's pupils suddenly shrank...

He saw the silhouette of a person sitting in front of a huge piano, tapping the keys flexibly with both hands in the mist...

No……

It can't be said to be hands, because that person's hand is very narrow and long, and it feels very sharp, as if wearing a pair of steel gloves...

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