Chen Ang looked at the Voodoo wizard's panicked eyes. The room was very gloomy, and there were traces of voodoo witchcraft everywhere. There were the dried and decayed remains of eagles, snakes, and lizards, animal corpses, human bones, monkey heads, antelope skulls, elephant tails, bracelets on the wall, and all kinds of bottles and jars on the table.
Chen Ang walked past the table and saw a dried chameleon, a woman's finger with very long nails, a vulture's head, bundles of antelope horns and ivory, brightly colored local textiles, and bundled up dead people's hair.
Chen Ang walked to a shelf that was used for blood sacrifice. On the shelf, there were necklaces made of beast teeth, bone ashes and other colorful powders that were used to cover the body, luxurious priest clothes and decorative magic tools, as well as small hammers that were used to smash skulls, large hammers that were used to smash bones, daggers that were used to cut open chests, large blades that were used to behead people, and spears that were used to stab the sacrificial offerings.
Chen Ang took down the spear and held it in his hand. The wizard on the other side was sobbing and begging in a low voice, "Let me go! I don't know anything! "
Chen Ang suddenly turned around and the spear in his hand shot out like lightning, piercing through the wizard's chest.
Strange, who was guarding the wizard, was shocked and said in horror, "You killed him? Why did you kill him! We haven't gotten anything out of him yet! Are you crazy? "
Chen Ang walked forward, stepped on the spear, and pushed the spear that had pierced through his chest forward. More than half of the spear pierced through his chest and pressed against the ground, forming a frame to prop him up. The wizard hanging on the spear bled from all seven orifices and died a horrible death. Strange was at a loss and had no idea what Chen Ang was doing.
"No matter how we interrogate him, he won't say anything!" Chen Ang said calmly, "After all, we can't hurt him."
The wizard who was impaled on the spear was still motionless. His limbs were twisted, and he died a horrible death.
Chen Ang grabbed a handful of Butterfly Scale Powder from the jar on the table and sprinkled it on the corpse. He then opened five or six boxes of witchcraft materials and grabbed a lot of powders of various colors. There was lime, clay, red earth, blood mixed with spices, and even a small bit of gold powder.
Chen Ang looked at the gold and silver powder in his hand and said with interest, "It seems that staying in Egypt for so long was not a waste of time. Gold, silver, and gems symbolize the gods of ancient Egypt and are also the origin of European alchemy. Gold is the sun, and men are the power of life. Silver is the moon, and women are the power of spirit. This is the magic system of ancient Egypt."
"It's convenient for me!" Chen Ang dipped the powder in the wizard's blood and drew all kinds of mysterious symbols and geometric patterns around it.
Strange looked at him solemnly and asked: "Are you trying to summon his soul back for interrogation?"
"No!" Chen Ang quickly finished the runes, stood up, and looked at the corpse. "Do you know the meaning of the word Voodoo?"
"The word comes from Benin. Benin is one of the most backward countries in Africa, and it is also the origin of Voodoo. The true meaning of Voodoo was created by the Voodoo Queen Lavelle in the 18th century, but Benin is the cradle of Voodoo. It originated from the ancient beliefs of the local natives. In the local language, Voodoo means' God ',' Spirit ', and' Soul '. "
"Very few people know the ancient origin of Voodoo. Even before humans left Africa, it was passed down in an ancient tribe. Long before the Egyptians built the pyramids and developed their own sacrificial culture, the predecessor of Voodoo had already been passed down in Africa."
"Legend has it that its origin is on the African continent, one of the five tribes that hold the secret of the origin of mankind."
"The name of that ancient tribe can no longer be verified! But the 'God' that they worship, or rather, fear, has been passed down. Voodoo is the description of the nature of that 'God' and the inheritance of its power. In the worldview of Voodoo, everything has a spirit, and spirituality originates from the outflow of an indescribable 'God'. "
"The spirit flows from the source of God, and with death, it returns to the body of God."
"They worship the soul, study the soul, and try to use the power of magic. They refuse the process of returning and refuse death! What makes you think that you can control the soul of a Voodoo Wizard? They struggle their whole lives to escape from that curse, the gaze of that existence. They kill spiritual animals and use those spiritual materials to create substitutes, trying to confuse that existence and replace their own death. "
Chen Ang looked at the spear under his feet and smiled. "Spears can't kill them!"
The corpse hanging on the spear suddenly raised his head, and an extremely distorted expression appeared on his bloody face. He used his broken lungs to make a strange sound, "Since you know that knives and swords can't kill us, why do you still dare to come here?"
Chen Ang kicked his body heavily, sending him flying. Then he lifted the spear and nailed him to the wall. He sneered, "Even if I can't kill you, so what? Aren't you still a trash? There are many people who can't be killed … Have you heard of demi-humans? They wish they could die. Do you want to be wrapped in 100 tons of cement and sink into the Maradona Trench? Trash! "
The wizard on the wall, in front of Chen Ang's wild domineering aura, still revealed his true nature. Seeing that he still chose to pretend to be dead even though he didn't receive any fatal damage, instead of fighting back, it was clear that this guy regarded immortality as his trump card. A little scare and he revealed his true nature!
He hurriedly begged for mercy. "Warrior, we can talk. You can ask whatever you want. It's not that we Voodoo Wizards have never been dealt with in this way. They cut off our heads or burned our bodies to ashes with fire … But these methods have long been solved by our wizards! You can't kill me … But that person can kill me. "
"He can destroy my soul … I don't dare to offend him."
The wizard begged. "How about I tell you some clues? I won't offend him too much. You can investigate it yourself. "
Chen Ang glanced at him. He really couldn't stand the rancid smell in this room. He asked Strange to open the door. Strange simply stood at the door with Chen Ang's back facing him. Facing the voodoo wizard nailed to the wall, Strange said leisurely, "Playing with souls? Is it a devil or a demon? Satan … or Lucifer? Mophetus? Baal? Belial? Amon? "
"It shouldn't be Satan …" Chen Ang said softly. "It seems that Satan has taken the blame for you guys! I hope he won't be messed up too badly by the investigation team of the Revolutionary Alliance … "
"Which devil or demon king became the ally of Thanos?" Chen Ang played with the lighter in his hand.
The wizard on the wall showed a flattering smile and said, "The monster I summoned should be heading to Wakanda! The reason why they found me was because I had sneaked into Wakanda before. "
Strange said solemnly, "Why can you sneak into Wakanda, and why did you sneak there?"
The wizard showed a greedy smile. "Of course I went there for vibranium. If not, who would go to that remote place …"
Chen Ang sneered mockingly.
The voodoo wizard trembled and said cautiously, "Wakanda seems to have a mysterious connection with Voodoo. People of Voodoo sometimes go there to exchange some things. Provide them with information … Once, the people of Wakanda came to our church in Fudu, hoping that we could provide them with some clues about the slave hunters who kidnapped slaves. I took the opportunity to sneak in, but before I could find vibranium, I was caught! "
Chen Ang added calmly, "Wakanda is one of the other four ancient tribes that hold the secret of human origins. It's normal for them to have connections with Voodoo!"
"I think he knows who is working with Thanos!" Strange tilted his head and looked at the wizard. "How can we get what we want from him?"
"I can see it now! His soul isn't in his body … His body is just a puppet! "
"Didn't you notice what's missing from his body?" Chen Ang said, "His voodoo doll is not on him. In fact, he hid his soul in the doll, and then refined his body into a resurrected corpse. Even if he was fatally injured, even if we cut off his head, he would not be able to escape! He won't be hurt. "
Chen Ang grabbed the tail of the spear and shook it down. The spear trembled on the wizard's chest and rubbed against his ribs, making a cracking sound.
"Then why is he so afraid that you will destroy his body?" Strange asked curiously.
"He hid the voodoo doll too well! He's afraid that someone won't find it! " Chen Ang said disdainfully, "After his soul is attached to the voodoo doll, he loses the ability to move and relies on controlling the resurrected corpse to move. If we destroy the resurrected corpse, he will be imprisoned in the doll and wait for someone to find him. "
"Only when someone rediscovers him can he manipulate others to carry out all kinds of evil rituals, seize a new body, or refine a new resurrected corpse. So in Benin and Haiti, the locals are often afraid of old voodoo dolls hidden in remote places, thinking that they are cursed by wizards."
"The local wizards can't erase this fear and long-passed experience, so they threaten them that when they find the voodoo doll, they are cursed. Only by luring others to take it can the curse be dispelled. Curious tourists often suffer because of this … I investigated the case of a tourist who bought a voodoo doll attached to a wizard's soul as a tourist souvenir out of curiosity. His family was killed. "
"So …" Chen Ang concluded. "Every wizard is worried about how to hide their voodoo doll. If it's too obvious, it will be destroyed by the enemy. If it's too well hidden, if no one finds it for thousands of years, it's over! " Chen Ang looked at the wizard hanging on the wall with a faint smile. "This one belongs to the category of hiding it too well!"
"So he's afraid that we will destroy his body, but he keeps his bottom line. Because if he betrays that person, even his soul will not survive, right? "Strange sighed." It seems that we won't get anything more! Let him explain a little more and exchange his body back! "
Hearing this, the wizard's eyes showed a look of excitement.
But Chen Ang sneered and dispelled his excitement. "I'm sorry, I haven't lost to you in terms of cruelty and ruthlessness. He's afraid of the person who forced him, but he should be more afraid of me! "Chen Ang's voice came coldly from the darkness, his face hidden in the darkness, extremely gloomy.
Chen Ang leaned in front of Wizard Voodoo and whispered, "It seems that you still can't feel true fear, which is why you fear that person more than me …"
The wizard was so scared that he almost peed his pants.
You're already scary enough, and few humans are scarier than you. As a human, why are you competing with demons? Are you proud because you've won?
He shouted crazily, "What are you doing? If you destroy my body, I won't tell you anything! "
Chen Ang threw the heads of the crocodile, eagle, wild dog, goat, and orangutan at his feet, took out the corpse oil, mixed it with high alcohol, and slowly poured it over the wizard's head. He then used blood to draw a complicated magic circle on the wall behind him. The wizard's soul frantically sent out warnings, and he was so scared that tears streamed down his face. He begged, "Please, I really can't say his name. If I say it, my soul will be taken away by him … "
"I signed a contract!" He finally wailed, "Please, I signed a contract … Don't destroy my soul. Are you going to use hellfire? "
Chen Ang's face relaxed. "It's a demon! Very good, we know something else. "
"And we know why that existence let him go! Because of the nature of a demon, he hopes that our actions will lead to nothing, and instead let him harvest a superior soul. "Strange added.
"You're too cowardly!" Chen Ang whispered in the wizard's ear. "When I saw that you chose to attach your soul to the voodoo doll, I knew that you're a coward. The real voodoo wizards who are not afraid of death will only make substitute dolls and then transfer their own injuries to the substitute. Those kind of wizards will pick up a knife and fight with others!"
"You're just a coward who only wants to fake your death, no wonder that existence thinks that it can take away your soul!"
Chen Ang paused for a moment, then continued to pour alcohol on the wizard's head. The wizard struggled wildly, trying to pull the spear out of his chest. However, Chen Ang quickly nailed the wizard's palms with two sacrificial daggers, and then nailed the wizard's feet with a dagger. The wizard slumped against the wall like a crucified Christ.
Strange frowned. "Why did you put him like this, do you want the church to kill him? This is the image of the Son of Christ … He's not worthy of this! "
"I don't have that bastard!" Chen Ang said coldly. "There's no such thing as worthy or not, he's the one I nailed himself, he deserves this glory!"
The wizard on the wall did not feel the supreme glory, he only felt the deep fear of death.
Chen Ang lit a lighter and threw it on the 'Son of Christ', a raging fire ignited on the body of the 'Son of Christ'. In the blue flame, Chen Ang chanted a spell. "The wings of an eagle, the fins of a crocodile, the sense of smell of a wild dog, the hands and wisdom of an orangutan, the sacrifice of a goat to the Unnamable, guide them to what I'm looking for …"
Strange could not bear to watch, he turned his head to avoid looking at the wizard's earth-shattering screams and struggles, but the flame only lit up for three seconds before it was extinguished!
After a while, the wizard also stopped screaming and said excitedly, "I'm fine … Haha! I'm fine! "
Strange turned his head and noticed that the skulls in the center of the magic circle under his feet had disappeared, and after that, something that did not belong to this place reappeared. It was a simple doll made of hair, painted with blood, carved with bones taken out of the body, and carved with witchcraft spells.
Strange looked at the voodoo wizard with sympathy, and mourned for him for three seconds in his heart, which was rare.
A few minutes later, the voodoo wizard, whose face was as pale as ash, spilled everything out like beans from a bamboo tube.
His contract was replaced by a fresh soul of a dead person by Chen Ang. Strange looked at the soul that was taken away by an unknown force in the void behind him, and finally began to think seriously. What was the power of Chen Ang? Which school of sorcerer did he belong to? How far did he have to learn magic to be able to change the devil's contract?
Strange could not figure it out … He had a sincere fear.
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