Fantasy World Transmigration

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"That is to say, this kind of witchcraft is sometimes effective?" Nick was surprised: "I thought they were all like Strange, what kind of such witchcraft are there? I will know how to deal with them in the future!"

"Many, most of the folk magic arts - Meishan in China, black mass in Russia, black witchcraft in Africa, and some witchcraft in voodoo, including divine magic! Divine magic requires belief to exert power, and it also belongs to will A kind of power, whether it is Satan or Jesus, many of the mass spells used by their churches fall into this category."

Nick put on the gloves skillfully. He was wearing black clothes and even a black sweater with a hood. Chen Ang laughed and said, "Why are you still wearing those things? Although you are bald, you don't reflect light. In fact, if you go out naked, no one will be able to see you unless you turn on the lights!"

"If you say this to me in other places, I will warn you about racial discrimination!" Nick pointed at Chen Ang.

"What about here?" Chen Ang raised his eyebrows and asked back.

"Here!" Nick cursed, remembering the unpleasant experiences on the road here, "In Louisiana, this is already a kind speech that is friendly to black people! There are black people everywhere here, and white people are still squinting their mother's eyes." Me, I always ask myself in doubt, has the South not been liberated yet?"

Nick raised the small tactical flashlight in his hand and said, "Are you going out like this? I think we are like two stupid thieves traveling at night!"

"Don't disturb them..." Chen Ang held up the flashlight and stepped out of the door. The dim light in the corridor cast their blurred shadows. They walked down to the first floor and began to search separately with the lobby on the first floor as the dividing line. Chen Ang told Nick in tactical sign language, he walked to the left and he went to the right.

Nick turned on the flashlight and groped to the left.

He actually had some doubts in his heart - why did Chen Ang ask him to come here? The dignified S.H.I.E.L.D. and S.H.I.E.L.D. explored an old (for Americans) house like a second-rate detective, and he knew what Chen Ang seemed to be looking for. They have a tacit understanding.

When some clues showed that the house and its owner were weird, Nick had no reason not to play a game with Chen Ang.

Especially a very important message faintly revealed by some signs-the secret in this house is related to voodoo.

Nick knew that among the five seals that were causing headaches for Aegis and Sacred Shield, there was one of Voodoo, which made it difficult for Nick to feel that this had nothing to do with the seals.

Nick pushed open the first door from the left on the porch,

He saw two figures at the door in the dark room, and the first time he saw the black figure standing against the door, Nick almost used his knuckles to twist its head off, but Nick soon came back to his senses Come—just two dolls, made of straw in a pillowcase.

At first glance, there are still eyebrows, but when you look closely - it's even more terrifying.

The light of the flashlight shines from the bottom of the puppet, and the light from bottom to top hits the face. Because of the uncanny valley effect and the shadow effect of the light, it looks very hideous. In a dark old house, it is even more terrifying, but Like seeing a familiar friend, Nick put his arms around the puppet's neck - if it's the neck.

Nick smelled a strange smell on the dummy. He sniffed it a few times, then pulled out his dagger, and opened the pillowcase with a knife to reveal the straw-bound figure inside. He pierced the dummy and found that the scarecrow was wrapped in lime Something, like the dry internal organs of an animal.

And sulfur—that's what he'd just smelled.

Nick searched the room quickly and carefully, and found that there was nothing in it, but found a few smaller puppets. He went to the next room. This time he had prepared for it, but when he opened the door, the hanging The dummy at the door still surprised him, with a rope wrapped around its neck, hanging from the door through the ceiling light.

This time the dummy was much more detailed—it was a plastic mannequin, its hands were twisted and tied behind its back, and its neck was slanted. Nick had a strange feeling that this dummy seemed a little different from the one in the previous house. , Although the dummy in the previous room looked like a dead thing, but this sentence, although much more refined, actually gave Nick a sense of life at first glance.

When he had just opened the door, Nick had sworn by himself as the King of Secret Service—that he would never confuse a dummy with a corpse, that he had killed and seen dead bodies worse than the dummy the average person had seen. Much more.

But this time he got it wrong! He almost thought it was a hanging corpse—that's why he was surprised.

Nick carefully observed the dummy, and he noticed that there was a unique vitality in the dummy, in other words, artistic expression. There was no difference at first glance, but Nick was sure that if he showed it to the artists, they would be able to find it. The vitality of the dummy, in other words, the ordinary dummy is just a prop, but this one here is like a work of art.

Artwork can often give people a vague feeling, showing something inner, something alive.

Nick noticed this kind of thing, he saw the struggle of the dummy, it kept struggling while hanging in the air, it was fearful, releasing the inner tension, it appeared at the door, it seemed to be on guard for something. Then that thing opened the door and came in, and it was suspended in the air, struggling, resisting the thing.

Then it was devoured, corroded by...!

Feeling this, Nick suddenly felt that the feeling of touching the dummy had changed. It was no longer the stiff, inflexible plastic, but cold and greasy, like human skin without temperature. The stench of the dummy, Nick felt the dummy he was holding start to press against him.

Its hands start to catch itself!

But he still had time to observe this room—it was a room that had been lived in, and there were traces of human activities not long ago, as shown by countless tiny details.

Nick believed in his powers of observation. At this moment, the cold and slippery body had slid into his chest, as if a corpse soaked in water had been fished out and then stuck to him—Nick had experienced all kinds of The feel of corpses, male, female, old, young, burned, drowned, suicided, murdered, rotting, fresh!

At this moment, there was no fluctuation in his heart, and he even had the urge to sleep with it.

But his rationality prevented him from continuing to do such insane actions, so Nick had to insert his big hands into the hair of the doll, groped between the slender neck of the collarbone, and then twisted his hands slightly to remove the plastic. The puppet's head twisted down, and he held the puppet's head in his hands, as if holding a basketball, and made a shooting pose at will.

A black man's big hand can firmly hold a basketball in his hand. Compared with this, a small female head is nothing.

He threw the puppet's head out, it bounced off the wall, and was picked up by Nick again. He immediately performed some shooting moves-hip dribble, three steps to the blue, super long three-pointers ball……

The doll's hair was wrapped around his hands, as if protesting something.

Chen Ang's voice came from behind him, and he looked at Nick with a strange look of perverted eyes: "How long are you going to play?"

"Have you finished checking?" Nick asked in surprise.

"I'm not as slow as you... so interested." Chen Ang said: "Every room has dolls, made of various materials, but there is a trace of people living in one room, and the dolls in that room also have some strangeness!"

Nick hung the head in his hand on his waist, and asked, "I'm here too...what's so strange?"

"That's a leather doll, according to my experience - it looks like human skin!" Chen Ang wrote lightly.

Nick gestured to the head of the puppet tied around his waist, and said, "I seem to be able to move!"

"And..." Nick hesitated for a while and said, "It seems that something is looking for something in this room, and the dolls are like guards guarding these rooms. Once those things come in, they will grab the dolls. What you're looking for can get away with it. What do you say those things are looking for?"

Chen Ang smiled and said, "Of course it's the person living in the room...or something that isn't a person!"

"Two rooms where people lived!" Nick tossed the doll's head, bouncing back and forth, and the headless doll wriggled and crawled on the ground. People don't care at all.

"There are strange dolls in the room, and they seem to be protecting the people in the room. All the dolls have traces of witchcraft. But the two rooms where people have lived, the dolls are the most different." Nick Chi Chi laughed: "Let's check all the remaining rooms on the first floor!"

(м.③③χs.cóм = old iron, please remember for a second ③③尛裞网)