"Master Lin, you must prove for me that my ancestors have nothing to do with me."

Heathrow Airport, on a plane back to Hong Kong Island.

Asen said to Lin Jiuying beside him with a worried look on his face.

"Don't worry, I will explain everything to the Deng clan of Hong Kong Island."

Looking at Asen, who looked worried beside him, Lin Jiuying nodded and comforted him.

Turning his head to look at the apprentice sleeping behind him, Lin Jiuying shook his head and looked at the misty clouds outside the window.

But my thoughts couldn't help but recall what happened in the London church.

...

London, inside the house.

The hostess looked at the mysterious man who broke into their home in horror. Just now, the male host wanted to resist and drive away the uninvited guest, but was easily subdued by the other party with the voodoo doll in his hand, and was stiff there motionlessly.

"Mommy? Dad?"

Attracted by the sound in the living room, a blond boy ran down the stairs.

Looking at the motionless father and the limp mother in the living room, he tilted his head and looked at the figure wearing a cloak, with a confused expression on his face.

"No."

Seeing the child appearing in the living room, the mother, who was originally limp because of fear, immediately crawled into the boy with hands and feet, hugged him tightly in her arms, turned her head and showed a pleading expression to the man.

"Please let my child go."

Ignoring the hostess' bitter plea, Narsis's expression looked gloomy and swept over the family inside the house and looked down at the voodoo doll in his hand, and his expression twitched.

Because of an accident in the church, he was forced to give up even the most important voodoo doll.

What we hold in our hands now is nothing more than a voodoo doll made temporarily with rags, and even the power of the curse has become extremely weak.

Otherwise, under his curse, the male owner of the house would not only be stiffened, but would die of direct pain.

"If it weren't for that weird guy, I wouldn't have thrown away the important voodoo doll and the resurrection corpse!"

I thought of the powerful resurrection corpse made from the shade corpse, which was also thrown away by myself.

Narsis's breathing became a little quicker, and an irresistible look of fear appeared on her face.

Losing the most important sacrifice for the sacrifice, he no longer had any choice but to escape.

Before that, though, I need a stronger voodoo doll as a guardian.

Under the cloak, Narsis's cold eyes swept across the house and finally fell on the child in the woman's arms.

"No, I beg you, no matter what I want me to do, as long as you let my child go, I beg you..."

Seeing Narsis's eyes falling on the child, the hostess's face became even more frightened, protecting the boy who was at a loss for danger and constantly begging Narsis.

Facing the woman's pleading, the face under Narcis' cloak was not moved at all.

Vodou believes in fear, and any pleading will not only fail to do anything to Narsis, but rather an affirmation of him.

It means that everything he did is in line with the teachings of Vodou.

"Don't worry, all this will not last too long."

Holding the voodoo doll woven by the rag, Narsis showed a terrifying smile at the child behind the hostess and was about to step forward.

"Narsis!"

Suddenly, inside the house.

A familiar roar rang throughout the room.

boom!

Amid Narsis's horrified gaze, the stove in the kitchen suddenly ignited automatically, and the high priest's twisted face appeared in the beating flames.

"High Priest!"

Looking at the intimidating face that appeared in the flames, the originally cold expression on Narsis's face suddenly became frightened, stopped his steps and knelt down.

"Tell me, Narsis, why don't you respond to me."

"Or, you betrayed me and the Vodou."

The high priest's words accurately hit Narcis's inner thoughts.

Because, Narsis could only reply in a more fearful voice: "No, High Priest, I did not betray you and Vodou. I just had to escape from the church where I was before because of the attack."

"Accident?"

The high priest's face thumped in the kitchen flames.

"Sacrifice, what about the sacrifice!"

Compared to the accident that Nassis said, the high priest obviously cared more about the safety of the sacrifice.

"The offering was stolen by the group of people who attacked me. I have tried my best to stop it, but..."

Faced with the high priest's questioning, Narsis tried hard to defend himself.

"I don't care who snatched the offering."

However, the high priest in the flames did not give Narsis any chance to explain further.

"I just know, you failed, Narsis, again!"

"The sacrifice is the sustenance required for the return ceremony of the Queen Laview, but because of your failure, the sacrifice is lost and the ceremony cannot be carried out."

"Since you have lost the offering, you can only serve as the offering for this ceremony!"

Narsis knelt on the ground and heard the words of the high priest.

The expression on his face suddenly became extremely frightened, and he struggled to get up to escape from the terrifying house in front of him.

But the next second, the body under the gaze of the flames became stiff and uncontrollable.

In the beating flames, the high priest kept muttering strange spells in his mouth, under the influence of these spells.

Narsis stood up twistedly, his eyes revealing a look of fear and despair, but his body became quiet little by little under the power of the spell.

In his mouth, with the end of the high priest's spell, the fear on Narsis's face disappeared.

Instead, there is a cold face with a dull and expressionless expression.

His eyes were silent and dim without any focus. The expression on his face seemed to be useless and warmed up the body. He opened his mouth and made a sound without any fluctuation, and said to the high priest in the flames.

"Follow your orders, Master."

After saying all this, Narsis turned his stiff body and walked out with a cold expression under the fearful eyes of several people in the room.

On the other side, after completing the ceremony, the flames burning on the stove instantly went out.

"Honey!"

As Narsis's stiff figure left, the male owner who was originally motionless in the house also recovered his control over his body, hurriedly hugged his frightened wife and children and comforted him.

"It's okay, everything is over!"

His arms tightly held the frightened family in his arms, but the man's eyes subconsciously glanced at the direction where Narcis left.
Chapter completed!