World Occult User Guide

"Bah."

When Mrs. Adamek grabbed Lin An's wrist, he felt a sharp and small pain. He found that there was a small thumbtack stuck to the other person's finger, and the end penetrated his skin.

"That's very well said, but with your identity and background, you shouldn't know so much about 'Voodoo'." Lin An withdrew his hands and turned the Philosopher's Stone to heal the scars without leaving a trace, "Isn't that right, Bo?" Iska’s ‘Gorgons’?”

The lady smiled: "Your friend who looks like a little sheep is very clever."

This was the information Edward told Lin An. He had always suspected where Mrs. Adamek's endless wealth and weapons came from, so he took advantage of the break to go out and conduct a small investigation.

According to the reporter, he asked a local friend.

This man, like the crew of Bantu who drove the death ferry and the employees who covered him at the Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce factory, belonged to the workers' association in Nanzhou. He told Edward, who also belonged to the union, the information.

Combining the known information, Lin An conducted an investigation on the dark web and locked the madam's true identity.

"A long-standing underground arms trafficker, a businessman from the Baltic Sea in the early 20th century, with the wealth to buy the Ivory Coast, Marie Gielgud Adamek, the youngest daughter of the Dorgon Gielgud family." Lin An explain.

In fact, Madam's secret work is not very hidden, it's just that most people who know about it don't dare to say it.

However, various signs indicate that her family has nothing to do with the aristocratic family. Previous rumors mentioned that the black-clad "underground organization" with whom she had secret meetings at night was most likely a subordinate sent by her mother's family.

She is just an ordinary person with a big background and knows nothing about "Comes".

"You might as well add another title - a donkey who is blinded by love." The lady sighed melancholy, "Why did I get tuberculosis when I was 16 years old? At the stupidest age, I fell into the most mysterious The trap."

"Does your husband know your real last name?" Lin An picked up the fallen iron plate and sorted out the second set of medical materials.

"He was assassinated when I tried to confess, so he will never know about me."

The lady fiddled with the black gloves with hollow lace, allowing Lin An's blood to fully penetrate into the skin through the cloth.

"But for the sake of preserving his and his children's good name, I would have told those gossips in Abishan, in the Gielgud way: Hush."

"Do you want to 'tell' me like this?" Lin An looked at her sideways.

The lady showed a meaningful smile and changed the subject: "Let's go back to what we just discussed - using voodoo to bring my husband back to the world."

"I'm sorry, I don't understand this kind of witchcraft."

"I'm sorry, I don't care either. I'm just recreating a scene from half a year ago to you." Madam said, "During a public consultation in the hospital, someone demonstrated the witchcraft you performed and put others into a trance. "

"I didn't pay attention to this little commotion, after all, I was tired and sentimental at the time. So he found me alone and showed more 'voodoo' - even though I heard about strange phenomena happening around the world, it was quite cool to see it with my own eyes. shocked."

"At first he claimed to be a 'spiritual healer', and his voodoo really made me feel a lot better." Madam unbuttoned her gloves, "When we got acquainted, he revealed to me a method of 'summoning the dead' witchcraft."

"Sounds interesting, what's the principle?" Lin An asked.

"I said, attract the gods."

The lady completely took off one of her black silk gloves. Her skin was no longer pale and smooth, and was covered with pitted, twisted and winding patterns.

The blood stains on some wounds had just solidified, and the blood scabs were slightly raised, making the scalp numb.

"First of all, the person who is summoned must devoutly believe in the effect of voodoo and cannot refuse to serve the gods because of fear of terrible consequences. Secondly, she must study under the master Djévò for several months until she fully understands the 'Law' she should serve. Ah'."

"Then she smeared her blood on another person appointed by the Master, and made him lie with Asson, the sacred rattle, for six days, and herself remain perfectly chaste. On the seventh day she absorbed his blood, and the completion This ceremony.”

"After all preparations are completed, the master does what he does and receives the necessary instructions from Loa. The predictable result is this. Loa descends, takes over my body, and allows me to meet my husband in a trance dream. Afterwards, he will bring Walk your soul as a supplement.”

"So you cut yourself to exchange blood with me?"

Lin An recalled the scene where his wife recruited a medical assistant. When cleaning the wound, he did come across the other person's blood.

"As for the rattle... it could be anywhere in my dorm."

"After all, you are admitted to my husband's clinic."

"I have only one question, madam." Lin An said expressionlessly, "Did the master designate 'me' to be your sacrifice?"

"Our decisions come from the precise calculations of a diviner."

"It's such a shame, I'm afraid you have found the wrong person." Lin An spread his hands, "I don't want to play seance house with you, let alone be a fortune teller dressed up and playing tricks with ghosts, and perform 'Stars to Me' again. '."

"It's not up to you!"

Mrs. Adamek uttered a cold Polish curse, pulled out a pistol from her waist and loaded it.

At the same time, Lin An hooked his fingers, and the [Extra Weight] of "Golden Dawn" fell from the sky, pressing the lady heavily to the ground. The thick black hair that was tied up fell loose and covered her back like a waterfall.

"Bang!"

"Take me to your 'master', ma'am."

Lin An picked up the bandage and shook it away. The metal properties of the [Philosopher's Stone] were unpredictable, making it become a soft strip of cloth at one moment and a hard iron chain at another, making a rattling sound.

"I will take you there...but not in this manner!"

Mrs. Adamek made a sharp arc, bent her fingers, and pulled the trigger regardless of the direction of aim.

"Ping!"

The bullet penetrated her calf, and the blood immediately soaked her black dress.

"Um?"

Lin An's expression changed slightly, because the moment his wife was injured, his calf also felt a sharp pain that penetrated the bone marrow. The unbearable mental torture climbed up his spine, which was more painful than a simple gunshot wound.

substitute?

It is not the spiritual incarnation of Jojo, but the "witch doll" commonly seen in movies and TV series!

According to legend, the caster can connect the caster's soul to the doll, and then use steel needles to prick any part of the doll's body. The caster will suffer the same pain, or even ten times or a hundred times the pain.

Grandma, this "baby" is just a superstition from Xizhou. It is simply spreading false information. Wait until I go back and block him!

Lin An grinded his teeth and went through the man's speech again.

Well, the priests of the World Tree Forum claimed that the "doll" was an image made up by the people of Xizhou, but they did not deny that the "Bound Witch Gu Doll" was fake, and even vaguely reminded everyone that real priests never need specific props.

As for the fortune teller Mrs. Adamek mentioned...

"Ping, ping, ping!"

Continuous gunshots rang out, and severe pain hit the nerves from all limbs. Lin An could no longer maintain his standing, so he knelt down on one knee next to Mrs. Adamek and spoke softly.

"Say hello to [Alfonso III] Jacob van Hoofwegen for me."

"What?"

The madam's pupils shrank, but she saw Lin An falling to the ground, and the weight on her body disappeared immediately.

She stood up again, dusted herself off, and frowned.

"What do you mean?"

Immediately afterwards, she decided not to think too much because all she could think about was "moving him to the room where the ceremony was held would allow me to see my husband again."

Other than that, she had no other thoughts.

…………

"Move the [Wanderer] to the room where the ceremony will take place! Marie Gielgud Adamek has only one thought in her mind. If I do this, I can see my husband and find out who killed him in the first place." he."

The tedious cursive calligraphy unique to left-handers stops here, and the pencil marks are dull and shiny.

The next moment, hazy starlight shone on the slightly old notebook, and the floating mist gave the words a gleaming shell.

The writer closed his eyes, and the words from the sky poured into his mind. An extremely abstract story was told "above" him. The illusory scroll opened, and all kinds of lights shined, bringing about an optical and theological battle. The amazing grace of co-starring.

Finally, he slowly opened his eyes, took out a pen, and re-traced the previous pencil-written sentences, and also crossed out some invalid sentences without haste.

"It's like writing an online novel." Someone came close to Jacob van Hoofwegen. "Delete, delete, and revise until the most 'appropriate' plot development logic is depicted - why don't you use a computer to write it?" What a waste of paper.”

"I like the traditional way, and I have a real sense of controlling my destiny." Jacob said angrily, "Secondly, the ancient starlight has guided me to the future. Please don't compare it with some nerds in the library or A fantasy in bed."

"Don't be so stereotyped, the forest ranger really likes online novels..."

"ha?"

"Just kidding, what's the next step?" The man's tone was full of interest, but the man could only read indifference from its eight eyes.

"I don't like your pressing tone."

"Okay, let's continue setting traps and catch our common prey. I'm going out to relax." The man shrugged and turned to leave.

The sound of footsteps faded away, from being dense like raindrops to the normal alternating "click-click" of legs.

The door is closed.

Jacob, who remained in the room, raised his left hand and the pencil fell on the thick paper again.

"After seven days of planning, the voodoo ceremony that Mary was looking forward to finally kicked off..." (End of this chapter)