screenwriter mystery

Chapter 115 Punishment
"Master Lin, you must prove for me that my ancestor has become what he is now, and I have nothing to do with it."

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

Asen said to Lin Jiuying who was on the side with a worried face.

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

Looking at Asen who looked worried beside him, Lin Jiuying immediately nodded to comfort him.

Turning her head to look at the sleeping apprentice behind her, Lin Jiuying shook her head, looking at the misty clouds outside the window.

But his thoughts couldn't help but recall everything that happened in the London church.

……

London, inside.

The hostess looked horrified at the mysterious man who broke into their home. Just now, the 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 stood there motionless.

"Mommy? Dad?"

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

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

"Do not."

Seeing the child appearing in the living room, the mother, who was still paralyzed from fear, immediately crawled up to the boy with both arms and legs, hugged him tightly, and turned her head to the man with a pleading expression.

"Please, let my child go."

Ignoring the pleadings of the hostess, Narciss looked gloomy and looked down at the voodoo doll in his hand, his expression twitched.

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

What he holds in his hands now is nothing more than a temporary voodoo doll made of rags, and even the power of the curse has become extremely weak.

Otherwise, under his curse, the male owner of the house would not just be stiff, but directly die of pain.

"If it wasn't for that weird guy, I wouldn't have thrown away the important voodoo dolls and the revenant!"

Thinking of the powerful reanimated corpse refined from the shadow corpse, he was also thrown away by himself.

Narciss' breathing became a little short, and an expression of uncontrollable fear appeared on his face.

Having lost the most important sacrifice, he had no choice but to flee.

However, before that, I need a more powerful voodoo doll as a guardian.

Under the cloak, Narcissus glanced coldly at the family in the house, and finally landed on the child in the woman's arms.

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

Sensing Narciss' gaze on the child, the hostess' expression became even more terrified, and she protected the boy who was ignorant of the danger behind her, pleading to Narciss constantly.

Facing the woman's pleading appearance, Narciss's face under the cloak was not moved in the slightest.

Voodoo believes in fear, and any pleading for Narciss is not only useless but an affirmation of him.

It means that everything he does is in line with the teachings of Voodoo.

"Don't worry, all of this won't last long."

Holding the voodoo doll woven from rags in his hand, Narciss showed a terrifying smile at the child behind the hostess, and was about to step forward.

"Narcis!"

Suddenly, inside the house.

A familiar roar filled the room.

boom!
Under Narciss' horrified gaze, the stove in the kitchen suddenly ignited automatically, and the distorted face of the high priest appeared in the dancing flames.

"The High Priest!"

Looking at the daunting face that appeared in the flames, Narciss' originally cold expression suddenly became frightened, he stopped his steps, and knelt down.

"Tell me, Narcissus, why you didn't answer me."

"Still, you betrayed me and Voodoo."

The words of the high priest accurately hit Narciss' inner thoughts.

Because, Narcissus could only reply in a more fearful voice: "No, high priest, I did not betray you and Voodoo, I just had to escape from the church I was in because I was attacked. .”

"Accident?"

In the flames of the kitchen, the face of the high priest jumped.

"Sacrifice, what about the sacrifice!"

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

"The sacrifice was snatched away by the group of people who attacked me. I tried my best to stop it, but..."

Facing the high priest's questioning, Narcissus tried his best to defend himself.

"I don't care who took the sacrifice."

However, the high priest in the flames did not give Narciss a chance to explain further.

"All I know is that you failed, Narcissus, again!"

"The sacrificial offering is a sustenance required for the return ceremony of Empress Laview, but because of your failure, the offering was lost and the ceremony could not proceed."

"Since you lost the sacrifice, then, you can only be the sacrifice for this ceremony!"

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

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

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

In the dancing flames, the high priest kept chanting strange incantations, under the influence of these incantations.

Narcissus twisted and got up, his eyes revealed a look of fear and despair, but his body gradually became quiet under the power of the spell.

With the end of the high priest's spell, the fear on Narciss' face disappeared.

Instead, there was a dull and expressionless cold face.

His eyes were silent and dim without any focus, and the expression on his face was like a corpse that didn't need to warm up his emotions. He opened and closed his mouth and made a voice that didn't use any ups and downs, and said to the high priest in the flames.

"Follow your orders, master."

After saying all this, Narciss 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 the ceremony was completed, the flame burning on the stove was instantly extinguished.

"Honey!"

Following the departure of Narciss' stiff figure, the motionless man in the house also regained control of his body, and quickly hugged his frightened wife and children, comforting him.

"It's okay, everything is over!"

The arms tightly hugged the shocked family members in his arms, but the man's eyes subconsciously glanced at the direction Narciss left.

In the man's field of vision, Narciss walked stiffly step by step, and finally disappeared into the shadows.

(End of this chapter)