Chapter 639: 636, Eternal bloom Chapter 639: 636, Eternal bloom Presen was beaten terribly.
Tom and Father Tony, this top-notch duo, had road the Red Light District for so long, they almost lost their virtue, and now thinking about it gives them the chills.
If it weren’t for Du Wei.
The two of them might have really been in trouble.
Moreover, it was the kind of trouble where it’s better to be dead than alive.
Tom threw heavy punches.
One punch after another landed on Presen’s head.
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Father Tony, on the other hand, relentlessly kicked at Presen’s groin.
This scene was just devilish.
Watching from the side, Freddy felt a cold chill between his legs, wanting to reach down and touch, but he felt awkward looking at his ferocious right hand.
Even Du Wei felt a bit unable to watch.
However, he also knew Father Tony and Tom were truly enraged, or else they wouldn’t have struck so viciously.
Sigh…
If any man had encountered such a thing, he’d probably react the sa as Tom and Father Tony.
After quite a while.
Even Freddy started to feel uncomfortable watching.
He tentatively said, “Master, if your two friends keep beating him like this, Presen might actually wake up and co back to reality.”
Upon hearing this, Du Wei frowned, stepped down from his throne, and said to Tom and Father Tony, “Enough venting, I still need to brainwash Presen and make him one of us.”
Tom nodded upon hearing this and then spat at Presen, “Don’t fucking let run into you in reality, otherwise, I’ll beat you every ti I see you.”
Father Tony delivered another kick to Presen’s groin and ground his heel in hard.
“Trash!”
During this process, Presen couldn’t make any sound at all.
Only his hideous and painful expression could convey his recent despair.
Du Wei stared coldly at him, then waved his hand.
Instantly, Presen’s scream of agony shattered the peace.
Du Wei coldly said, “Shut up!”
After speaking, black energy began to waft from his eyes.
The power of Illusion activated.
The ability left by Evil Spirit Du Wei could still co in handy now.
Presen’s cries suddenly ceased.
His eyes dilated, his mouth gaped open, and he dribbled like an idiot, panting for breath…
He had clearly entered into an Illusion.
After quite a while.
Presen’s expression returned to normal, and in a sleazy tone, he said, “I’ve seen the great master.”
Du Wei coldly asked him, “Tell who you are?”
Presen replied, “Press Jetman, one of the Chief Priests of the Voodoo Cult, and likewise your most humble and loyal slave.”
Du Wei said with satisfaction, “Good, now tell the secrets of the Voodoo Cult. I want to know about internal matters like the Blood of Jesus and all the information about that skull.”
Father Tony beside him was already flabbergasted.
What in the world is going on…
Until now, he still hadn’t grasped the situation and what had just happened.
Tom, however, scoffed at him and whispered, “If you’re a brother, don’t ask; I’ll explain it to you later.”
Father Tony looked embarrassed.
By then, Du Wei had almost figured out that Tom had probably woken up a while ago and was just pretending to be unconscious.
Therefore, Tom must have heard everything he said.
Feeling guilty, Father Tony could only say, “Brother, it’s my fault, please don’t take it to heart.”
Tom let out a cold laugh, “Brother, why would I mind? After all, we are brothers, and brothers should share hardship, right?”
Father Tony quickly nodded, “You are right!”
At this ti.
Presen had started to speak.
He said, “Master, the Voodoo Cult has ten high priests, and I am one of them, but we are all responsible for matters related to sacrifice. The more core secrets are controlled by the hunters.”
“However, what we are sacrificing is sothing similar to the Blood of Jesus, which we call the Everlasting Flower, the eternal beauty, the ultimate destination of everything.”
Right after he finished speaking.
Du Wei interrupted him, “The Everlasting Flower, are you sure?”
In reality, there was a cult organization that worshiped itself, known as Duke Bai’s Cult, which was previously referred to as the Everlasting Flower.
Presen replied, “My master, I am certain it is called the Everlasting Flower. Everyone in the Voodoo Cult is connected to it, but this connection is passive.”
“It is always absorbing our life force, and when we die, our souls will belong to it. It could be said that we are its fuel, sustaining the legend of the undying.”
“It is not a flower per se but rather a conceptual symbol.”
“Yet, every year, it shows signs of wilting, at which point we begin the blood sacrifice. With each sacrifice, a hunter dies, but also, a new hunter is born.”
“Where it resides, no Evil Spirits can be born.”
At this point.
Presen seed to recall sothing, “Oh right, a while back, sothing like an apparition from a Horror House ca to West Gana. There was a strong reaction from the Everlasting Flower, but then it stopped.”
Du Wei narrowed his eyes, “Go on.”
Presen then said, “Yes, the Everlasting Flower possesses the ability to fulfill people’s wishes. It seems to have a will of its own. On the surface, the Voodoo Cult worships ancestors, but in reality, it shifted over a hundred years ago to worship the Everlasting Flower instead.”
“Regarding the skull, when we acquired it, it had flesh and skin, sealed within a crystal.”
“It is said to be the head of a Demon God.”
“Based on the information recorded on the Demon Stele, we deciphered a thod to deal with the skull, eroding away all its flesh with Evil Water and completely erasing any residual information.”
“It turned into a major weapon of the Voodoo Cult.”
Presen was still telling his story.
But he hadn’t noticed that at this mont, Du Wei’s face had turned ice cold to the extre, his hands clenched tightly, and his whole deanor radiated intense killing intent.
Anger!
Resentnt!
In Du Wei’s mind, rationality always prevailed, but those negative emotions stirred from ti to ti.
Gradually.
Presen also realized sothing was amiss.
Trembling, he said, “Master, please don’t be angry, every word I say is true.”
Du Wei asked icily, “I only have one question right now, when you got that skull, was it a woman with silver hair?”
Presen replied, “It seems so.”
Du Wei nodded, “Good, I understand now!”
Having said this, Du Wei turned to Father Tony and Tom, “I need your help. Bring that head back for because I cannot descend into reality.”
He was trapped in a dream with only an envelope and shadows, even the oil painting was left behind in the Wittebach family ho.
To take Minette’s head, he could only rely on others.
Tom and Father Tony decisively said, “Leave it to us, then what will you do?”
Du Wei replied coldly, “I want the Voodoo Cult dead.”
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