Although the temperature of the swamp night had dropped a little, it was still a little stuffy, and Roger carefully looked around as he dragged the unruly water ghost to the shore.

Then he drew his dagger and removed some parts of the ghost's body, putting them away, and Roger took a few stones from the shore and stuffed them into the ghost's broken stomach.

Finally, the body sank to the bottom of the lake.

After all this, he returned to the sheath of his sword and walked towards the light in the distance.

It was pitch black all around, and Roger didn't know where he was dragged by the water ghost along the way, and he had to find a way to get back to Danielle's house as soon as possible.

If it's too late, the woman will probably run away.

But to be honest, Roger really didn't know how to face her, maybe the moment he subconsciously slapped her on the back of the head just now had already exposed his thoughts.

Draining the water from his boots, Roger walked all the way, the light in the distance seemed to be close, but this time, the distance was a little far.

Before he could get closer, a strange recitation sound came, and Roger was slightly stunned, he suddenly remembered the strange text he heard his mother recite at Travis's house yesterday.

"It sounds the same."

Through the bushes, Roger saw a group of people.

"Huh?"

I remember leaving the Travis house when a crowd of people was walking deep into the swamp.

"Is it the guys?"

"What are they doing in the woods so late?"

The blacks who lived in that gathering place were of tribal origin, and Roger had little other idea about these traditions.

However, the circle and his decomposing corpse in Travis's house, as well as the prophet mentioned by Travis's mother, gave Roger some bad premonitions.

He subconsciously lightened his pace and slowly leaned forward.

A group of people carried torches, illuminating an open space as if it were day.

The kneeling man was dressed in a garment made of black feathers, his face was painted with oil paint, and his expression was blank.

In the darkness of the woods, the scene did look a little weird.

With a slight flicker of his gaze, Roger noticed two figures standing in the middle of the crowd, his pupils shrinking slightly.

A familiar face came into view.

"Betty?!"

"How is she?"

Thinking of the series of changes after Amanda returned to Baytown, Roger had some vague speculation.

"She must have seen something here."

Seeing the situation in front of him, if someone told Roger that this group of people was just marching and partying, Roger would definitely not hesitate to spit on each other's face.

I also learned something from Henrik, and the battle in front of me was a typical voodoo ritual.

It's more than a star and a half stronger than the one Hannum once cast.

The chanting of the crowd grew louder and louder, all the syllables came together, and when the climax was reached, the crowd simultaneously scraped their palms with daggers.

Press your blood-stained palm to the ground.

Only then did Roger notice that on the ground they were kneeling was a large mass of tangled vines.

The middle-aged woman standing next to Betty opened her hands, her eyes turned pale, and she was chanting something, as if she was making contact with some being.

Betty fell to her knees.

In the palm of her hand, there is a heart that is close to decay.

"Return to the Spirit!"

Betty shouted, and then a scene occurred that surprised Roger.

A wandering spirit emerged from his heart, and although it was a little far away, Roger could still distinguish the identity of the other party at a glance.

"Travis!"

"Is that woman the so-called prophet?"

"What are they going to do with Travis's soul?"

A black mist appeared out of thin air, pressing Travis's soul into his heart, and Betty opened her mouth.

Swallow that rotten heart one bite at a time!

Her face was covered with thick green tendons, her pupils were white, and this lively girl who once seemed to be full of youthful air was now like a terrible ghost crawling out of hell.

The chanting stopped, and the vines on the ground seemed to have life, and their tiny branches were inserted into the wrists of the people around them who knelt down.

The blood stained the green plant red, and there were already people around who had fainted from excessive blood loss.

At this moment, Betty's face suddenly changed, her abdomen bulged, and the crumbs of the heart she had just eaten vomited violently.

It was a scene that looked extremely pervasive.

It's like a person spitting out his own internal organs alive.

Pieces of blood spurted out of the heart and fell to the ground, but it coalesced into the form of a small person the size of a skull.

Then the minced meat shrank inward as if it had life.

The next moment, all the vines twisted and converged, wrapping the blood-colored villain in layers.

Snort!

A monster that is nearly two meters tall and is made entirely of green vines rises from the ground!

His appearance is close to that of a human, but his feet are rooted in the ground like a tree, and his two arms are extremely long.

At the tip are snake-like branches.

"Finally it worked!"

The middle-aged woman let out a sigh of relief, her body shook slightly, and she almost fell to the ground.

"We didn't have to be that complicated."

She glanced at Betty, "It's all because of your choice." ”

"Now that you have its following, although you have only just begun to cultivate, it is enough to deal with creatures below the transcendental."

"Travis was carefully selected by us, but it's a pity that he died a little early, otherwise he would have been your best mate."

Betty's face had returned to normal, and she didn't speak, but stepped forward and touched the green monster.

"It will be your most loyal servant."

"And as you grow stronger, you get stronger."

"Your sacrifice has been answered, go to Bay Town, the message given to us in the divination will be the hope of our rise."

"If the so-called Holy Son is discovered, will I and it be able to subdue the other party?"

Betty asked.

"No problem, the energy fluctuation that feeds back to me is very weak, this is a weak existence, but it is also our opportunity."

"Things are often not absolute, and sometimes there are big secrets hidden in some seemingly weak existences."

"Finding it may help you achieve greatness."

"With a real witch, our identity will be recognized, and then we will be integrated into this reshuffle."

"The rise of the tribe falls on you!"

Betty turned her head and looked at the people kneeling on the ground, and couldn't help but clench her fists.

It wasn't the life she wanted, but she had no other choice at the moment.

At this moment, the feet of the green monster were pulled out of the ground, and the ritual was completely completed.

"You can't fully control it yet, connect with it with your blood and try to control it."

Betty nodded, slashing her brow with her fingernails, and a little blood fell on her fingers.

Place blood on the monster's forehead.

But at this moment, the green monster, which had not moved, suddenly turned around and let out a roar in a certain direction in the bushes!