Beauty Comprehensive 1999

Chapter 432 The Backlash of the Voodoo Curse Ritual

Recently, more and more reporters gathered in front of Martinez's house, to the extent that they affected the lives of the surrounding residents.

And John Martinez was getting more and more anxious.

How could he not see that he was being targeted?

First, they aimed at the career of their youngest daughter, Jennifer, and blocked Jennifer with music, and then they targeted the blood scarf gang backed by their eldest son, Little John, and even wiped out all the top management of the blood scarf gang.

In his opinion, the vigilante Liming should be a trick of the people behind it.

And he already knew the behind-the-scenes manipulator who launched the attack on their house, but the old guy still didn't confirm whether the young man was really the man behind the scenes, or a target launched by the people behind it, so he didn't launch the attack. own trump card.

"It's just that it's impossible not to activate it now. I need to let those people see that although the tiger is old, it still has the power to fight back, and frighten those guys with a strong counterattack. Hehe, I want to throw my used tool into the In the garbage dump, those big shots think too easily!"

Withdrew his gaze from the hidden window where he liked to peek outside most in the past, John Martinez showed a fierce expression on his face, and walked towards his study.

As the night progressed, darkness enveloped the land.

In Los Angeles, which is like a city that never sleeps, except for areas densely populated with entertainment venues such as West Hollywood, most blocks are only lit by dim street lights, and the rest are dark areas that cannot be illuminated by light.

The block where Martinez’s house is located is between middle-class and ordinary communities, but the law and order is similar to that of ordinary communities, or even worse, because there are many African-American residents in this block, although they are the kind that have serious jobs in the eyes of black people. Brother Mu, there are also many people who pursue a stable and peaceful life, but their nature is still unstoppable, so the crime rate is higher than that in ordinary neighborhoods. This is the result of John Martinez and other so-called black leaders' efforts to suppress it.

In this way, these people seem to be beneficial to society to a certain extent.

But those who have studied this aspect will know that this is just an illusion given by those black affirmative action activists.

Although these people seem to have no crimes, even if they have criminal records, they are typical of cleansing, but people need to know that they wash their feet through repeated racial conflicts and riots, and games with the government and other classes. Go ashore and become a good citizen now.

In fact, each of the leading black affirmative action activists is the root cause of cholera, but compared to those black people who personally bought zero yuan and smashed and robbed, they are the ones with vested interests and the conspirators behind it.

As one of the best, John Martinez changed into a completely different attire from his usual amiable intellectual attire.

Wearing a cloth robe decorated with geometric shapes, plant seeds and flowers, a hand-woven soft hat, and strange oil paints on his face, he is sitting in front of the dark altar with his eyes closed and meditating.

And behind him is his eldest son, John Martinez Jr.

This is the secret room under the study of the Martinez family. It is more spacious than the study and living room above, and there are concrete pillars for support around it. It is obvious that it has been secretly remodeled when the house was built.

The weirdest thing is the flames burning on a stone altar like a bonfire. The flames are miserable green, which makes people panic.

In front of John Martinez, who was sitting cross-legged on the dark red carpet, there was a low black wooden table, on which were placed candles, clay pots and other items, and there were seven or eight black voodoo dolls that looked chilling, these things Among them was a five-inch photo, which was exactly the one that Xie Zihao took for a fashion magazine.

In addition, there is a photo of Maria Dawson, a newcomer in the music scene who has been gaining momentum recently, known as the voice of the angel and the singer of the gods.

After pondering for an unknown amount of time, John Martinez suddenly opened his eyes and said:
"Look, I'm about to start!"

After finishing speaking, he picked up the small knife on the table, and while chanting an unknown spell, he gently stroked his wrist, and a stream of blood with a stale stench slowly flowed out and flowed into the In a small bowl on the table.

And Martinez, who was chanting a spell, mashed a live frog into a pulp, poured the juice into a small bowl to mix with his own blood, and then added some powdered spices and herbs to make it into a bowl that exudes an incomparable fragrance. Weird, disgusting stuff that smells like rotting corpses masked by spices.

And John Martinez himself has become louder and louder, holding a blood bowl, chanting the name of a certain god, and at the same time picking up one of the several voodoo dolls and throwing it into the green fire of the altar.

With a bang, the miserable green flame that had been burning faintly erupted suddenly, as if it had been doused with gasoline, and instantly devoured the palm-sized voodoo doll, only a mournful scream came out from it, and then nothing made a sound.

The candle ignited without fire, but the lit candle was the same color as the green fire on the altar.

The already cool underground space became a little colder the moment the candle was lit, and Little John couldn't help shivering behind him.

Then a more gloomy force descended into this secret room, it felt as if there was some huge poisonous snake entrenched in the darkness, ready to pounce on all living people at any time, making one's hair stand on end.

"The great crow god has accepted my sacrifice, and I will curse the person in the picture next."

After explaining to his son, John Martinez, who was still in the voodoo ceremony, then picked up the photo of Xie Zihao, painted on the photo with a knife dipped in his own rancid blood mixture, and chanted the weird non-human Mantras that can pronounce syllables.

According to the normal situation, it should be the power of the gods, and then the photo was surrounded by miserable green flames, and was finally swallowed.

But something went wrong in this step, and a white-gold light suddenly burst out from the photo, scalding John Martinez's hand, repelling the putrid blood mixture and the power of the green fire, and There was also a sizzling sound, as if it was frying fish. Obviously, this platinum light was in a stalemate conflict with the power of voodoo and voodoo gods.

"impossible!"

Regardless of the burnt bloody left hand, John Martinez cried out after seeing this scene with a drastic change of expression.

As one of the few voodoo priests in the west coast line of voodoo religion after the high priest, he is also the best among B-level extraordinary people according to the international level of extraordinary people. Thinking, even if the target of the curse is the bishop of the Church of Light, a clergyman who has the protection of the Holy Light and the power of the gods, there will not be such a big backlash.

"Damn it, Facco, who the hell is that Lance Sherman?"

Facing his father who lost his composure, the weird oil paint on his face made the old face distorted by emotions such as anger, pain, and fear look even more terrifying. Little John was frightened and uneasy, and replied with a trembling voice:

"I, I don't know, it's a new movie actor with Asian descent..."

John Martinez suddenly thought of something and said:
"Asian, isn't it related to the guys from Hongmen?"

(End of this chapter)