North America: An Extraordinary Life Beginning with Exorcism

Chapter 67 Corpse Group
Green held the steering wheel with both hands and looked at the road ahead.

Just turn two more corners and you'll be back at the villa.

Soon, the vehicle turned the first intersection.

"what?"

Green frowned tightly and stepped on the brakes subconsciously.

I saw a thick fog appear in the middle of the straight road in front of me.

The street lights nearby were eroded by the fog, and the light became dim and weak, as if it would go out in the next second.

Bah! ! !
The tires made a sharp sound as they rubbed against the ground, and the BMW Z4 stopped just a few meters away from the fog.

Green didn't dare to delay at all and opened the door and got out of the car with Stitch.

He took a few cautious steps back, his eyes fixed on the fog in front of him.

"Who is behind this?"

Green frowned tightly, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

Cainites? Or the Church?

Thinking of the sudden needle-like pain just now, he subconsciously touched the golden bell in his pocket.

"Voodoo..."

At this moment, Stitch's hair suddenly stood up and he let out a low roar.

Its round eyes were wide open, staring intently at the foggy darkness in front of it.

Green's heart trembled, and he subconsciously followed Stitch's gaze.

Then, a familiar burning sensation came from the magic circle on his left wrist.

"rustle……"

The thick fog rolled like ink, and a burst of dense footsteps suddenly came from inside.

Green frowned slightly, and with a thought, the Night Bat Regiment soldiers appeared beside him like ghosts.

"Roar!"

A roar came from the fog.

The next second, corpses with a bluish-gray glow emerged from the fog.

They also looked ragged, revealing rotting flesh and white bones.

But unlike the resurrected corpse seen in the forest, there is a faint layer of black gas lingering around their bodies.

The zombies moved slowly and stiffly, yet carried a chilling aura.

If someone else were here, they would probably be scared to death on the spot.

However, when Green looked at the group of zombies approaching him, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"That's it?"

The atmosphere was so exaggerated before their appearance, but in the end they are just a group of zombies?

Green really looks down on the resurrected corpses.

This thing sounds awesome, but it's actually just a group of controlled puppets that move slowly and have no ability to think.

Even if an ordinary person encounters a returning zombie, as long as he can overcome his fear and has the right weapons at hand, he can easily deal with several returning zombies by himself.

"Take care of it."

Green stood where he was and gave an order.

As the words fell, the Night Bat soldiers standing beside him flapped their wings and rushed towards the returning corpse.

Although the number of the returning zombies is large, they move slowly and appear extremely clumsy under the attack of the Night Bat Regiment soldiers.

Just like a wolf among a flock of sheep, the Night Bat soldiers, with their extraordinary speed and fierce attack, scattered the horde of zombies in one encounter.

Their sharp claws flashed with cold light, and every time they raised and lowered their claws, they could accurately cut off the head of a resurrected corpse.

In less than half a minute, the remains of the returning corpses piled up on the ground more and more.

Green pulled Stitch back a few steps to avoid the black, smelly liquid flowing on the ground.

Just as the Nightbats were about to slaughter all the resurrected corpses, a low, eerie chant suddenly emerged from the thick fog. The sound was like a broken saw being pulled back and forth on a rough wooden board, sharp and piercing.

Green felt as if a thin needle had pierced his ear, and his whole body was shocked.

At the same time, the headless corpses on the ground began to twist slowly.

Wisps of black smoke emerged from their broken necks.

The smoke seemed to have life, wrapping around the head and body and reconnecting them.

In the blink of an eye, most of the returning corpses stood up again.

The black mist lingering around their bodies became more obvious, as if they were wearing a layer of black armor.

“Chop them up!”

Green frowned tightly and gave the order without hesitation.

Since the heads can be reattached after being detached, let the Night Bat Regiment soldiers cut all the returning souls into pieces and see if they can be reassembled!
As the words fell, the Night Bat soldiers flapped their wings again and rushed towards the resurrected corpse.

However, this time the movements of the returning corpses were no longer as slow as before. Facing the attacks of the Night Bat Regiment soldiers, they were able to react.

For a moment, the Night Bat Group and the Returning Soul Corpses were engaged in a fight.

"Damn it!"

Green frowned and looked into the depths of the fog.

He turned to look at Stitch and said, "Follow me!"

Having said that, he turned and rushed into the thick fog without hesitation.

The returning corpse is a specialty of voodoo.

The inexplicable appearance of the zombies and the strange chanting just now all indicate that the mastermind behind the scenes is hiding in the thick fog.

As long as we find and kill him, all problems will be solved!

Once he entered the thick fog, Green didn't even look at the rolling fog around him. He just ran wildly following the reaction of the magic circle on his left wrist.

The patterns of the magic circle were faintly visible on his skin, pulsating slightly with his heartbeat.

After running for an unknown amount of time, Green slowly stopped.

Suddenly, the view opened up not far ahead. An ancient altar was placed in the middle of the road, surrounded by a circle of candles burning with faint green flames.

Behind the altar, three tall black men stood together.

Like the black man who stole corpses from the cemetery, they had skulls painted on their faces with white paint.

However, unlike that unlucky guy, these three black men were emitting a faint black aura.

At this moment, they were closing their eyes tightly and muttering to themselves.

It was not until they heard Green's footsteps that they slowly opened their eyes.

"Green."

The black man in the middle looked at Green's figure and a crazy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The next second, he suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed a twisted staff from the altar.

"go to hell!"

There was a mad and cruel light in his eyes, and he began to mutter to himself.

As the sound rang out, countless thick vines suddenly stretched out from the ground.

They pounced on Green like a group of hungry pythons.

However, in Green's opinion, the vines were too slow.

He took a step forward and his figure disappeared in an instant.

Bang bang bang!
The vines lost their target and hit the road, splashing countless stones.

"Where did you go?"

The black man in the middle frowned tightly and asked his companion beside him.

However, like him, the two companions beside him were unable to see Green.

(End of this chapter)