People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Chapter 114 A Quick Guide to the Supreme Witchcraft

Although it's only early April, the weather in New Orleans is already starting to get hot and humid.

The car stopped in front of a building—

Mrs. Laura's Haunted House.

This lady was the cursed noblewoman who had an extreme love for torturing black slaves. She even bought and converted her house into a haunted house because she had too many torture instruments.

Rumor has it that she also created a code of laws detailing how to torture Black people.

Suren stood in front of the gate and closed her eyes.

In an instant, the barking of dogs and the sounds of passing cars all disappeared from his ears.

"Thump"

In the silent darkness, the sound of hearts beating gradually emerged.

Those around me, those in the building, all the way to a certain tree in the backyard —

Suren opened her eyes.

This is another way he uses his spiritual abilities after his spiritual elevation.

When he concentrates on listening, he can filter out unwanted noises within a small area and focus on his hands.

A certain sound.

However, this ability also has significant limitations.

For example, Suren can only hear the sounds made by objects.

If witches communicate through magic or telepathy, or if a normal person silently chants, he cannot hear it.

Suren led Fiona and the others around the haunted house and into the backyard.

Before they could even enter the backyard, a staff member in uniform came up to them and gestured to stop them, saying, "Excuse me, everyone, the haunted house isn't open yet. Please leave."

Fiona stepped forward, pulled down her sunglasses, looked directly into the other person's eyes, and said softly, "You won't mind this, go back."

The staff member's eyes momentarily went unfocused, and after a half-second of blank stare, he immediately put on a warm smile: "Of course, please enjoy your visit."

After saying that, he left naturally.

Suren watched this scene quietly.

This kind of mind control technique, which directly alters consciousness, is extremely difficult to defend against.

If I had met her before my bloodline breakthrough, before my spirit and magic had undergone their transformation—

Before they even had a chance to react, their brains had already been taken over by her.

Zoe and Madison, who were following behind, exchanged a glance, their eyes flashing with shock. This was the first time they had ever seen such a method of controlling living people.

Suren walked to the old tree and looked down at the moss-covered paving stones.

"Is this the place?"

Fiona hurried to catch up, her eyes filled with urgency.

"It's right down there."

Suren stepped back a few paces, making room for him. "You can dig it yourself."

Fiona didn't make any move.

The ground shattered instantly, and the wet soil gushed out to both sides like a fountain.

In a short while, a somewhat rotten wooden coffin was lifted to the ground by an invisible force.

A chilling "whooshing" sound could be faintly heard from inside the coffin.

After opening.

Inside, a large, obese white woman was huddled.

Her dress, from the last century, was covered in mud, making it impossible to tell what its original color was.

A rag was stuffed into her mouth, and her hands and feet were tightly bound by chains.

A pair of eyes stared in terror at Suren and the others above.

The group carried the coffin back to the witch academy.

This time, Fiona didn't try any tricks and took Suren to a basement in the academy.

She bit her fingertip and smeared the blood on the iron gate.

With a low rumble, the seal on the basement was broken.

Inside the door, a distinctive smell of paper wafted out.

Rows of bookshelves were filled with parchment scrolls and various magical books.

"The books and scrolls here only cover the most basic theories and the application of elements."

Fiona stood in the doorway, looking at him, and said.

Give me a reason.

Suren raised an eyebrow.

"Those high-level black magic tomes and witchcraft secrets have all been inscribed with blood oaths by successive supreme beings."

Ofina explained coldly, "So, even if you can take it away, you won't be able to learn it."

Suren understood the connection and nodded.

He's currently just looking for some basic theories to give Patty and Carrie a solid foundation.

We'll see how things go later and find them some advanced spellbooks.

He walked towards the outer bookshelves, his gaze quickly sweeping over them.

Before long, a small mountain of books had been piled up on the ground.

Suren didn't look at them closely; she just packed up everything that interested her.

Anyway, he doesn't need to learn it.

He raised his hand and waved it, and the books on the ground vanished without a trace.

This tactic made Fiona's eyelids twitch, and her eyes showed even more apprehension.

Suren ignored her reaction and dusted off his hands: "Transaction complete, I won't stay any longer."

Fiona nodded slightly, a look of joy on her face.

Her mind was now filled with thoughts of that nobleman who had lived for hundreds of years. She couldn't wait to pry open his mouth and ask him the secret of immortality.

Suren walked out of the villa and glanced back at the building.

He pulled out the address his father had provided at midnight from his clothes.

There are only two ways to ensure Zoe's secure position as the Witch of the High Priestess.

The first option is to wait for her to grow up naturally.

Given enough time, the exceptionally talented Zoe will surely undergo a transformation.

But this process is too long, and he can't afford to waste his time playing a simulation game here.

Moreover, if the opponent is not careful, they will be killed by Fiona, who is unwilling to relinquish her power.

Too troublesome.

So, only one other path remains—

Let Zoe grow up quickly.

Suren stroked his chin; he only had some guesses and thoughts about this matter.

He still needs to talk to the Voodoo Queen about the specifics.

As Fiona's enemy, no one understands witches better than her.

At the same time, he also needed the other party to perform another divination to verify whether Fiona's previous divination results were true.

"Ring ring"

The copper bell rang.

Suren pushed open the door of the barbershop.

The store is not very spacious. Near the entrance are a few dressing tables, and further in are rows of mannequin heads.

A woman who was cutting a customer's hair seemed to notice something, and her hands paused slightly.

She wore a wild leopard-print vest, her dreadlocks swaying slightly.

Mary Laver looked up at Suren and asked, "Is there something you need?"

Suren nodded and smiled. "I've come to make a deal with you."

Mary Laver did not respond immediately, but gestured for him to sit down and wait.

Only after she finished her work did she lead Suren to the back room of the barbershop.

"Who recommended you?"

Mary Lavo and Suren sat on the ground.

She looked at the white-haired young man in front of her.

In the past, her customers were mostly Black.

This is the first time I've met someone of Chinese descent.

Suren did not answer her question.

When Voodoo Father mentioned this woman's name, his face looked like he had eaten shit.

I don't want to get involved in their conflict.

"I'm calling you to ask you to do some divination."

Suren then briefly recounted the attack on Patty.

Mary Laver looked at him coldly: "I can tell your fortune, but what can you offer me in return?"

"A piece of intelligence."

Suren smiled slightly. "Do you know Mrs. Laurauri?"

Upon hearing this name, Mary Lavo's face instantly darkened.

"Why are you bringing her up? Are you trying to plead for her?"

Centuries ago, it was this wicked woman who murdered her husband.

In retaliation, she cursed Lalaure and personally hanged her entire family.

"She was dug out of the ground."