From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 69 The Substitute Doll, Taming the Demon, and the Red Death Plague

How obsessed was Adrian, the ancestor of the Green family, with becoming a god?

One can glean some insight from the collection in his secret study.

The complete "Jade Record".

An ancient handwritten copy of the Key to Solomon.

The ancient Egyptian Book of the Dead, recorded on papyrus.

Some of the content was so enjoyable that even Mo Di found it fascinating.

"This is a long-lost ritual for resurrecting corpses!"

The spirit of the Voodoo sorcerer cried out in alarm.

This guy had just woken up from the voodoo doll when Modi forced him to sign a soul contract.

He must hand over all his knowledge, or Mordy will not prepare a body for him.

After obtaining a new body, he must work for Modi for a hundred years without pay.

Even capitalists would shed tears upon seeing this.

"It's in remarkably good condition, much better than the one I used back then!"

Arken Bernard read the contents of the parchment, nodding occasionally.

Mordy glanced at him and asked:

Is the loss of Voodoo traditions a serious problem?

"It's very serious. Much ancient knowledge has disappeared, and we have to piece it together from various sources."

The Voodoo sorcerer sighed.

"In a way, this is all thanks to you."

The Global Alliance for the Abnormal has organized numerous modern witch hunts, severing most of the traditions related to blood sacrifice and human sacrifice.

Voodoo was a major target of the crackdown, and Aken died during one of the witch hunts.

Fortunately, he had a backup plan: he used a ritual to transfer the soul into a voodoo doll.

Even so, he still fell into the hands of the Global Anomaly Alliance.

The voodoo doll was intercepted by the investigator, David.

"If it weren't for that kid, I would have completed the ritual long ago and projected my soul into the resurrected corpse."

He glanced hesitantly at the parchment and added:

"Well, compared to this, mine can only be considered low-grade."

"Enough with the nonsense. If you want to live, hurry up and fulfill your promise."

Modi had had enough of his complaints and urged him to clear his mind.

Arken had no choice but to comply, allowing the [Netherworld Mark] to take effect on him.

Thus, the ancient knowledge of Voodoo fell into the hands of Modi.

"I've kept my promise, now it's your turn."

"Of course, but I need to make some preparations. You don't want to possess a low-level resurrected corpse, do you?"

"Ha, a cunning investigator."

Arken said no more.

He had no other choice.

Modi absorbed the new knowledge, with the voodoo doll being his main focus.

"Contrary to popular belief, voodoo dolls in Voodoo religion can be used for more than just curses."

Curses are just one of its functions.

It is more often used to bless health, love, and success.

"Yes, that's why it has become the best-preserved tradition of Voodoo."

Aken said helplessly.

"People have too many misunderstandings about us. When they talk about Voodoo, they think of curses."

"Misunderstanding?" Mordy scoffed. "I don't think so."

Doesn't he know what kind of people a Voodoo priest is?

The concept of karma and retribution is not part of this group's beliefs.

They do everything from healing the sick and praying for blessings to cursing and killing.

As long as the money is right.

Not to mention the infamous resurrected corpses.

The Global Anomaly Alliance was right to kill the wrong person.

"Uh, please don't generalize from group behavior to individuals; at least I didn't do anything."

Even the materials for refining the resurrected corpses were stolen from recently buried bodies, not from freshly killed ones.

Compared to its peers, it can be said that it still has a conscience, but its moral bottom line needs to be lowered.

"Of course I know."

Otherwise, Modi would have erased his memories and refined them into soul fire long ago.

After digesting, Modi cut off a piece of his own flesh and then cast the [Flesh Proliferation Technique] on it.

This resulted in a large basin of flesh and blood.

"Putting everything else aside, the aspect of voodoo dolls that allows individuals to establish a connection with the doll is quite interesting."

His [Substitute Blood Puppet] also has this effect, but it cannot be actively interfered with through contact.

It can only transfer the curse.

After combining it with Voodoo magic, everything changed drastically.

The spirit sculpted flesh and blood, shaping them into the likeness of puppets.

Each one is about the size of a palm.

"If we're talking about something that connects most deeply to an individual, what could be better than their own flesh and blood?"

These flesh-and-blood dolls are more effective than dolls stuffed with cotton or fingernails.

"But the problem is, we're not like you, where you can just cut off a piece of flesh and it grows back."

Aken felt he was more like a cultist than an investigator.

Who else could cut off their own flesh without batting an eye like him?

The moment the flesh and blood puppet was completed, Modi stuffed the soul flames from his Purple Mansion into it.

They also used voodoo magic to deepen their connection with them.

As he pushed the stuffing out, he discovered that there were too many soulfires and not enough flesh and blood puppets.

He simply stuffed the four soul flames into the same puppet to improve its quality.

One puppet can be used four times.

Unless the damage is excessive, it can deplete the puppet's four lives in one go.

"One hundred and fifty-eight flesh and blood puppets, who else can kill me?"

With a wave of his hand, Modi collected all these puppets into his Purple Mansion.

These puppets, having been associated with him, are equivalent to magical artifacts he has refined, and thus can naturally be contained within his Purple Mansion.

Aken hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

He had never seen such a practice of turning voodoo dolls into substitutes for death before.

Furthermore, this was the first time he had ever seen a ruthless person who could unleash more than six hundred souls in a single move.

"With so many souls, you must have been collecting them for a long time, right?"

"Not long, just the amount from yesterday."

Modi waved his hand.

"Oh, I see... Ah?" His expression turned horrified.

Modi ignored his fuss and continued to study the classics in his study.

Besides the occult knowledge, some of the little stories inside are also quite interesting.

For example, in "The Key of Solomon," there is a story about a medieval magician taming a demon.

After summoning the demon into reality, they will deliberately assign the demon an unacceptable task.

For example, finding lost items.

Once the demon is found, it is denied and subjected to verbal abuse and physical punishment.

If it's not found, then the punishment should be even greater.

Of course, they would make preparations before summoning, such as black-handled swords and brass pots, to prevent the demons from disobeying.

"This method should be useless against powerful demons, but it's surprisingly effective against the weak."

"White people are too ruthless. They started exploiting demons in the Middle Ages. I think they are the real demons."

Arken exclaimed that he was an expert.

As Mordy was perusing ancient texts, the butler's ghost came knocking on the door at an inopportune moment.

"Sir, the mayor is here."

"The mayor? I haven't even gone to see him yet, and he's come to me on his own."

He got up and left the study.

The voodoo sorcerer disappeared into the bottle at his waist and left with him.

This bottle, called the Demon Spirit Bottle, is the container in which Arken now resides.

At the entrance of Green's old house.

The town mayor, named Born, sized up Mordy.

He realized he couldn't see through this man.

"You must be the heir to the Green family? I'm Mayor Born of Korwick. Why didn't you come to see me first yesterday?"

He immediately tried to put pressure on the man, testing his strengths and weaknesses.

"There's no need."

Modi said it casually.

"But I have the key."

"I can open the lock myself."

He patted the door, which was still not repaired, with a calm expression.

The mayor of Bonn's eye twitched, but he still found an excuse:

"Randy Green left something with me. You are the heir to the Green family. Go and retrieve it."

What Randy left behind?

He didn't even leave behind a body, so what else did he leave behind?

"I have a feeling this old man has been planning this for a long time, always wanting me to go to his house."

With his exceptional skills and daring, and possessing the Resurrection Coin, Modi could disregard the vast majority of risks.

"Please lead the way."

A smile appeared on the old man's face, and Born invited him to sit in a carriage.

Even in the 1980s, Korwick, located in Amelikan, still used horse-drawn carriages for transportation, which is truly remarkable for its isolation.

The carriage moved slowly, giving Mordy the opportunity to observe what Kowick looked like.

The houses mostly have a sense of age, and being inside them feels like stepping back into the 19th century.

On the streets, pedestrians were dressed simply, with most of them covering half of their faces and necks with cloth.

There wasn't much skin exposed on his entire body.

He recalled the young man he had met the previous night, who was dressed similarly.

The town mayor is the same.

"In Korwick, do you have to cover your neck and face with a cloth when you go out?"

He took the opportunity to ask the town mayor.

"Of course not, it's just a local tradition," the mayor replied.

"How could there be such a tradition?" he continued to ask.

The mayor of Bonn hesitated for a moment before speaking:

"Kowick was once the site of a plague that we called the Red Death."

To avoid infection, the townspeople would wrap themselves up tightly whenever they went out.

They believed that reducing the exposed area of ​​the body could effectively prevent the Red Death.

"Later, as the plague subsided, this practice became a tradition in Korwick."

Modi understood, and then asked:

How did the plague subside?

"I don't know either; the previous town mayor didn't leave many records."

The mayor of Bonn shook his head and stood up.

"We've arrived."

He jumped out of the car first, followed closely by Modi.

Then Mo Di followed him into his house. As soon as he entered, he felt a cold and gloomy aura lingering there.

This is not a good place.

He stood frozen at the doorway, not moving.

"What are you doing standing at the door? Come in right now."

Born saw that he was standing still, his palms sweating nervously.

Could it be that he noticed something?

"This heir is no ordinary person. Perhaps... we should just eliminate him?"

With that thought in mind, he quietly reached for the gun hanging on his belt.

"I'm just checking out the layout of your house, don't be nervous."

Modi smiled gently.

"Your house has such a deathly aura; there must be a lot of corpses buried underneath, right?"

The previous sentence made the town mayor relax a little.

But the next sentence made his heart leap into his throat.

Before he could draw his gun, Modi suddenly attacked.

He reached out and lightly patted the town mayor.

The deathly aura of the Styx seeped into his heart, instantly plunging him into a state of suspended animation.

"The materials for the resurrected corpse, aren't we ready now?"

Mordy closed the door and dragged Bonn deeper into the house.

The mayor of Bonn was unmarried, had no children, and lived alone.

That's a good deal for him.

The eerie atmosphere inside the house, comparable to that of a cemetery, makes it the perfect venue for a "resurrection ritual."

He lifted the cloth covering the mayor's face, revealing large red spots on his neck.

"Could this be... the Red Death?"

After confirming the operation of the constant spell, Modi dared to study the red spots.

His spiritual senses swept over the entire body of Mayor Bonn.

He came to a conclusion.

"The Red Death did not subside at all; instead, it formed a symbiotic relationship with the townspeople."

Normally, the symptoms of this disease will not be apparent.

But once certain conditions are met, it will erupt.

For example, right now.

Mayor Bonn sat bolt upright in shock, his eyes bloodshot, and let out a monstrous roar.