Father Kieran returned to normal after about a minute, but it was useless to send all his men. He could not find the witch who had cast the spell. Only the slight stabbing pain on the back of his hand and an obvious cross represented a real nightmare.

——It's not a dream. Like Sean, he was under the spell of death.

Under the sunshine, New Orleans is still the same, bustling and unparalleled. It seems that it has not changed at all.

Familiar shadows and smiles can be found in the bustling streets. Sabin with a bright smile continues her work with the tour group, as if she were a normal and ordinary person.

All kinds of people followed her step by step to the sacred and secret place. The witch area is also a tourist attraction. They are particularly beautiful because of legends. Sabin's tone is natural and vivid. She seems to be particularly familiar with any angle here. She told tourists about these tombstones bit by bit, "each tombstone is taken care of by a specially assigned person, The witch's family will place various decorations in front of the tombstone to mourn the important members of the family... "

Unknowingly, when they arrived at Monique's tombstone, her footsteps stopped for a moment, and Sabin continued to explain. There seemed to be something strange wrapped in her tone, and a faint smile appeared in her dimple.

"This tomb belongs to the devro family. This family has always been famous in the French region because of its close connection with witchcraft... There is a witch named Sophie among their current family members..." her tone was mysterious and seemed to have some temptation / confusion and hook / attraction.

Sophie?

Aunt Sophie?

Monique suddenly heard the sound. She beat the wooden coffin harder. Her palms and backs rubbed against the wound. There were dark red blood stains. Someone knew her Aunt Sophie. There was someone outside. There must be someone outside!!

"Anyone? Is anybody there?? help me!! Help me... "

Sabin's faint voice is getting closer and closer, and Monique's mood is becoming more intense. There is also induction between witches. She feels the power of calling, and her tone is close to fanaticism. Yes, she can go out, "is there anyone? Please help me! "

Sabin's smile grew stronger and stronger. She walked slowly close to Monique's tombstone and stretched out her hand to explain, as if she really didn't know anything. "Yes, it's like this. If you look carefully, these new bricks show that some people died not long ago. It seems that the girl is still young, Yes... Very young, only sixteen... "

There are many camera flashing sounds in the gathered crowd, but it sounds strange. It seems that someone is asking for help. Her voice is very beautiful. It sounds like a girl

But the sound came from the tombstone.

——Girl's voice?

The hustle and bustle of discussion came out. How could the voice of the girl asking for help be transmitted from the inner position of the tombstone?!

"... what sound?" A brave burst out. Is there a girl hidden in the tombstone?

Fake corpses? Or acting?!

The tourists were stunned and began to be completely out of control. They took out their mobile phones in a hurry, recording and video recording.