Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 646 - 643 Morgue

Chapter 646: 643, Morgue Chapter 646: 643, Morgue Marcus and the others couldn’t understand Du Wei’s words.

They just felt that the being before them seemed to have gone mad.

What place was this?

The stronghold of the Voodoo Cult!

A religion possessing the Everlasting Flower and the Demon God’s skull.

Now, out of nowhere, a being, neither ghost nor human, had caused a mess and even claimed they had walked into a dream.

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How could that be…

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Marcus couldn’t help but want to speak up right away.

But he didn’t get the chance.

For Du Wei had turned around, sat down, and his hands were once again poised over the piano keys.

This time.

A more frenzied tune burst forth.

Darkness, shadows, all things representing primal human fears, enveloped everything.

Marcus and the others only felt darkness before their eyes, as if they had been caught in a vast vortex, their bodies shaking uncontrollably.

All they could hear was the eerie sound of the piano, interspersed with a man’s voice, cold to the extreme, devoid of any emotion.

“The body returns to reality, the soul lost in dreams.”

“I will arrange everything for you, and this will be a one-sided deal. You offer your souls to me, and I will take everything you have.”

…

Wh…

Cold, dreadful.

The space was cramped, the surroundings dark.

Marcus gasped for air; though he couldn’t see clearly, he could distinctly feel his breath fogging.

The temperature was very low, seemingly dropping to freezing point.

He found himself in a tight space, unable to move freely, and his skills as a hunter seemed completely useless here.

“Damn it, what the hell is this place!”

Marcus remained calm in the face of danger, his hands groping in the darkness, trying to find a way out.

He increasingly felt that.

The inexplicable being was extremely evil to the Voodoo Cult, to the things they did.

The chill in the other’s words made one instinctively uncomfortable.

A one-sided deal?

Wasn’t this the behavior of devils!

The more Marcus searched, the colder his heart became; he realized he was in some kind of square space within an air duct because all the sides were smooth except at the joints where he could feel the edges.

The cold air kept seeping through.

He was shivering with cold.

Suddenly…

Marcus’s hands found two screw heads above his head, as if the metal sheet above was connected to a handle, tightened from the inside.

“I…”

“Am I in a cabinet?”

“No, why would a cabinet have air conditioning, could it be…”

A horrifying thought flashed through Marcus’s mind.

“Am I in a corpse drawer?”

No sooner had this thought arisen.

Than Marcus couldn’t bear it any longer; his scalp tingled as he violently struck the handle of the corpse drawer with his head and hands.

“Damn you, devil, let me out… you will go to hell… I curse you, you definitely will…”

Bang bang bang…

Marcus made a lot of noise.

And just then, he suddenly heard another series of knocks, right next to him.

Corpse drawers are generally multi-layered.

Designed for crematoriums and morgues, and some forensic departments at police stations might also have specialized corpse drawers.

But they’re usually quite large.

Each large corpse drawer is divided into uniformly sized compartments, and the staff pull them out like drawers, the only difference between corpses and objects being one is more neatly arranged, the other more disorderly.

“Aside from me, is there someone in the other drawers?”

Marcus’s expression grew agitated.

While forcefully knocking at the side walls of the inside of the corpse drawer, he shouted out, “I’m Marcus, are you people from the Voodoo Cult?”

However, the noise from the compartment next door stopped abruptly.

Marcus’s heart sank, and he swallowed hard.

He stiffened his hand, not daring to knock anymore.

His mouth was also firmly closed.

At this moment, the silence was penetrating.

Marcus’s back was covered in cold sweat, he kept quiet, still as a corpse, devoid of any movement.

But his mind was racing frantically.

“The person next door heard me, so why didn’t they respond? Instead, they kept silent.”

“Is it because it’s not human?”

“Or is there something I haven’t noticed?”

Just as the thought emerged.

Thump, thump, thump…

Marcus could hear footsteps coming closer and closer.

Following that, a creaking sound of a door opening.

“Is someone there?”

Marcus’s complexion changed, uncertain whether he should speak up or make a sound to alert the other to let him out.

But under such bizarre circumstances.

He felt that perhaps the best choice was not to make any rash moves.

Yet the mysterious presence in the next morgue slot seemed… seemed not to be human.

Caught in a dilemma…

Marcus decided to stay calm for now, waiting for an opportunity to arise.

However.

His suspicions were quickly interrupted.

Because the footsteps got closer and soon stopped right in front of the morgue drawer enclosing him, and then there was silence.

After that.

There was no further sound.

It had been too long since Marcus had felt this way.

Fear…

Dread…

When the footsteps ceased, Marcus’s scalp tingled with fear.

The humanity and cold rationality of a hunter were suddenly gone at that moment.

The deepest fears buried in the subconscious mind.

Even fears he had forgotten, those etched into his genes and into his bones, were all fully awakened.

Suddenly…

Thump, thump, thump…

The footsteps began to move away.

And what’s more, they moved to the next slot over.

Marcus held his breath, eyes wide open, pressing his ear against the side of the morgue drawer, trying to make out any sound from next door.

But all he heard was a grating, clanging noise.

The morgue drawer next door seemed to be pulled out.

The friction between metal surfaces was involuntarily reminiscent of the shrill sound of nails scratching stainless steel.

Then.

Another set of dull footsteps followed.

Completely different from the previous footsteps, one could clearly distinguish two different weights, for one set of footsteps was lighter than the other.

Once they left.

Marcus could no longer contain himself, struggling violently, kicking with his legs, pounding with his fists, ramming with his head.

He was drenched in blood.

But the morgue drawer was designed to open from one side only.

No matter how much force you used inside, you couldn’t push it open; it had to be pulled from the outside.

In those films and series, the protagonists pushing open a morgue drawer and running out, those scenes are greatly exaggerated and unrealistic. In real life, even if you woke up inside a morgue drawer, you’d be helpless.

The chill would gradually stiffen your body.

A vigorous struggle would only hasten the arrival of death.

However.

Maybe Marcus was just lucky, the door to his morgue drawer wasn’t very secure, and his battering actually caused a small gap to appear.

Filled with hope, Marcus lay inside the morgue drawer, inserted his hand into the gap, trying to push himself out.

Only.

As the gap widened.

When Marcus could lift his head, he saw two expressionless Voodoo Cult hunters in black, standing outside the morgue drawer, coldly watching him.