174. Voodoo

The voodoo is a bracken-like hand that hasn't healed yet.

I live as a slave who is forced to work every day. With laborious labor and a whip that does not allow for a moment of carelessness.

To a voodoo who lives a life worse than a beast every day.

Hope or goal has long disappeared.

But what a voodoo can do is live each day.

I can rely on other people who have been dragged like voodoo and indigenous religions.

Avoiding the eyes of surveillance, voodoo surgeons and their companions, who perform religious rituals for a while,

That time was the only happiness.

Then one day, an instructor who was watching the slaves saw voodoo and people performing religious ceremonies.

I tried to run away, but it was already a clogged voodoo and people's quarters with no place to run away. I had no choice but to spit out a light moan, with my skin bursting and blood oozing from a harsh whip.

When my mind was no longer able to hold out, a colleague of the voodoo driver screamed and rushed to the instructor.

He was revered as a religious priest and could no longer tolerate the abuse of his colleagues.

The man, who rushed violently, grabbed the instructor's waist and tried hard to push him away.

But unfortunately, the instructor was not that easy.

At once, he grabbed the man's neck and threw him like an object.

The instructor glanced at the man who was moaning at the impact on the floor.

He threw away the whip he was holding, and he started stepping on the man with a solid military boots. The voodoo and his colleagues were just looking.

After a few minutes of harsh assault, the instructor left the lodging, spitting on the floor. Only then did the voodoo and his companions run to the priest. But already the priest had been out of breath, and there was no movement.

The voodoo, who faced death for the first time in his life, could not stop his trembling hands. Without making a loud sound of sadness and anger, he only made a low cry.

A voodoo who cures the crouched, hardened body of a priest, and prays for the holy fire. I closed my eyes and got rid of my confused mind.

At that moment, the priest's body began to glow brightly.

The light became a figure and spoke to the voodoo.

The appearance of a skeleton in a tuxedo.

It was Loa, who was perceived as a spirit in the voodoo religion.

The name of Roa is "Baron Samdi," which controls death, life, and resurrection.

Appeared to guide the priest's death. It was only shown to a voodoo with strong spiritual power. Baron Samdi glanced at the voodoo and immediately disappeared.

The dumbfounded voodoo had a wobbly look on his face.

I was just looking at where Roa was.

A few days later, the voodoo was having a hard day, suffering from labor as usual. After the priest's death, religious rituals could not be performed.

It was a impoverished life with no happiness at least.

And with the heat and the humidity, the voodoo's fatigue and stress reached their limit.

Eventually, he collapsed during his labor.

When the instructor saw it, he ran over and whipped the voodoo.

The voodoo's body was already broken to the point where he couldn't feel any pain.

The instructor, who saw the voodoo without moving, clicked his tongue.

I ordered my colleagues at the voodoo to bury them in the ground.

I was told to bury the voodoo, who was still breathing, so the voodoo's colleagues wanted to argue with the instructor, I didn't have the courage, and eventually I took the voodoo's arms and legs out of the workhouse and headed for the flat.

Dig a pit, waiting for the voodoo to wake up, the voodoo's companions.

I was hesitant about what to do, but because of the strength of the slave who was tamed by the whip,

I had to follow orders.

A voodoo who eventually entered the ground and was trapped in the cold soil.

The voodoo, who couldn't move or breathe in the soil, moved to an unconscious state.

Unconsciously, the voodoo was sucked into a new world he had never experienced before.

There was Roa, Baron Samdi, who I saw last time, waiting for the voodoo, holding a cigar in his mouth.

The voodoo, who felt that he was dead, breathed a deep sigh, but rather than a life without hope. He comforted himself, thinking that this death might be good.

Baron Samdi handed the voodoo a glass of rum without a word.

He moved his skull-free jaws and made a dull sound.

The voodoo thought that drinking this cup would be eternal death.

I slowly took it with a little trembling hand and handed it over to my neck with a sip.

But contrary to what the voodoo thought, it was a resurrection cup, not death. In the soil, he reached out with unknown force and came out of the soil.

The voodoo, who felt a different force than before, immediately headed to the labor center.

Other slaves who are being treated as subhuman,

The image of the priest who died of beating came to mind one after another. The voodoo thought he should liberate the slaves with this power.

As it opened up the overflowing power from the body, the voodoo's minions began to crawl out of the ground one by one.

The voodoo's minions, who are the bodies, are moving as the voodoo thinks they are.

I quickly took over the workhouse.

Attacking all those who mistreated slaves, slavekeepers, other voodoo and colleagues. The power of the voodoo, which they also turned into voodoo minions, was amazing.

The voodoo, who burst out the abusers who became minions, was revered by his colleagues and heard the cheers of liberation.

When the hardships and adversity of the past flood in, mixed with complex emotions,

The voodoo suddenly blacked out and collapsed.

When I opened my eyes a long time later, the voodoo was in an unfamiliar place, not a labor place.

Where is this place?