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.

How could that be...

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.