Restarting the myth.

Chapter 11 Creator, Heavenly Father
Squeak———

A pale palm scratched the hood of the car, leaving dried blood plasma and scratches. The evil spirit slowly climbed up from under the car. Its translucent body had multiple fractures and its horrifying face could stop a child from crying.

The evil ghost had no head, and blood was oozing out of its neck. The child didn't cry because he was frightened unconscious.

In an instant, Wayne's face turned paler than a ghost: "Oh no, oh no, this car has been in an accident, and the victim is here to claim his life."

"Ghost, ghost..."

Wayne saw the ghost, and William in the passenger seat naturally saw it too. He pointed forward in panic, trying to drive away the ghost with the warm light.

It didn't work.

Veronica raised her hand and placed it on William's shoulder, interrupting his spellcasting. "He's not a victim. He's a trap set by the Death Walker. Using magic will make the Death Walker aware of it, which will be detrimental to our capture."

Veronica didn't want William to alert the enemy. She had had enough of the curse and was determined to catch the Death Walker. As for the scary ghost, it had no attack power and could only scare people. It would leave once the car was out of the range of the spell.

So, be brave and nothing will happen.

William looked disgusted. He knew that Veronica was right, but...

"That's easy to say, but why don't you open your eyes!"

"..."

Veronica didn't say anything, but turned her head to look out the window. With a click, another ghost hand touched the car window, which frightened her so much that her face turned pale and she shivered instantly.

Coming back to her senses, Veronica squinted her eyes and took another peek.

Scared, but still want to watch it.

"They can't touch us, so just pretend they don't exist and drive slower. Ghosts are transparent, so they won't affect driving."

Monica said with her eyes closed.

"Open your eyes too!"

William shouted, and seeing the beautiful girl and cat hugging each other tightly in the back seat, he wanted to join them immediately.

Unfortunately, he couldn't do that. He was in the front row and could only hug Wayne.

Turning around, I saw Wayne slowing down and driving with his eyes closed.

"Damn it, you're driving!"

William was not scared to death by the ghost, but he was scared enough by Wayne. He hurriedly rolled up the side window and yelled at Wayne to look straight ahead and drive safely.

William spent two years to get his driver's license. As a self-aware road killer, he strictly restrained himself from touching the steering wheel. At the same time, he also deeply understood that whether the car would have an accident or hit someone depends on whether the driver can abide by traffic rules.

For example, a passerby obeys traffic rules and sits on the sofa at home watching TV, with a small garden separating him from the road. William is confident that he can hit him with his car.

Because he is too self-aware, William is more afraid of car accidents than ghosts. When he saw Wayne driving with his eyes closed, he was so scared that his voice became sissy: "Veronica, why don't you just kill them? I'm scared."

"You are a believer of the Sun Goddess, yet you are afraid of ghosts."

"So what? There's a rule that followers of the Sun Goddess can't be afraid of ghosts!!"

William was about to cry: "Besides, I'm not afraid of ghosts, I'm afraid of Wayne. He drives without looking at the road, he drives with his eyes closed."

"..." x2
In the back seat, Veronica and Monica realized the seriousness of the problem and shouted loudly in harsh words.

From a distance, the blue sedan covered with translucent ghosts was shaking violently.

……

After a while, the blue family sedan drove normally. Just as Veronica said, the ghosts would leave on their own once they drove out of a certain range.

Wayne, who was in the driver's seat, asked to change the driver, but was rejected. Everyone in the car was afraid of ghosts and no one was willing to open the door and get out.

William was the fastest to dispel the fear. Seeing that Wayne was still in shock, he could not help but warn him, "Wayne, I didn't expect you to be afraid of ghosts. Believe me, you will encounter similar situations many times in the future. Get used to it as soon as possible and don't embarrass us magicians."

You have completely disgraced the magician!
Wayne snorted and defended himself, "I'm a conservative. The version of ghosts and such is too advanced. I can't accept it."

"Forget it, you're obviously afraid of ghosts."

William had a bad taste in his mouth and said with a smile: "How about this, I will tell you a few love stories about ghosts to help you overcome your fear."

"Serious? Forget about being serious."

Wayne glanced at William, knowing that the other party wanted to scare him, and said with a cold face: "Speaking of horror stories, I have a scary one here. From childhood to adulthood, I have relied on this story to scare myself for the first half of my life."

"tell me the story."

William swallowed quietly.

In the back row, Veronica listened attentively, afraid, but wanting to listen.

"It was a dead and silent night without moonlight. A child said to his mother, 'Mom, there is a child under the bed...'"

Wayne told the story in a rhythmic way: "The mother looked under the bed and saw a child who looked exactly like the child on the bed. The child said...Mom, there is a child on the bed!"

"And then?" William's face changed, and he trembled as he pressed against the car window. Veronica in the back seat held her breath and hugged the black cat Monica tightly.

The cat felt like it couldn't breathe.

"Then..."

Wayne slowed down the car, first looked at William meaningfully, and then said in a deep voice: "Mom beat the twin brothers."

"..." x3
Wayne's horror reversal story is not new, but in this era, it is innovative enough to ruin the atmosphere and make the subsequent stories told by William bland.

Not scary at all.

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The blue car crossed a stone bridge and drove on a slightly bumpy road, with raindrops hitting the car windows.

Wayne turned on the wipers and saw the blurry silhouette of the town.

Under the gloomy sky, the scattered lights were hazy and misty. The rain failed to wash away the mist, but it washed away the noise. Except for the occasional barking of dogs, the whole town was unusually quiet.

Wayne drove into the largest street in the town. Most of the shops on both sides were closed, and only bars and hotels were open for business.

At the end of the street is a church surrounded by a fence. The cross on the roof stands firm despite wind and rain, representing the orthodox faith of the town of Kafuno and the entire Chosen Continent.

Creator!
The belief in the Creator has a long history and is far more solid than the bizarre goddesses. Wayne was very curious why these beliefs could coexist instead of breaking out into a war of faith and causing bloodshed.

As the orthodox belief that determines the name of the chosen continent, the Church believes in the Father who created all things, and firmly controls the supreme power of the entire world in the name of God. Believers of other gods will be labeled as heretics, and beautiful girls like Veronica will become witches, completing the prison, basement, and barbecue trilogy.

This is what the God-chosen Continent should look like in Wayne's mind. The current chaotic situation with so many beliefs does not conform to logic and does not make sense.

There is magic in the God-chosen Continent, and gods really exist, which shows that the Creator Heavenly Father does exist.

Since I am the creator, I should be the only one who is supreme. What level are you little gods? How can you sit at the same table with me and eat, and steal the faith in my bowl?
But if the Creator does not exist, and is just a fictitious virtual idol, how could he defeat other gods and become the orthodox belief, and how could he ride on the heads of royal families of various countries and shit and piss on them?
Wayne didn't quite understand the inconsistency and wondered if the goddesses might have slept with the Creator Father.

On second thought, that shouldn’t be the case. If sleeping could make the Creator turn a blind eye, all the male gods who skipped sleep would have died long ago.

Unless the Creator is a loving God, in whose eyes men and women are equal.

Boom! ! !
A loud thunderclap and heavy rain came, interrupting Wayne's unscrupulous reasoning. He opened the car door and opened his umbrella.

"Humph!"

Veronica in the back seat snorted, and Wayne took on the role of driver, opening the back door and holding an umbrella for Veronica.

Veronica played the role of a wealthy lady, walking towards the hotel with a black cat in her arms. She didn't say a word the whole time, and it was Wayne who communicated with outsiders.

At the hotel counter, Wayne put away his umbrella and quickly looked around the layout of the first floor. He saw two young ladies in simple clothes sitting on the bench on the right.

The makeup was heavy, the collar was low, and the necklace was white.

Under Veronica's slightly disgusted gaze, Wayne skillfully gave a look and reached a silent consensus with one of the young ladies, and then reached a consensus with the other one.

Want them all!
Wayne asked for three rooms and faced the innkeeper's familiar inquiries, briefly explaining the difficulties he had encountered.

Passing by, it’s dark, it’s raining, need a rest…

He spoke politely, but the fatigue revealed in his words made the boss, who was very familiar with people, feel uncomfortable trying to get close to him. He led the group upstairs and served them dinner.

After the boss left, the two young ladies knocked on Wayne's door. When they entered, they saw William, who was eager to try, and Veronica, who was sitting on the bed with a black cat in her arms.

"Sir, there will be a surcharge in this case."

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you're satisfied with the price." Wayne nodded, indicating that everything could be negotiated.

The camera turned and the two young ladies snuggled up to each other, their souls pulled out of them, their bodies weak, saliva dripping from the corners of their mouths, their eyes dim and unfocused.

As you can imagine, they ate mushrooms.

Veronica's way of obtaining information was still simple and crude. She was decisive and didn't like to waste time. She asked directly about the whereabouts of Bloody Mike.

The town of Kafuno is not big. Due to the impact of industrialization, a large number of young and strong men poured into the city early, causing the town's population to decrease year by year. It is not difficult to inquire about the whereabouts of Bloody Mike.

Veronica knew the Death Walker's full name, Mike Nelson, and she also knew that he was planning to get married soon. In a small town with a declining population, this would undoubtedly be a big and exciting event. She was confident that she could find out his home address.

This is what should be done, but Bloody Mike was too self-conscious to invite the young ladies in town to a bachelorette party. Veronica's plan was thwarted again, and she didn't get to ask anything.

The camera then switched to the silly hotel owner, but he was well-informed and knew where Mike Nelson's home was.

“Drive west, across Oak Grove Road, and there’s the Nelson family estate.”

"manor?!"

Veronica frowned: “What kind of manor, is his family rich?”

"It was once very rich. The town of Kafuno was named after the ancestor of the Nelson family. At that time, the entire town's land belonged to the Nelson family, until one night..."

“Everyone is crazy!”

(End of this chapter)