Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 133 Huang Yan Huang Yu Carrie wakes up
Carrie has always been an introvert, and in a sense she is quite similar to Maria. Both of them are the introverted type who are easily bullied.

And they all have a family that oppresses them.

But there are also subtle differences. For example, Maria is rebellious. During her rebellious period, she even wanted to learn to smoke, take the initiative to make friends, and was sometimes rather introverted.

But Carrie is different. She basically doesn't resist and is weaker than Maria. But relatively speaking, Carrie is also kinder.

The weak Carrie would never call Emma on her own initiative, but now she suddenly called her, obviously she was really anxious.

But, a puppet that can move?

Emma: "Don't panic, just talk slowly."

"There was a new dollhouse opened near the street, so I went in to take a look. It was just sitting there in a corner, looking quite pitiful, so I bought it. But after I got it, it started moving, even though it looked normal before."

“Now my mother hasn’t come back yet, I’m hiding in the room, I don’t know if it will come in, Emma, ​​what should I do.”

"Ah! It, it's knocking on the door!"

Snapped!
The phone hangs up.

Emma looked at the phone in astonishment, and finally turned to look at Louis.

Louis was right next to them, and after his transformation, his five senses clearly heard what was said without any hesitation.

"Let's go, it's next to our house."

After saying that, he took Emma and walked out.

Maria subconsciously wanted to follow, but Louis didn't say anything. She paused again. Madison next to her rolled her eyes, pulled Maria and walked out, saying to Yurenka, "Let's go to the bathroom."

In a blink of an eye, only Yurenka was left at the table.

After finishing the last bite of fried chicken, Yurenka wiped his mouth slowly with a napkin, glanced at Maria and the other one who were already heading towards the school gate, sneered, and shook his head slightly.

Then she picked up her books and went to find other grade representatives. The position of student union president could only be hers!

At the school gate, Maria, who was being pulled, kept shouting for help, but she couldn't break free. Madison's mouth twitched and he suddenly paused.

Maria almost stopped and stumbled forward.

"Maria, I find that you are becoming more and more dishonest." Madison crossed her arms and looked angry.

Maria smiled awkwardly, "Really?"

"What do you think? Aren't you very strong now? How come you moved away when I pulled you?" Madison sneered.

"I'm just afraid of hurting you." Maria's eyes were wandering.

"Oh? Really? Well then, it's not like I can't stand the nagging of those teachers in class. Let's go back now. There's no need to follow them."

Madison said as she pulled Maria's hand back, but found that she couldn't move it at all.

He suddenly laughed out of anger.

Maria smiled sheepishly, but her feet seemed to be rooted to the ground and she refused to move at all.

"Madison, I'm sorry, I... that..."

Sighing, Madison rolled her eyes, "I'm your sister just for you to use as an excuse."

"Forget it, let's go, let's go, Louis is almost gone, if we don't hurry up we will be unable to catch up."

"Actually, there's no need to be so anxious. I know where Louis's house is." Maria said.

???

Are you already so familiar with each other privately?
I do not know how?
Madison was still in a daze when Maria pulled her away.

"Tell me the truth, did you do that with him?"

"That? Ah! No, no."

"Tsk, it seems you can't do it either."

"Madison, you did?"

"Me? Of course, I've had eight or ten of them. It's not uncommon for men."

"Haha, stop bragging. Have you forgotten before...you were blushing."

"Tsk, you little traitor, what's wrong with being a virgin? I'm so beautiful, I'll conquer one man after another sooner or later. What about you? You can't even handle Louis, you little loser."

"Madison!!"

"Hahaha!"

"..."

The bold words that made them blush and heartbeat were blown away by the wind, and they ran to catch up with Louis and Emma who had just got in the car.

Louis was not surprised to see the two people. His keen five senses had already noticed them, and he even vaguely heard some of what they had just said.

Well, they are all quite bold.

Emma curled her lips and leaned closer to Louis.

Madison sat in the passenger seat on her own initiative and winked at Maria to show her encouragement. Maria lowered her head and sat in the back seat.

Louis: "Let's drive."

"Okay, Master."

hum.

The vehicle starts.

Start the return journey.

……

At this time, Carrie's house.

Carrie, huddled in the corner against the locker, looked at the wooden door nervously as she heard knocks one after another.

The sound was very light, not sounding like someone knocking, but rather the sound of wood knocking against each other. In fact, it was indeed wood.

Carrie was trembling all over. She regretted so much why she had been so soft-hearted when she saw the puppet in the corner. She felt that it looked very much like herself, a marginalized person like her, a piece of unwanted trash. On impulse, she bought it.

And the other party was indeed a piece of junk, and she bought it for only one dollar.

After coming back, he cleaned the body up thoroughly and used some rags to make a small pair of clothes to make it look cleaner. But he found a note inside the clothes with the name Finley written on it.

She read it out subconsciously, and then saw its eyes turn.

She was sure that she was not mistaken!

After letting out a scream, she ran into the room and called Emma.

As for why she called Emma, ​​it was because Emma was her best friend and her second best friend was Su, so she subconsciously called Emma.

In fact, she wanted to call Louis, but unfortunately, she didn't have his phone number.

At this moment, she felt that she was dead and Emma would not be able to come in time.

Carrie was trembling and made the sign of the cross with her hands on her body. She was not actually religious and her mother did not allow her to believe in religion, but at this moment, she still couldn't help but want to find some comfort in her heart.

crunch.

The wooden door creaked unpleasantly.

Carrie's nervousness reached a peak.

Even a revolving lantern appeared in my mind.

Her life... seemed to have nothing but two things: obeying her mother and enduring bullying.

She always went to school alone. Her mother did not allow her to participate in any social activities, and she often could not understand what her peers said.

Everyone in school is very mean. They always have inexplicable malice towards her, but she has nowhere to confide in. Even her mother will not listen to her complaints, but just thinks that this is what she deserves.

My mother sometimes said that I was a sin, that all women were born with original sin, especially me, that it was a mistake for her to give birth to me, and that she didn’t allow me to believe in religion just because I was a child of sin.

Ah, mother, what on earth can I do to satisfy you?

Recalling her short life before her death, Carrie found that she had no regrets at all. Perhaps, death is also a kind of relief?
But at this moment, her eyes caught sight of something, a bottle wrapped in cloth placed in the locker, and her eyes froze instantly.

boom!
The wooden door opened.

The puppet's jaw was opening and closing with a click, as if it was laughing, and it was holding a dagger that looked quite old in its hand.

Coming closer step by step.

A moving puppet and a dagger that is about to draw blood.

An inexplicable atmosphere of horror arose spontaneously.

Carrie watched the puppet getting closer and closer, her breathing became rapid, her eyes widened, and she kept glancing at the bottled object above her. Her hands trembled as she wanted to reach out to resist.

The puppet stopped in front of Carrie.

"Click!"

His mouth opened and closed, making a crackling sound like wood hitting wood, and the dagger swung down.

"Do not!!"

hum!
As Carrie screamed, an inexplicable force appeared and instantly knocked the puppet away like a cannonball.

But the dagger still hit Carrie on the head.

Snapped!
My forehead hurts, but I seem to be still alive?

Carrie opened her eyes tremblingly.

But she saw the dagger fell beside her. Carrie touched her head and found no blood. She picked up the dagger tremblingly and took a closer look.

???

Toy? !
Carrie opened her eyes wide, an indescribable feeling filling her heart.

Shocked, relieved, ashamed, speechless...

That puppet named Finley was using a toy knife? Could that kill people? Did he get it by mistake? Or was he just teasing me?

Wait, that puppet.

Carrie looked up quickly, but found no trace of the other person. She stood up carefully and looked around, and immediately saw a gap on her door.

She took small steps over and glanced toward the cave entrance.

But I saw that the puppet Finley was supporting himself with one leg and using his right hand to pick up his left hand which was scattered on the ground. His left leg was also scattered next to him, and the ground was covered with wood chips. His clothes were also tattered, as if he had suffered some kind of impact.

Finley positioned his hand and waved it twice, just as nimbly as before. Then it began to snap, as if cursing and accusing, its eyes filled with human fury. It wanted revenge! Revenge!

It jumped around and tried to put its left leg back on so it could take revenge, but it saw a shadow moving on the ground and subconsciously looked up.

I noticed Carrie looking over here.

what! ! !
Click, click, click, click, click, click...

Silent screams, audible fear.

There was visibly fear on Finley's puppet face. He quickly grabbed his left leg and jumped to the other side.

Carrie looked dazed.

This puppet actually ran away?
What's going on?

Regardless, I seem to have survived.

Carrie breathed a long sigh of relief, then returned to the locker, took out the bottled items, and put them in her arms.

Then she picked up the toy knife and walked out the door carefully. She couldn't just sit in her room and wait for death. She had to take advantage of the fact that the puppet was broken and seize the opportunity to escape.

At this time.

The knock on the door sounded again.

But this time, the knock was not on the door of a room inside the house, but on the front door of the house.

(End of this chapter)