Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 156: The Indian Five Crowns and the Awkward Priest's Pursuit
There was a solemnity in Carrie's voice.

Louis's expression changed as Carrie said, "That doll shop in Orlando?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

Louis nodded and made the call directly.

Soon, Yurunka called back and said, "There's no shop selling dolls. The shop is now a snack shop. According to the owner, the shop was sublet a few months ago."

"okay, I get it."

After hanging up the phone, Louis looked at the store and said, "There's a problem."

Although it was not transferred out of thin air, it was sublet a few months ago, perhaps due to business problems or other reasons.

But it is incredible that a doll store could travel all the way from Florida to California.

Not to mention that the Finley that Carrie bought was from this store, and now the dollhouse is also from this store.

Such a coincidence?

Louis didn't believe it.

But he didn't want to go in by himself, so...

soon.

Jingle Bell.

The doorbell rang.

A Latino man walked into the store and looked at the manager, a dark yellow-skinned old man wearing a gray robe and lighting a cigarette.

"Boss, do you have a toy house here?"

The old man glanced and pointed to the side, where there were two toy houses, but there were no dolls inside.

"If you want to buy something, it's better to come with more people so you can get a discount."

The Latino frowned, not understanding what he was saying, but he still wrote it down. "Boss, do you have any puppets that can move on their own?"

The old man didn't answer at all.

Helplessly, the Latino man searched around, remembered something, and hurried out of the store.

In the corner, Louis handed a hundred dollars to the man in front of him, watched him leave, and then looked at Carrie.

"Now we can confirm that there is indeed something wrong with this store. Let's go in and take a look. They should have discovered us."

Jingle Bell.

The doorbell rang again.

This time, the old man did not lie on the recliner again, but sat up. "Hello, guest, is there anything you would like?"

Louis looked around and found that the store was indeed mostly filled with dolls. There were all kinds of dolls, even the latest Barbie dolls. It can be seen that the store is cutting-edge and the buyers are not out of date at all.

"Boss, I want to buy a doll that can move by itself. Do you have any?"

"There used to be one, but it's gone now." When he said this, the old man suddenly looked at Carrie, "It was bought by this little girl."

Louis raised an eyebrow, not expecting the man to admit it just like that.

At this time, the old man smiled and said, "A very evil witchcraft was cast on the core and soul of that doll. Later, a priest cast a kind curse on it, so there is no need to worry about any harm. If you are brave enough, you can treat that little guy as a baby doll."

Good guy, he admitted it directly and revealed Finley's secrets.

"Who's the boss?"

Seeing that he was honest, Louis simply revealed his cards and tested him.

The old man smiled and was not surprised. He took out a crown from under the table. It was made mainly of some animal skin, with a row of thick long tail feathers of eagles, vultures and other birds of prey inserted on it. The corners were inlaid with some gold, silver and gems, which seemed to be drooping. It looked both gorgeous and mysterious.

Louis suddenly realized.

Out of curiosity about why this hot land of America was so strange, Louis once conducted a rough study of its history, and the Indians were the one that could not be avoided.

This kind of crown represents the Indian priest.

And, he was no ordinary Indian priest.

The classification and status of Indian priests can be seen from their head crowns, among which there are five main types.

There is an eagle feather crest that symbolizes bravery.

A jeweled crown inlaid with gold, silver and gems, representing wealth.

Combining wolf and bear fur with feathers, it represents a natural crown of kindness and wisdom.

It is woven with a variety of feathers, shaped like a shawl, and divided into different spirits according to the color of the feathers. It is a chief's crown that represents power.

The crown of death, made of animal bones, blood and skins, symbolizes war and darkness.

The old man in front of me has a crown that has three symbols: an eagle feather crown, a jewel crown, and a natural crown.

Bravery, wealth, and wisdom.

One can imagine the status of this old man among the Indians.

"It seems you recognized it, so I don't need to explain it."

"Are you here for the toy house?" the old man asked.

"That's right. Since you're the boss selling it, you should know there's something wrong with that toy house, right?"

"Of course, I let it out on purpose." The old man said as a matter of course.

???

Seeing Louis's surprise, the old man smiled and said, "I sell things, others buy things. It's fair and just, and it's the spirit of contract. Isn't that what white people value?"

"Well, why are you so surprised? It seems that it was only a little girl who bought this thing?"

"When the white people sold drugs to us kids, they didn't care that those kids were kids." The old man looked indifferent.

"As for why I do this, haha, I like it. I have a lot of stuff here, and for those good people, I will sell some ordinary things."

"For ordinary people, it all depends on luck. If they are unlucky and buy something that kills people, then they deserve to die."

"Especially religious people, they deserve to die."

"As for the evildoers, hehe, I won't let them die so easily. I want them to wreak havoc in the world, attract demons, and associate with them."

The old man smiled as he said these words, and in Louis' eyes, the fluctuation of his soul made it clear that the other party was not lying! Everything he said was true!
Then the problem is coming.

why?
Why did he do this?

Why did he talk so much to himself?

Also, is he sick? These conditions seem to be deliberately targeting white people and Christianity, but it seems that they don't want to really hurt good people. It's too awkward.

"Boy, don't use your power to look down on others casually. Be careful or you might provoke someone powerful and die one day." The old man suddenly snorted coldly, and the soul fluctuations in Louis' eyes disappeared instantly.

Louis nodded apologetically towards the old man.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. Since you're here for the toy house, let me tell you about it first."

"That thing incorporates a portion of the great Quetzalcoatl's power. Then, I added some curse power to it. Anyone who takes out the ghost head will be killed by the curse."

"Of course, with your strength you can still handle it."

"But it's best not to try it recklessly, otherwise it may cause some changes to the power of the great Quetzalcoatl inside, which is beyond the imagination of ordinary people." The old man sneered.

Louis' eyes flickered.

Quetzalcoatl is the god of life, light and wisdom, agriculture, etc. in Aztec mythology. He can be called the main god. Of course, he has another more well-known name - Quetzalcoatl/Sun God, Kukulkan!

No wonder the things in this toy house come alive. Isn’t it normal for them to come alive after integrating the power of the God of Life?
But, was he just going to release something that was fused with divine power? Was this old man so willing to do that?

"Hmph, don't look at me like that."

"Anyone can buy these things. We Indians have our own rules. The kind of deals I set up depend entirely on luck. If you can get them, that's your luck. No one can take it away from you."

"Okay, now that your questions are over, it's my turn to ask you."

"I'm asking you, have you...ever come into contact with our Indian priests?" The old man suddenly stared at Louis.

Obviously, this was the main reason why he called Louis in.

But Indian priests?

Nowadays, the number of Indians is relatively small, and most of them live in the protected areas designated for them by the United States. It is not easy to contact them, let alone contact them as priests.

But since the other party said so, there must be a reason.

Where have you come into contact with it?

Louis frowned and thought hard.

Suddenly, there was a start from behind.

Shit! He actually did come into contact with it!

But it wasn't a person, it was his corpse!

It’s that soul-calling arm!

The family had heard of him tracing the origin of the arm. A voodoo wizard with Indian ancestry made a big name for himself in Florida as a psychic, but one day he announced that he was going to the big city of New York to make money and improve the lives of his Indian compatriots.

But the result is gone forever.

In the end, only the severed hand was left, and Louis suspected that the wizard was harmed by W Company and made into a special prop.

Otherwise, it would be hard to explain the ceramics and spells on the severed hand that were used to suppress the abilities.

Louis had only had long-term contact with this arm of Indian descent. Apart from that, he had never even seen an Indian.

Louis hesitated for a moment and then told the old man in front of him what happened.

Of course, some beautification and concealment were done inside.

When the old man heard that it could attract evil spirits and make the soul of the person who came into contact with it half-open and extremely sensitive, his expression became visibly excited.

"It's him, it must be him. This kid is still here, that's great. But why isn't he with Red Deer?"

After hearing what Louis said about the other party wanting to improve the lives of the Indians and make a lot of money, but ended up with only a broken hand, the old man's face turned ugly, "Broken hand... Broken hand..."

If a priest's hand is made into a tool for summoning spirits, can he still get any relief?
The outcome is obvious.

The old man clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and his face was terribly gloomy. The entire doll shop began to tremble slightly, and even the dust and stones on the ground began to jump.

A strong sense of danger emerged, and Louis got goosebumps all over his body.

The Blood River Pearl began to tremble slightly, the Wanhuan Robe changed color slightly, and a fiery red mark flashed across the forehead.

Even Carrie, who had been silent beside her, felt the danger. Powerful telekinesis began to swirl around her, and at the same time, she moved her feet, vaguely blocking Louis.

The old man was still mumbling.

"I knew it, I knew it, none of the white people are good."

"Idiot, how can you make money? The White Demons got their money through fraud. Without the protection of the gods, how can we possibly defeat them..."

"Christianity, damn God."

"Demons, I'm going to release more demons..."

"Fuck you, God!"

(End of this chapter)