Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 157 Guiding and Reminding Prey and Hunter

Seeing the old man getting more and more agitated.

Louis had already led Carrie to the door of the store quietly, ready to break out at any time.

But the old man had not completely lost his mind.

In other words, when the colorful feathers on the crown flickered, the old man regained his composure and looked at Louis and the others.

"Thank you for the news, half-breed priest and witch. I am the Indian high priest, the Red Sun. You can call me Red."

"Can you tell me who did this?"

A half-blood priest? A witch?

Good heavens, no wonder we didn’t do anything to them, so that’s why.

Louis instantly understood that the aura of God on him should be quite obvious in the eyes of this high priest, especially since he was a mixed-race.

Considering what the other party had just said when he lost control of his emotions, at least in the eyes of some radical Christians, he and the high priest in front of him could barely be considered the same kind of people.

As a being rejected by the church, witches are the natural allies of the other side.

This is really...

Suppressing his emotions, Louis smiled slightly, "I know a thing or two about this."

"This has to do with who is guarding and utilizing that severed hand... There's a new company called W..."

Louis began to point the finger of blame at W Company. Although he was not sure if it was the other party who did it, it did not prevent him from speculating, suspecting, and doubting it. As long as he told these words to the high priest in front of him, he would surely make his own judgment.

The red high priest patiently listened to all of Louis's speculations and asked, "Do you know where this company is?"

You're right to ask, I don't know either.

Seeing Louis shaking his head, the red high priest's face was as gloomy as water. Suddenly, he took out something, a piece of red wooden board with some bark still on it.

"This is a method of communicating with the gods. I think it will be useful to you."

Louis didn't answer and looked at the Red High Priest, "What do you want me to do?"

"Nothing, I just want you to keep an eye on that W Company for me. If you have any news, please let me know. Also, could you please take care of some of my fellow tribesmen in Florida?"

The red high priest looked pleading.

Indian tribes...

Although the United States, Brazil and other places have set up protected areas for Indians and nominally given them the same level as states, in fact, these protected areas are just like the zoos set up by the United States for animals to watch monkeys.

The economic development there is backward, the unemployment rate is high, and there are controls everywhere. There is no guarantee of medical care, food, jobs, etc. It can be said that it is a deliberately created slum!
As for taking care of the other tribe...it's actually possible, I have the ability to do so. Moreover, although there is blatant discrimination, Indians actually have the right to vote.

In the future, when we establish a branch of Taoism, we may be able to absorb these people as the core.

They suffer from discrimination, have no security in their lives, and are even struggling for survival. However, they are not as stubborn as black people. It is a good place for them to live.
Well, I can try it later.

As for now?

Although you can agree to it directly, that's not how it works.

Louis looked embarrassed. "High Priest, you are well aware of the local government's policy towards the Indians. Even the protected areas are scattered across the mountains and forests. Helping them requires us to face the dual pressures of reality and the government."

“It’s not an easy thing to do.”

"so?"

"The price has to be increased!"

The corner of the high priest's mouth twitched. He realized that this half-blood priest in front of him really still had some of the habits of those white bandits in his bones. It was really...

Forget it. He is the only one I can trust and has the ability to help my compatriots. I just have to bear with it.

As he thought about this, the high priest pulled out another item from under the table: a sparkling ruby ​​ring. "I see you're a priest of the God of Fire. I think you'll like this. It can multiply the power of flames and strengthen your control over them. All you have to do is bask in the sun every day to keep it working."

"Also, this ruby ​​ring represents my identity. When you go to the big tribes in Florida, take it out and they will listen to you."

"So, do you agree?"

Louis: "Of course, even if I don't have these things, I'm still very willing to help the poor people who are oppressed by the American government."

The red high priest stared at Louis' hands as he quickly took the two things away with his dim eyes. He said nothing, yet it seemed as if he had said everything.

Louis didn't care. After stuffing the things into Carrie's hands, he looked at the high priest and said sincerely, "Don't worry, I will provide medical services, open jobs, and build the place. I can't say that they will become wealthy, but at least they will be guaranteed security."

"As for W Company, to be honest, I have a little conflict with them. If I get any information from them, I will definitely not hide it."

The Red High Priest nodded and said, "I believe you, but I hope you will remember what I said today."

Louis looked at him calmly.

"Okay, is there anything else the customer would like to buy?" said the high priest, sitting on the recliner.

"No more, I wish the boss a prosperous business."

Louis took Carrie out.

Before leaving, a voice drifted into his ears, "Don't buy this kind of doll if you see it."

Louis glanced back and saw that the other person was fiddling with an ordinary-looking, very girly doll in his hand.

Louis narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he recognized something, and then quickly left with Carrie.

Ding-ling-ling. Close the door.

After watching Louis leave, Red put the doll back in his hand. Looking at the doll, he seemed to have seen something and laughed out loud.

"Malthus, haha, hahaha..."

At this time, a phone call came in. Hongse's face froze and then calmed down. After the call was connected, a low and hoarse voice came from the other end.

"Indian, the raw materials you provided for the magic circle are not enough. I need more. I believe you can provide it for me, right?"

The corners of the red lips curled up slightly, "Of course, my 'friend'."

……

After walking out of the doll shop, Louis took a deep breath and calmed himself down.

Carrie finally spoke at this time, her face serious, "Louis, what's wrong? Is he scaring you?"

At the same time, his eyes kept glancing towards the doll shop, his mental power faintly floating.

"No, he just gave me a reminder."

"Don't get close to dolls recently. If you see dolls, stay away from them."

Although Carrie didn't understand why, she nodded. Louis never said empty words. Since he said that, there must be a reason.

In fact, there is a reason.

Because the doll that the high priest was fiddling with just now was exactly the style of the Annabell doll!
Annabelle is one of the characters in the Conjuring series. Inside her body is a demon named Malthus, who is very powerful and is close to being a big demon, or even a big demon.

Louis is not ready to face such a being without preparation.

"Let's go back first. Hailey should have started planning."

Louis and Carrie head back toward Haley's house.

……

Haley has indeed started planning. Thanks to her short stature and perhaps delayed development, she looks no different from a junior high school student when she puts on her junior high school uniform.

Then she began to imitate Donna's behavior, buying Regina's videos, photo stickers, light boards, etc., and often hung around the school gate with these things, and from time to time she would go to the street to hang out with other girls who were also star-chasers.

The target soon appeared, perhaps because Haley acted too innocently.

In a seemingly accidental encounter at the end of the street, a gentle-looking man holding a camera accidentally bumped into a girl who was fascinated by Regina's photo.

He invited the girl to a coffee shop like a gentleman as an apology.

Then he used the humor of a mature man in the store to make the girl laugh, and then revealed at the right time that he was a photographer and often helped celebrities take portraits and photos.

It successfully attracted attention and led the topic to a common hobby, chasing stars.

Naturally, the girls wanted to get the star's autograph and better photos, and then they exchanged phone numbers.

"Uncle, see you next time."

The girl's youthful and energetic smile made Jeff's heart surge. This smile is so beautiful~
With the camera in hand, Jeff returned to his home.

As a keynote reporter, but with a higher position as a deputy, he is already somewhat famous and a photographer who can take portraits of celebrities. Of course he has money and even rents a house that looks pretty good. This may be a bit wasteful, but he needs such a spacious independent space.

He dug out a box, took out a memory card, and admired the photos inside.

Green, beautiful, innocent, pure...

And, wailing, pain, paleness...

He licked his lips, his eyes filled with lust.

Jingle Bell……

The phone rang. "Hello, Jeff, Regina needs you to come over on Sunday. Also, the newspaper wants you to do an interview at the Shire Company. They've reportedly developed a drug that can help people lose weight and increase their attractiveness, and they're ready to publish it."

"You must be the first to do the interview and get first-hand information."

"Got it." Jeff, who was interrupted, hung up the phone impatiently.

Of course he knew why those guys at the newspaper asked him to go to Xilei Company for an interview, because Regina had a stake in that company, and he had a better relationship with Regina. Wasn't this just using his connections to run the newspaper business?
Damn capitalist!

No, he needs to vent his anger.

"Haley...Haley..."

Unfortunately, Hailey is not yet available.

He could only watch the young and energetic figures working on their craft on the screen.

……

the other side.

A short-looking little girl wearing a red hood was walking on the street, her expression gradually becoming indifferent.

prey?

hunter?

Who can tell the difference?

(End of this chapter)