Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 176 Capturing the Coffin Birthday Celebration Charm
"So, all of this stems from Mammon?"

Louis asked expressionlessly.

“Yes, in the memories I share with it,” Caleb replied respectfully.

Does Mammon want to descend to the mortal world?

Damn, the Demon King of Hell has descended upon the world! What does he want to do? Conquer the world?

Louis knew that this was most likely related to another movie, but the clues weren't specific enough, and Louis wasn't sure which movie it was.

But one thing is certain: this is a big deal!
The arrival of the Demon King is never a trivial matter.

It is important to know that in many descriptions, the Demon King is the overlord of Hell, commanding a large army of demons, and even the famous Seventy-Two Demon Gods are subordinate to the Demon King.

They are truly the pinnacle of existence in this world.

If such a being were to descend upon anything, I dare not say anything else, but sweeping across America would probably be no problem.

Damn, God is a dead man!
Louis, though outwardly expressionless, was inwardly cursing. He couldn't hold back any longer. He used to think God was just playing dead or giving up, but now it seemed that God was really dead!
Does He dare say He doesn't know what's happening in Hell?
The idea that Americans believe in this thing and use it to ward off the invasion of hell is utter nonsense.

Louis took a deep breath.

Don't worry, there's the church. It should be able to handle this kind of thing. After all, in the Western world, the church is a powerful force that suppresses all evil.

It's God's shepherd organization on earth. If even it can't handle this... then I'll just run away.

After a brief period of mental preparation, Louis quickly calmed down. Of course, judging from his expressionless face, he didn't seem shocked by this big news.

"I see. Looks like we'll have a lot to fight about from now on."

"By the way, do you know when it will arrive, and in what way?"

Caleb shook his head. "As a trusted confidant, Abalam only knows this much. No demon knows anything about Mammon's own descent except Mammon himself."

"Then, what about the list of those to be sent?"

"It only knows a part of it, and it's not simply about demons. Most of them are just ordinary demons, a few are great demons, and the strongest are demon gods."

Caleb then read out the names on the list, but only in abbreviations, not their real names.

The true name of a demon has special power. For some special demons, knowing their true name means being enslaved. For other normal demons, knowing their true name will also have a negative impact.

In particular, priests and nuns should not be allowed to know their real names, as this would make their exorcising power during rituals even stronger.

After hearing the list, Louis felt a chill in his heart.

Good heavens, Abalam alone knows of dozens of descending demons, including quite a few major demons.

I don't know if the church can stop it.

Let them fail...

"Very well, now, give me your real name."

Caleb looked puzzled. "Sir, it doesn't share this part of its memory with me, and I'm not sure if my current real name will be useful to me."

Louis smiled slightly. "I'm not talking to you."

Whoosh!
The willow-leaf-shaped golden blade slashed straight down on Caleb's shoulder, penetrating three inches into his flesh, sizzling as it struck.

"Roar!"

Caleb's face suddenly changed, his expression turning ferocious, and his eyes turned completely black. "Priest, what exactly do you want? Are you determined to kill me? Aren't you afraid of the demon king behind me?"

Louis raised an eyebrow. "Mammon, it's not like I haven't messed with you before. I'm not afraid of you. As for you, it depends on whether you're willing to reveal your real name."

Before he finished speaking, Abalam, controlling Caleb's body, leaped out of the church.

"Trying to run? Dream on."

"Carrie!"

hum! !

The powerful telekinesis was activated again, pulling Abalam back like a dog on a leash, no matter how hard it tried.

"Damn priest! Don't you have any other tricks up your sleeve besides this witch?!"

“Of course, would you like to try some?” Louis took out the dark green soul stone and looked at Abram expressionlessly.

"……forget it."

After a moment of silence, Abalaam said this.

It is very weak now, and if it is burned by this double-restrained flame, it will probably be reduced to ashes.

It was just a servant demon in Mammon's palace, not one of those great demons. It died and that was it. It wasn't worth Mammon expending his magic to resurrect it. There wouldn't even be an investigation. It was not much different from cannon fodder.

However, it still finds it difficult to submit to a human.

How is this any different from humans submitting to chickens, ducks, and fish?
The intense discomfort made it choose to remain silent.

"not talking?"

Louis didn't waste any words and started burning it.

Dark green flames blazed fiercely on its body again, turning it into a green giant.

As the flames burned, its eyes gradually faded from black, returning to their original color. Soon, only its left eye remained, still flashing with black light.

Louis did not stop; the dark green flames even affected innocent bystanders, burning Caleb's soul as well.

"Ahhh! Abalam, you fuck, what's wrong with agreeing... just agree already..." Caleb lay on the ground, sweat dripping down his body like rain, his eyes full of pleading, but even so, Abalam still didn't say a word.

The flames only gradually died down when the souls of the two beings were both weakening and even began to show signs of merging.

Looking at the unconscious woman lying on the ground, Louis called out to Carrie, then turned and walked away. Knowing these secrets was already a great gain; it was best to leave as soon as possible and sort out his thoughts.

Carrie nodded and used her telekinesis to control Caleb, who floated behind her.

Soon, Louis and Carrie returned to their car parked near the hotel. David was smoking a cigarette there, while Hayley and the others were asleep in the car.

David wasn't surprised to see Louis and Carrie return, with someone following them so closely that their heels barely touched the ground.

He simply gazed at the sky, his eyes deep as he exhaled a smoke ring. The sky within the grayish-white smoke ring seemed to reflect that same grayish-white sky.

"I'm home."

"Ah."

"Didn't leave any trouble behind?"

I glanced at David with surprise, feeling that his way of speaking was strange, somewhat like the way someone would handle a corpse in a gangster or police movie.

"No."

"Then let's go."

David extinguished his cigarette and got into the driver's seat.

The vehicle slowly started moving, and David and the others left the small town.

Only a group of panicked people were left behind, and an old man who was looking for his daughter who was possessed by a demon, only to find that he had lost both his daughter and son.

But at least, they are still alive.

……

Boom boom boom boom...

The loud music echoed.

Yellow wasteland, scorching under the sun.

The black highway resembled a never-ending black python, while the vehicle David and his companions were driving looked like a white stripe on the python's body.

Louis sat in the carriage with his eyes closed, trying to calm his mind and regain his magical powers, while also taking a look at the Civil Code.

This battle against the demon Abaram was also fruitful, after all, the opponent's level was not low and his strength was also very strong, and I had given it my all.

Defeating such a powerful opponent of equal strength is the proper way to begin a new lineage.

This new legacy consists of three pages.

Three gleaming golden pages turned.

Extraordinary Skill: Longevity Ceremony in a Coffin

Thousand Thieves and Prostitutes: Enchantment

Left-handed method: Five Ghosts Technique (Great and Small)
The haul was good: one strange technique, one thousand thieves and prostitutes, and one unorthodox method.

After taking a brief look, Louis was somewhat surprised. As expected of unorthodox methods, they were indeed unconventional and quite wicked!

This coffin birthday worship ceremony is quite peculiar. Since ancient times, coffins have been inextricably linked with death. Countless elderly people, before they die, just want a good coffin so that they will have a place to stay after they go to the underworld, so that they won't be exposed to the wind and rain, and it seems that they don't even have a peaceful place to live.

This coffin birthday worship ceremony is not only an ancient technique, but also incorporates some modern feng shui concepts.

They came up with the ingenious idea of ​​building a street shaped like a coffin. As long as the residents live there voluntarily, one unit of life will be paid as rent to the owner of the coffin for each day they live there.

In this way, one can prolong life. Even if the feng shui of the place is not good, one can live to be 100 years old. If someone with magical powers arranges the feng shui for one, living to 120 years old is not a problem. In fact, if the place is good enough, one can live to be 149 years old!

As for why it's not 150 years old, it seems to be a taboo subject. It's not explained in detail, only that it would incur divine wrath and easily turn one into a demon.

Looking at this spell, Louis's first thought was of his grandfather.

He was the one who stopped his grandfather from using the clown doll box, saying he would find a way, and he has kept that matter in mind for the past few years.

It now seems that this method of offering birthday wishes with a coffin is feasible.

However, perhaps a change is needed.

Louis thought of the coffin building donated by a wealthy Hong Kong tycoon in his previous life.

The strange and eerie legends surrounding it are numerous and varied.

Now it seems I can make it a reality.

Calming his mind, Louis looked at the next spell.

Charm.

It comes from the brothel section of the "Thousand Thieves and Beggars" series.

Don't be fooled by the fact that prostitutes claim to be descended from Guan Zhong; they are actually the lowest of the low!

Brothels have always been places of filth and depravity. Apart from the imperial harem, the brothels are the dirtiest places in the world.

Brothels are the headquarters of prostitution, and the evil arts practiced there are countless.

Eating placenta for skin nourishment, raising ghosts for good luck, skin regeneration, head transplantation, corpse oil essence, human blood rouge...

Each one of these stories, if leaked out, would be enough to horrify people!
All of this can be summed up in one word—the art of prostitution!
The art of seduction, a form of prostitution, has many categories. The type that appears in the book is a relatively mild but still perverse art.

There are two types: male and female.

Female version: Take two ounces of virgin blood, capture the souls of three girls, steal the bones of a peerless beauty, gouge out twenty fox eyes, gather a bucket of peony flowers...

Fallen petals, bones, and souls are ground into powder, turned into mud, and used as a surface layer.

Fox eye essence, burned with silver needles and dripped into the eyes, captivates the soul; this is called fox charm.

Extracting sap from peony flowers...

Ultimately, the enchantment is achieved; she becomes alluring and seductive, captivating and mesmerizing with every smile and frown.

(End of this chapter)