Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 209 Slaughter of the Sawyer Family: The Mutant Wendigo
inside the room.

The group was still immersed in joy.

Heather sat on the bed, looking around at the furnishings and items in the room, wanting to see how her family lived.

Even now, she still couldn't believe that this place really belonged to her, and that she really had such a wealthy grandmother.
But why?
What about the other members of the family?

And why was I adopted by foster parents? Where are my biological parents? Are they still alive?
One question after another piled up in her mind, overshadowing her joy at receiving a huge fortune and going to Hollywood to pursue her dreams. She sat on the bed, lost in thought.

Suddenly, she felt something uncomfortable on her bottom. She picked it up and found it was a letter from the lawyer to her grandmother, with instructions to make sure she read it.

Perhaps the answer lies within?

Heather opened the envelope.

Meanwhile, her friends were having a great time in the other rooms.

The energetic beat was faintly audible.

The four people twisted their waists, swayed their hips, and swung their arms, their bodies rubbing against each other constantly, making a gurgling sound.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and some kind of hormone was emanating from him.

It's just that there's no alcohol or neon lights, otherwise a party could be held right here.

Ryan and Heather's best friend got closer and closer, the space between them getting smaller and smaller, almost like an embrace.

The other two men nearby curled their lip and walked towards the door, saying to each other, "Want to play pool?"

"Okay."

I just arrived at the pool table.

A muffled sound came from inside the room.

Both men fell silent.

"Damn it, that son of a bitch Ryan isn't afraid Heather will find out."

"Hehe, he probably thinks that Heather will look down on him after she gets such a big estate, so he just hangs out with Heather's best friend."

"Tsk, that should be it."

"I wish him a minute to finish the fight."

The two exchanged a glance, both sensing each other's resentment. "Come on, come on, if we two single dogs can't play ball, let's play pool."

"Wait, did you hear some sounds?"

"Tsk, I heard that, the sound of cats in heat. Oh, their battle is pretty intense. Do you think they'd mind adding me? Well, I don't think they'd agree."

"No, it's that scratching sound of the floor, like..."

Click!

A hidden door behind the pool table was opened.

A monster, 2.5 meters tall and with a massive body, squeezed out of the inside in one step.

His upper body consisted of only a white chef's cloth tied around his neck, while his lower body wore wide trousers stained with grease. His muscles were bulging and knotted, and his strong flesh had solidified to the point of turning black, like tree bark or carapace.

The most amazing thing is his hands. His left hand is much wider than a human's, and his nails are sharp like claws. His right hand, on the other hand, seems to be fused with the chainsaw. Thick veins and flesh are spread across the chainsaw, as if it can provide energy for it.

On its head are layers of human skin that have been peeled off alive, stitched together with staples, and then dried over the years, turning into a thick human skin mask covered with black, dried blood, looking like some kind of cult prop.

Within the blank eye sockets protruding from the thick human skin were a pair of scarlet eyes, filled with restlessness and savagery, when they saw the two men.

Before it could scream.

hum!
As the chainsaw rotates.

They easily sent the two of them straight to hell.

Perhaps it was because the force was too great, or the chainsaw was too sharp.

The chainsaw moved incredibly smoothly, without the slightest resistance. After cutting through them, neither of them was completely dead; in extreme terror, they let out violent screams.

Followed by.

The chainsaw continued to hum.

The sound then subsided into silence.

Crunchy——

Leatherface's cheeks twitched slightly, a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and the chainsaw in his hand also twitched slightly, its red light brightening a bit.

Hey! What are you doing? You scared me!

"If you scare me so much I go weak, I swear I'll kick your ass hard with the tip of my shoe!"

Disturbed, Ryan and Heather's best friend opened the door, grumbling, but as soon as they opened it...

A spray of blood splattered all over their faces.

Leatherface turned his head, staring at the two of them with innocent but frighteningly blood-red eyes.

Eyes facing each other.

"..."

After a brief silence, the two did something that was instinctively natural for ordinary humans—they screamed.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Amidst terrified screams, the two followed in their companion's footsteps. The entire process took less than ten seconds. Leatherface was incredibly fast. Despite his size, he was remarkably agile, no less so than those nimble, thinner individuals.

At this moment, Leatherface looked at the two fresh corpses, scratched his head, and had a happy kind of trouble in his heart.

For the past two weeks, its family hasn't brought it any food, so it has had to go out hunting on its own, killing only one animal at a time, just enough for a day.

Actually, it didn't want to do this. Its family had said that a corpse needs to be fed for ten days, but it was too hungry. Ever since that old man did something to it more than two years ago, it has always been hungry, as if it can never get enough to eat, and it has become like this now.

Fortunately, the last family member continued to feed it.

It also followed the rules that its last family member had told it.

It felt guilty because more than 20 years ago, it did not strictly follow its family's request to kill all the people, resulting in its family members being burned alive.

Therefore, it now listens to its family very well.

Since the last family member advised it to be careful and hide itself, it only hunted at night.

But now that its last family member is gone, what should it do? It seems that now it can only guard this house, the home that they all shared.

Leatherface lowered his head slightly, a hint of sadness in his eyes, and the chainsaw in his hand spun slower. *Thud thud*

After being cut again.

Leatherface tossed the eyeballs and genitals into his mouth as snacks and began inspecting the house.

It needs to confirm whether there are any other strangers in the house.

Sniff~sniff~
!!!

Leatherface's eyes shone brightly red.

It smelled it, it smelled the scent of a stranger!
kill!

Kill the food that invaded the house!
With heavy yet agile steps, Leatherface quickly made his way up to the second floor.

The second floor.

Heather looked at the letter in her hand with trembling eyes.

The contents of the above text were unbelievable to her.

Her family was originally a family of cannibals, but twenty years ago, the town's sheriff, Bert, and others wiped out the entire family.

Although she was rescued by her adoptive parents, her mother was also killed by them.

As for her grandmother, she narrowly escaped death because she was out and about, and even found the last descendant of the Sawyer family, a mentally disabled man with the intelligence of an eight-year-old child—Leatherface, Jedida Sawyer.

He is her cousin. As family, he will protect her, and in return, she is responsible for taking care of him. Moreover, this care is quite special.

Two years ago, a mysterious person came and used some kind of mysterious power to influence Leatherface, causing him to mutate and become only able to eat raw flesh, and his strength greatly increased.

But don't worry, he is still family, still a member of the Sawyer family.

So, her job was to use the estate's assets to acquire corpses. In this regard, she arranged for Farnsworth to handle the acquisition. The sources of the corpses were wide-ranging: corpses stolen from cemeteries, corpses stolen from crematoriums, corpses bought from hospitals...

In America, there is never a shortage of corpses.

One corpse a day was enough to support her cousin.

Of course, her grandmother did not force her to return to the family. Her grandmother only hoped that she could have a happy life. Just as her grandmother had actually discovered her a long time ago, she chose not to look for her because she did not want her to bear the sins of the family.

Only at this point did he leave a will, letting her make her own decision.

……

Looking at the handwriting, Heather's breathing quickened; it was all too sudden and too shocking.

But the blood pumping in her heart seemed to be boiling, telling her the choice deep within her heart.

She is a member of the Food Demon family, and she was born with this blood.

She wants real family, real family who can support her.

She wants to pursue her dreams and needs money to support it.

and so……

She stroked the last line of text on the envelope, which read her real name.

Edith Ross Sawyer.

“I am Edith.”

Edith hung the necklace from the envelope around her neck; it was the Sawyer family crest and a token of their loyalty.

As soon as he sees this, Leatherface will recognize her.

Edith stood up shakily, wanting to go out, find the secret door, and see her cousin.

But this time.

boom!
The door was suddenly pushed open.

A huge, hideous, and grotesque leather face walked in with its head down.

The flesh-and-blood chainsaw whirred in his hand as it slashed straight at Edith in front of him.

But at the very moment the blow struck.

Leatherface stopped.

His eyes were fixed on the pendant on Edith's chest.

hum...

The sound of the chainsaw gradually subsided.

"Cousin?" Edith called out tentatively, startled.

Leatherface didn't say anything, he just looked at her.

Edith walked slowly forward, and at that moment, she seemed to feel the pull between her bloodlines.

She was certain that these were her family.

"cousin."

suddenly.

Leatherface abruptly turned his head to look down.

Its nose told it that another stranger had arrived!
hum! !

The flesh-and-blood chainsaw started spinning again.

boom!
With a single step, he sprinted downwards.

Edith hurriedly chased after him.

Three steps followed by two steps.

I hurried downstairs.

A handsome young man was seen squatting on the ground examining Renn, who had been cut into several pieces and had not yet been put away.

Leatherface's flesh-and-blood chainsaw was already swinging down at him.

The whistling wind and the distinctive buzzing of the chainsaw mingled together.

This attack appeared to be very powerful.

Enough to split the young man in two!
(End of this chapter)