Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 229 Tomb Raiding by the Kalusa Tribe of the Indians
1995, September.

Orlando, Florida.

In the very heart of this bustling city, on this prime piece of land, something is under construction. The area is surrounded by safety barriers, and construction workers wearing hard hats are working hard inside, while a large number of bulldozers are going in and out.

It's clear that this is a huge project.

In the center of that project, a nine-story building is rising from the ground.

Louis, dressed in a black trench coat, stood motionless and expressionless, staring at the construction site. His eyes were somewhat vacant, as if he were lost in thought.

Two strange men dressed in black robes were also following beside them.

In fact.

Louis had already lost consciousness at this moment.

Thanks to the differences in this other world, one can leave one's body even in broad daylight, unafraid of wind or light. Apart from being unable to manifest and lacking powerful strength and essence, one is practically no different from a spirit.

In the azure sky, the illusory Louis's footsteps tread here, and the power of the Yin spirit spreads outwards from Louis like tentacles.

"The location has been determined."

"Orlando is a bit of a disadvantage as a main battleground, but it is the base camp after all. We can build some things and make some changes."

“Build a nine-story tower at the center, and the eight directions surrounding Orlando are nodes of the ley lines. Build talismans on these that conform to the local people’s beliefs. It would be even better if the local people could approve of them.”

"Qian Xun... Di Ze... Line Six..."

"Hmm, not bad. This kind of feng shui can be applied. Let's teach them this."

After memorizing the eight ley line nodes, Louis plummeted downwards at an alarming rate.

The speed is incredible.

Almost instantly, he plummeted from the boundless sky back into his body below.

Those dim eyes instantly brightened. After glancing around briefly, she called over the person in charge of the construction site. "These, here, here, and here, all of these need to be built. Also, make sure they look nice when you build them, and remember to do a survey and contingency plan."

The person in charge was a fat man. He only glanced at the location Louis had pointed out on the map, but he immediately understood it. However, he frowned.

"Boss, most of the locations are fine, I can handle them, but I'm afraid I can't handle this northwest corner."

"Hmm? If an individual can't solve it, then use the power of the group to solve it. If you want money, we'll give you money; if you want face, we'll give you face. If you don't want face or money, then we'll crush you."

Louis said casually, already thinking about the next part of the trip.

According to his previous plan, he should go and visit those three large Native American tribes next. He should keep his promise and be loyal to his duties, so that he can put his mind at ease and not let the high priest think that he is not doing his job properly.

Just as he was thinking this, he didn't hear a response from the person in charge. He glanced to the side and saw that the person in charge was covered in sweat and looking at him with a conflicted expression.

?

"what happened?"

“Boss, that northwest corner happens to be adjacent to an Indian tribe. Our group shouldn’t be afraid, but…” He trailed off.

Louis certainly understood.

Not long ago, he had given orders to take care of the three major Native American tribes, and now it seems that his subordinates are concerned about this.

Looking at the map again, sure enough, the ley line node in the northwest corner is indeed close to a large Native American tribe—the Kalusa.

This tribe is one of the three major Native American tribes in Florida. "Indian" is a name given to Native Americans by Westerners. In fact, they each have their own names and do not belong to the same ethnic group. Even though they are now on the verge of extinction, these people are divided into factions and groups and are not united.

Just like the three major Native American tribes in Florida, they are hostile to each other. The Kalusa tribe is considered quite good, as they are the rulers of the Native American tribes in this area.

They did a pretty good job; at least they didn't cause any disputes, or rather, they were sensible enough not to fight back against the U.S. government.

However, that only means they avoid causing trouble. They are very strict and exclusive about their internal territories. If you try to build a structure on their territory without using physical means or other methods, it is easy to cause conflict.

It now seems that this is exactly what the person in charge was worried about.

However, this was no problem for Louis. Louis smiled and said, "I'll take care of it. You just need to arrange the people."

The person in charge breathed a sigh of relief, "I guarantee the mission will be completed!"

Yes, this fat guy used to work in the army.

……

Back home, he taught the women the method he had devised for surveying feng shui and identifying earth vein nodes, and then sent them on a nationwide journey.

Louis led his men to the northwest corner of Orlando.

As the boss of a conglomerate, Louis naturally couldn't do everything himself. Even if there were things that required his attention, he would always bring his own people with him.

Especially when there is a possibility of conflict.

Just like now.

Military vehicles sped along the road, kicking up clouds of dust. Among the dozen or so vehicles, four or five were filled with burly men fully armed with rifles, grenades, and military tactical goggles.

These are all the private armed forces of the Cano Group.

As for whether the government will discover and hold them accountable?
It might happen elsewhere, but not in Orlando.

In other words, they haven't completely taken control of Orlando yet. They haven't infiltrated many basic public services. For high-ranking positions like the mayor, they're currently only cooperating and not entirely on their side. Otherwise, this convoy would be full of private armed forces!

And it's not just about cramming those few cars together!

Boom boom boom! !

Led by military Humvees at the head of the way, the black convoy sped along until it reached the territory of the Native American tribe.

After entering the modern era, the United States government, for the sake of its international reputation, specifically designated areas for Native Americans to live in. In theory, these areas are equivalent to autonomous regions, where the U.S. government only collects taxes and establishes police stations.

In reality, it depends on the situation in different places...

This area is already considered a suburb of Orlando, and although it is somewhat far away, there are still schools and residential communities.

As the convoy roared past, a boy whose life had just changed happened to be riding by on his bicycle. He looked at the cool-looking military Hummer with envy in his eyes.

He let out a sound of surprise.

"Wow……"

The bicycle also stopped.

At this time.

Two girls, one blonde and one brunette, met him on the street. The boy seemed to want to try to change things up and took the initiative to strike up a conversation.

Not far away, a muscular boy in a short-sleeved shirt was watching this scene with envy.

……

Louis had no idea what was happening behind him.

Because he was now standing within the Indian territory.

soon.

A man in a police uniform jogged over, and upon seeing Louis and the burly man beside him, he immediately bowed and scraped, "Dear boss, I am Riva, a police officer here. Please allow me to extend my most esteemed, enthusiastic, and heartfelt welcome to you..."

Next to Louis, Tommy, who had followed him out, rolled his eyes. "Hey, Levi, listen to me, if you keep babbling like this, I'm going to stab your ass with this gun. Yes, I'm talking about your back eye!"

Click click...

There seemed to be a clicking sound coming from the backpack behind Tommy.

Liva's face turned pale. "I'm so sorry, please come this way."

As he led the way, Liva talked about the changes the Kano Group had brought to the area.

"Damn the American government, all they do is talk the talk. Do you know how much tax they make us pay?"

"A full 20 percent more than the average citizen!"

"It's made it so that nobody dares to open a shop here anymore. Only poachers and tomb raiders, those shady characters, come here. Oh shit, just two days ago, I received a report of a tomb raiding incident..."

"Thank you, Kano Group, thank you, boss. If it weren't for you coming, we wouldn't even have electricity and water available in this town. Look at these smooth cement roads, bright streetlights, and bicycles that you can ride right on... Look, that biggest supermarket over there was built by Kano Group. It's now the most bustling place in town..."

Louis did not interrupt the other person's incessant chatter, but calmly looked around.

Within this Native American region, there are vast areas of forests and swamps where most of the inhabitants live. These areas are rich in natural resources, but the vast and sparsely populated United States has never lacked them. Coupled with the discrimination and suppression against these people, it is no surprise that they do not receive normal treatment.

This small town, built on the edge of the habitat and adjacent to the outskirts of Orlando, is a testament to the changes made by these Native Americans who emerged from the mountains and forests.

In the town center, people were already waiting.

A group of men with painted faces and bird feathers in their hair, but wearing shirts and suits, stood there.

At the very center of the crowd was a man who was 1.7 meters tall, in his forties or fifties, with some gray hair. What was most eye-catching was the colorful feather shawl that he wore, which even extended to the feathers on his head.

This is... the chieftain's crown, representing power.

The five crowns of the Indians: the crown of valor with eagle feathers, the crown of wealth with jewels, the crown of wisdom with nature, the crown of power with the chief, and the crown of war with death.

Wearing a chief's crown, this man is likely the chief and patriarch of the Kalusa tribe, who rules over the surrounding area and other Native American tribes.

Upon seeing Louis and his entourage arrive, the chief walked over directly, smiled, and extended his hand.

Louis smiled as well.

The two held hands together.

"Welcome, Mr. Cano. I hope you have a great time here. I'm Carusa."

"Haha, this place is beautiful, I like it very much, Chief Kalusa." The two walked together into a newly opened coffee shop next door. Well, business was quite slow, and the shop was marked with the Kano family's mark.

Subsequently.

After speaking with Chief Louis of Kalusa for a while, he handed over the specifics to the professionals brought in from the Kano Group.

He then wandered around with the chief.

Although I am not good with words, coincidentally, the other party also seems to be not good with words.

"Chief Kalusa, how does your tribe usually live here?"

"Well, it's basically hunting and selling furs. In fact, besides this town, we have other villages in the mountains."

"Speaking of which, we have to thank Mr. Cano. If it weren't for you, our living conditions would probably be even worse. Our Kalusa tribe always repays kindness and avenges wrongs. Mr. Cano, please feel free to ask if you need anything."

"We can give you our votes."

That's right.

In theory, Native Americans also have the right to vote.

Well, in theory.

After offering a few words of reassurance with a smile, Louis steered the conversation toward the mysterious side.

"To be honest, I've always been very interested in mystical powers. A couple of years ago, I met a priest in California."

"His name is Red Sun."

At this point, Louis stopped abruptly and quietly looked at Carusa.

Kalusa frowned slightly, seemingly wondering who the name belonged to.

suddenly.

He seemed to remember something, and his expression became somewhat incredulous. He even looked up at Louis, as if to make sure that Louis wasn't joking with him.

“I’m not kidding, otherwise I wouldn’t know his name. He wears three crowns: one with eagle feathers and another with jewels. Naturally, I usually call him the Red High Priest.”

"He asked me to help you more."

Kalusa stood motionless for a long time, his expression complex.

Louis didn't urge him, gazing at the scenery in the distance.

After a while.

Kalusa spoke.

“Mr. Cano, the Red Sun you mentioned was a tribe that once ruled this area. It was destroyed because it stubbornly resisted the American government and refused to compromise. But that was more than a hundred years ago.”

“If it weren’t for the fact that we have a branch relationship with that tribe, which my grandfather told me, I probably wouldn’t know.”

“That red high priest was a very famous person in our tribe. My grandfather called him the high priest who was closest to the feathered serpent god.”

"It's a pity he disappeared later. I never expected to hear news of him again from you."

With the Red High Priest as a bridge, the relationship between the two was immediately brought closer, or rather, this was one reason.

The other party wanted to leverage the power of the Cano Group to improve their lives, and Louis wanted to know information. With mutual interest, a reason was all it took for their relationship to quickly blossom.

Subsequently.

Louis and Calussa had an in-depth discussion about mystical powers.

I learned from Kalusa that the mystical powers of most Native American tribes are actually related to gods. The two main types of mystical powers are warriors blessed by the gods and priests who communicate with the gods.

Today, they have lost most of their mysterious power, leaving only a portion of their remaining power and "artifacts".

“I feel sorry for your tribe, but I can’t just keep helping you all the time. That’s not good for you, you understand.”

"So, would you be willing to send some people to join us?"

Calussa was taken aback by Louis's invitation; he understood what it meant.

But does he have a choice?

Faced with the demon of money, this chief, who bore the livelihoods of countless people, was utterly powerless to resist.

"It is my honor, Mr. Cano."

"Our Kalusa tribe is willing to serve you."

Louis's smile became more genuine.

He could sense that there was something hidden within the chieftain's body, something incredibly powerful, no less so than his own!
It has enough strength to stop bullets and overturn cars, making it comparable to the physical strength of a mini-Superman.

But he still had to be extremely respectful and subservient in front of him.

He didn't even need to use force; he could subdue a powerful chieftain with mysterious powers simply by talking.

This is the power of money.

Money is the superpower of modern society!
"Alright, Kalusa, I've decided to expand your town. Perhaps you'll really enjoy living in a community with running water and electricity, opening various shops, participating in different industries, and sending your children to school so they can pursue a career in high society..."

The promises and visions made the chief's eyes shine brighter and his back bend more and more.

at last.

“Mr. Kano, the Kalusa tribe never takes advantage of their benefactors. Although the Red High Priest has given us a reward, we have other rewards for you.”

"Please come this way."

As they walked, Kalusa spoke.

"Although the gods no longer respond to us, the power bestowed by the gods in the past will not completely disappear. Therefore, more than two hundred years ago, our ancestors made a decision."

"Using special methods to preserve the divine power of warriors and priests."

"This is the source of our greatest mysterious power today."

"Of course, we don't usually use these powers; we only inherit them temporarily when needed."

"This time, I'm taking you to the tomb of a priest from our tribe who lived more than two hundred years ago."

"Perhaps you will be satisfied."

Say it.

They led Louis to a clearing outside a forest.

but……

There was a hole in the ground.

Kalusa fell silent as he looked at the pit that had been dug out.

His eyes were fixed on the dug-out tomb, his chest heaving, and a powerful aura emanated from him.

He suddenly looked up and around, letting out a deafening roar that startled a flock of birds into flight.

"Damn!!"

"Who?! Who did this?!"

"My Karusa tribe will never let him go!!"

"Red Deer! Where are you? Get out here!"

this moment.

This chieftain, who had always appeared somewhat weak in front of Louis, finally revealed a hint of domineering power.

Perhaps this is related to their tribal traditions?

At this time.

As if remembering something, he looked in a certain direction, and in the forest not far away, there was a small house that could be vaguely seen.

He pushed off with his foot, leaving a small crater in the ground, and shot off from where he stood.

They charged straight in there.

But after a moment.

The small house suddenly exploded, and the people inside seemed to be gone.

Kalusa charged out again in a frenzy.

Louis, who had been watching from the sidelines, frowned slightly. "Chief Kalusa, perhaps you should go to the police station."

Still seething with anger, Kaluza instinctively turned his head and glared angrily at Louis, "What kind of damn police station is this? You bastard!"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a dangerous warning that traveled from his spine straight to his brain.

He looked up slightly and saw Louis staring at him indifferently.

Those deep, dark eyes inexplicably terrified him.

!!!

I shivered.

Kalusa instantly regained his composure.

(End of this chapter)