Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 267 Sunset Moves into Neon Lights
In the hotel, Gabriel carefully sprinkled holy salt along the corridor, sat in his room, looked out the window, and had a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

In his hand, a large, thickened, specially modified platinum Desert Eagle pistol was gently tapping the ground.

The gun handle was even engraved with some crooked and illegible patterns that resembled runes.

His eyes were sharp, fixed on the view outside the window.

They didn't bother to conceal their presence when they came today. The Protestant groups and other miscellaneous scoundrels in the city are very perceptive and should know of their arrival.

"Whatever you are, come quickly, let me purify you."

Excitement flashed in Gabriel's eyes as he held the platinum-gold spear in his hand, its shaft gleaming with a light reminiscent of the holy light Eileen had used.

They waited until nightfall.

Waiting for late at night.

When the first rays of sunlight fall.

The window remained open, and Gabriel, expressionless, uttered only two words: "Dreadful goods!"

Another two days later.

The group set off again.

Several Beetles followed a Chevrolet, humming as they headed toward Florida.

Behind them.

In the city of New Orleans.

Fiona reappeared, her eyes fixed on them as they left, watching until their figures completely disappeared.

"Whoo~"

She exhaled a puff of smoke, which swirled in front of her eyes.

"It seems to be just an accident, but the situation is getting worse and worse. Perhaps it's time to reopen the academy, otherwise those little witches will have no way to protect themselves."

"No, that won't do. The more we nurture them, the more likely new Supreme Witches will emerge, and I will face my demise."

Fiona's thoughts were like a battle between her left and right hemispheres, constantly shifting between them.

She couldn't help but touch her cheek. She was nearly fifty years old, but to be honest, she was well-maintained. After all, she was a European or American, and good looks have a limited shelf life.

But she was unwilling to do so.

Unwilling to relinquish power, unwilling to transfer his immense strength, unwilling to let his face, which he could still maintain by absorbing the life force of others, succumb to complete aging...

But the situation is getting more and more chaotic. Blood disasters and purple disasters are happening, and there are even signs of gods involved. The future will definitely become extremely dangerous.

As the Supreme Witch, it is her duty to protect the witch community.

"what do I do……"

Fiona turned back unsteadily, but the further she walked, the more determined her steps became.

She was never an indecisive, hesitant, or useless person.

If you like something, go for it, fight for it, snatch it, take it, and get it, just like you personally killed the previous Supreme Witch, your teacher.

There is no such thing as morality, no such thing as character, and no such thing as bottom line.

and so.

She plans to invest in several companies researching anti-aging drugs. Since witchcraft is ineffective and demonic power is too dangerous, she might as well place her hopes on technology.

Then, after a few years, the academy will be reopened to find a new Supreme Witch, eliminate the previous one, and then continue to protect the witches with its own power...

Correct!
That's it!

Facing the rising sun, a setting sun, struggling to hang in the air for a long time, seemed to be saying this, its eyes full of confidence and determination.

……

1998 1 Month 28 Day.

Cambridge.

airport.

Louis, dressed casually, smiled as he watched the people disembarking from the plane.

A black trench coat accentuated her mystery, a gentle breeze lifted her long golden hair, revealing her fair neck, and her long legs were clad in tall leather boots, her steps exuding sharpness.

Her fair and delicate skin seemed to shimmer in the sunlight, and the sunglasses on her face, while obscuring her vision, also brought a unique charm to her appearance.

The image of a tall, mysterious, and beautiful woman leaps off the page.

The other passengers who got off the plane with them kept glancing around, and some even turned their heads so crookedly that they almost fell to the ground.

Carrie paid no attention whatsoever, her goal clear, and she walked swiftly and nimbly to Louis, taking off her sunglasses with one hand and tossing her long hair.

Those thin, red lips, devoid of any curve and perfectly embodying indifference, curved into a smile. "Louis!"

"Carrie."

A hug ended the pickup.

villa.

Louis walked ahead, with Carrie following closely behind, half a step behind.

"The Cleaner Company...Minnie the psychic and Alma the fortune teller..."

"This villa is my home here, and it's not far from Mary and the others' new place..."

Louis explained, while Carrie nodded silently beside him.

Only occasionally would she tilt her head slightly, her gaze falling on the beautiful maids who stood quietly by the corridor.

She wondered if there were a lot too many maids here.
Seeing Carrie looking at the maids, Louis smiled and explained, "Such a big villa always needs to hire servants. Uncle Fu found me some. Don't let their delicate appearance fool you, they are all quite professional."

"He is proficient in everything: shooting, housework, defense, and cooking."

Carrie nodded.

But she secretly felt a little sorry for Uncle Fu.

She certainly knew Uncle Fauci, but she had only met him a few times, and her understanding of him was limited to the fact that he was a trusted old man.

It now seems that this old man held a higher place in Louis's heart than imagined, and he was probably also very concerned about Louis's fertility...

Carrie's eyes flickered as she made this deduction.

soon.

Louis then recounted in detail what had happened during this period and also gave a detailed account of the villa's situation.

After all, she's his woman, so naturally he needs to tell her these things.

Carrie had already taken Louis's hand, no longer thinking about the villa and the maid, her eyes filled with worry and self-blame.

"It's nothing. Do I look injured now?"

"Alright, let's not talk about that anymore. I asked you to come with me to Japan this time. Also, some things need to be changed regarding the other nodes. Tell them the specific changes when we get back."

Carrie nodded, her eyes fixed on Louis's face.

Subsequently.

The two went upstairs and practiced their cultivation together.

To be fair, although Louis's body has begun to evolve again under the nourishment of the Yang God, Carrie has also made great progress. After her bloodline awakened, she initially only had telekinesis, but now it seems that she can also strengthen her own body.

So much so that their "battle" appeared somewhat wild, even causing the earth to shake.

Even though Louis tried his best to control it, the bed still collapsed.

Louis leaned back against the headboard, while Carrie sat, gently stroking Carrie's clean and delicate back.

Carrie's cheeks flushed slightly. "What exactly are we going to do in Japan this time?"

"It's nothing, just visiting one of the most heat-resistant groups of people in the world."

"???"

Well, sometimes it's frustrating when your loved one doesn't understand your jokes about past lives or hell, but that's okay, just share them.

Louis grinned mischievously, leaned forward, and whispered a few words.

Carrie's eyes widened instantly.

Seemingly surprised by the existence of such a "hellish joke," he muttered, "Then, then they really are the most heat-resistant people in the world..."

"Hahaha!" Louis laughed out loud.

"Who is the coldest person in the world?"

"..."

"Let me tell you, do you know why America is so innovative? Because America's presidents have incredibly creative minds!"

"Also, do you know what Captain America's first reaction is when he wakes up and sees Nick Fury in superhero comics? 'Is Farm Tools going to be my boss?'"

Do you know why German soaps are so popular? Because they are incredibly effective at removing oil!

Was Louis XVI's death unjust? No, because there was a reason for the injustice.

"..."

She told one hilarious joke after another, making Carrie laugh so hard she couldn't close her legs.

Louis was also in an exceptionally good mood.

Being able to share the joy of one's past life with one's woman in another world is a wonderful thing.

After a while, the two finally calmed down.

"By the way, what's with that frost-covered corridor down there?" Carrie asked curiously.

Her telekinetic senses detected something extremely dangerous, even evil, inside.

Even with her current strength, she can sense the danger to her life, which shows how dangerous this thing is. It is probably a demon-level, or even a top-tier demon-level, object.

"You know Jason, right?"

Louis lay on the bed with his hands behind his head, watching Carrie's head bob up and down.

"Jason?"

"Well, I've been keeping it in my corpse-raising coffin artifact for a while now, nourishing it with a lot of human and monster blood. It will probably take some more time, and it will be ready when we return from Japan."

"Is it strong?"

"Of course, I specially trained as a protector; how could I be any better if I wasn't strong enough?"

"In terms of physical strength and some of the abilities that zombies should have, it should be classified as a demon-level or top-tier demon-level, but it still retains its original abilities, so it might be able to pose some threat to a great demon."

Moreover, its greatest abilities are immortality and growing stronger after death. Theoretically, it might have reached the level of a Grand Demon, or even higher. Therefore, my constant refinement of it is actually in order to completely control it.

"Otherwise, it would be troublesome to create an uncontrollable monster."

Louis explained the whole thing to Carrie.

Carrie seemed lost in thought.

In that case, that monster is indeed dangerous enough, and I might not be a match for it.

Thinking of this, a gloomy look flashed in Carrie's eyes.

Louis's explanation was brief, but she still felt that Louis had encountered danger on his trip to England; otherwise, he wouldn't have glossed over it so lightly without telling her the details.

Now, even this monster is too much for me to beat.

As her emotions shifted, a dark power began to coursing through her blood, and her psychic abilities simultaneously began to grow imperceptibly, bit by bit.

"Alright, let's not talk about that anymore. How's it going on your end? Has Emma caused any trouble?"

Well, in Louis's mind, Emma was the one most likely to cause trouble.

"Everyone did a good job."

“Emma…”

Carrie, of course, chose to apply eye drops.

They told Emma everything she had done.

But in Louis's view, none of it was excessive; it was just silencing the enemy, slaughtering their entire family, or skinning the monster—the usual actions of an Eastern protagonist.

What's wrong with this?

The more ruthless the enemy, the better.

It seems that he has done a good job of influencing Emma with love over the years, he nodded slightly with a look of satisfaction.

At this time.

Carrie suddenly stood up.

"Boom~"

Then he turned his head and knelt down.

The voice suddenly became hesitant and stuttering.

"Everything is fine at home..."

"Uncle David is in good health, but it seems he and Aunt Jenny are planning to have a third child..."

“Maria’s cultivation level has reached the same level as Emma’s… Both of them are close to breaking through to the Yin God realm… Maria misses you very much… Hmm, her other personality, Alan, has also become very obedient after being beaten by Emma a few times.”

"My... my mom has softened her attitude towards me recently... she's been acting more normally and has started interacting with other church members..."

"Before I came here, Emma and I dealt with an incident. That slime-like creature seemed to be able to split infinitely and even fuse to enhance its strength... It was very dangerous, so I captured it and sent it back to the base. It was then sent to the Greater Demon Zone and named Gray Matter."

That's...that's all!!!

"Well!"

After a while.

After wiping her mouth clean and changing her clothes, Carrie and Louis swam together in the pool.

The plane tickets have been booked and the staff has been assembled.

I'm leaving for Japan tomorrow.

……

The next day.

Louis, dressed in a formal suit, looked sharp and exuded a deadly aura as he sat in the back seat of a Hummer, with Carrie smiling and holding his arm beside him.

Before leaving, Louis instructed Uncle Fauci to continue following up on the cult that was associated with Little Bee. After all, an organization that possessed something like the Devil's Book that granted wishes must have represented the existence of a demon.

Every demon is a valuable resource and should not be wasted.

In addition, Louis also instructed that the new potion, the panacea, and a dose of Male Might No. 1 be sent to Orlando.

It goes without saying who it was for.

Uncle David, thank your son-in-law for being so filial!
soon.

The convoy arrived at the airport, where a private plane was parked.

Board the plane.

Looking at the scenery outside the window.

The group officially set off for Japan.

In truth, Louis had never been to this country, which was so close to the East, in either his past or present life.

My impression of it has always been that it is associated with anime, adult videos, the country that initiated the East Asian women's boxing movement, an area prone to earthquakes and volcanoes, the Japanese Communist Party, and the eight million people who are called ghosts and gods but are actually mostly small monsters, etc.

Of course, in this world, his greater impression and fear of neon is actually something else entirely.

A famous country in East Asia known for its horror films!

It has produced famous ghost and monster films such as The Ring and Ju-on, and has even expanded into anime, comics, novels, etc., making it extremely prosperous.

Moreover, the ghosts and monsters in it are different from those in normal East Asian ghosts and monsters.

They completely disregard the traditional notion of assigning blame to the culprits and focusing instead on indiscriminate killing, hatred, and terror, with Sadako and Kayako being prime examples.

Its strength is self-evident; it is so strong that it defies logic, and in some aspects, it is almost like following the rules.

I used to not care, and even quite liked it, because it was indeed terrifying.

But now we have no choice but to care!

(End of this chapter)