Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 272 Elm Street Nightmare Neon Action
"Okay, I agree."

"plz follow me."

The female doctor then led Nancy to the next room, a quieter, more soundproof place, and took out a black, round pendant of unknown material.

"Please sit down."

Next, the female doctor casually told a joke to relax Nancy's attention, and then took out the pendant and shook it from side to side.

"Look, what is this?"

"This is just... a... black... vortex..."

Nancy's gaze gradually became vacant and lost.

The female doctor smiled. As she expected, Nancy's mental state was extremely worrying; otherwise, the hypnosis wouldn't have gone so smoothly.

Under normal circumstances, the human body has a protective mechanism for its own mental state.

Hypnosis can only make it easier for people to fall asleep. While it's theoretically possible to achieve things like mind control, alteration of common sense, and weakening of senses as depicted in fantasy works, these are extremely difficult to accomplish, even for master hypnotherapists.

However, there are some exceptions. When a person's mental state is on the verge of collapse, their psychological defenses will drop, and at this time, the hypnotist can let go and do whatever they want.

Hypnotists call this state a deep hypnotic state.

It can be encountered but not sought after.

Looking at Nancy, the female doctor revealed a twisted smile.

"Right now, you're very sleepy, extremely sleepy..."

Nancy's eyelids started to droop.

"When a person gets sick, they need to see a doctor. If they don't tell the doctor about their condition, it can be very dangerous..."

Her lips moved: "Yes, danger... danger..."

"But you can only confide in your closest people, right?"

"……Correct."

"Now, open your heart to me. Don't resist, don't be afraid. This is just therapy. We... are the closest of people."

"……Yes."

His eyelids drooped completely shut, and he fell into a deep dream.

Houses, lawns, pedestrians, and... road signs.

This is her hometown, a fairly prosperous town called Elm Street.

Elm Street, Springwood, Ohio.

She was puzzled as to why she dreamed of her hometown.
Wait, how long has it been since I went home?
How long has it been since I last contacted my father?

Why travel all the way to Florida to study?
Why does my father rarely call me?
Why didn't you think of letting your family know you're safe or seeking help?

Why... have I never thought about these questions before?

Boom! !

The dream began to vibrate faintly, and then— creak—

Behind her, the door of a two-story white wooden house suddenly opened a crack, and a face squeezed out. It was a middle-aged woman wearing a white dress, who looked very surprised when she saw her.

"Nancy? My dear Nancy is back!"

"Mom misses you so much."

"Mother?"

Nancy looked at that familiar yet unfamiliar face. She was excited, but inexplicably dared not go forward, as if some kind of instinct was warning her.

She is not a mother!

"Nancy, come in quickly, Mommy misses you so much, and your daddy misses you too."

crunch--

The door was wide open, but the inside was completely dark.

Nancy couldn't help but take a few steps back; she had seen it!

I saw my father tied to a chair, a towel stuffed in his mouth, shaking his head in terror.

"Oh, I'm sorry, your father is getting old, so our sex life is a bit disharmonious. So, you know, Mom might be a little violent," the mother said with a strange smile.

Then, returning to the chair, she suddenly extended several steel claws from her hand and placed them on her father's neck. With a gentle pressure, traces of blood appeared, and tears welled up in her father's eyes, yet he still shook his head at Nancy.

"Don't worry, your dad won't be so agitated soon."

"don't want!!!"

Nancy suddenly rushed forward.

The mother opened her arms wide, "Yes! Yes! Yes! That's it! Come and give Mom a hug!"

hum! !

Just as Nancy was about to rush in, a tattered and dim phantom image of a deity flashed across the door, followed by a burst of golden light.

"Ahhhh-"

"damn it!"

Accompanied by piercing screams, the dream shattered piece by piece; earthquakes, swirling winds, rising clouds—everything was reduced to destruction! Silence!

"don't want!!"

With a shout, Nancy suddenly opened her eyes, her upper body jerking up like a carp leaping out of its shell, her eyes wide open, her expression terrified as she looked around frantically.

Beside her, the female doctor who had put away the black pendant looked at Nancy as if she were a rare treasure.

She saw it.

The possibility of the experiment succeeding has been seen; the power of dreams!

"Doctor... what happened to me just now?"

"Nothing much, you just had a nightmare. Everything that happened in the nightmare is unbelievable. It's a distorted representation of your past memories that you don't want to recall, like a movie or TV show that has been artistically processed. Of course, it's different from the original true history."

"Now tell me what you see inside. Once you figure that out, we can get there step by step."

"I... I've returned to my hometown. Strangely enough, I never knew the name of my hometown until now... No! No! I can't say anything! I can't say anything!"

Nancy suddenly became agitated, shoved the doctor aside, and ran frantically outside.

The female doctor stumbled and fell, watching helplessly as Nancy ran out.

Nancy covered her head, looking even more like a madwoman.

Everything from the past flashed through her mind in fragments. She knew that her mother had died long ago, killed by the "Secret." The name of the "Secret" was a taboo in the entire town, and once it came out, it would become a demon for the whole town!
Therefore, she paid a huge price to permanently seal the secret within her memories after being targeted by this "secret".

To prevent that "secret" from being revealed, she used a little trick to make herself suffer from amnesia to some extent.

Then he left his hometown and family and came to a completely unfamiliar environment, just to avoid being reminded of things he shouldn't remember.

Unexpectedly, despite all that I did, I still couldn't escape the pursuit of this "secret".

"No, no, there's still hope. The amulet... I have to find Emma, ​​find Louis. I can't say its name..."

But the more she thought about it, the more she couldn't help but think of its existence and its name.

"—Frye..."

Bang!

With sheer willpower, she slapped herself to forcefully shift her attention, then staggered out of the hospital, got into her car, and headed home. She needed to prepare some things before heading to Orlando.

At the very moment the taxi drove away.

A car stopped.

Gabriel and Cotton, along with two nuns, got out of the car.

"This is it. Wait, that's strange. Why does it feel like it's split in two?"

"Let's go in and take a look."

"oh oh."

For some reason, Cotton glanced back and felt as if he had missed something.
In the rear hospital.

The psychological counseling room we just visited.

Watching Nancy's departing figure, the female doctor was not discouraged, because just now, she had actually obtained the clue she wanted.

Nancy didn't remain silent. When a person is unconscious, they can recall many things that their conscious mind cannot, and they are more easily guided to speak out.

and so……

She murmured to herself, "Freddy."

……

Neon.

At the foot of Mount Fuji.

Fushimi Mei looked at the mountain in Japan and took a deep breath to calm the turmoil in his heart.

Beside him, Dehong, who had come with him, was also taking deep breaths, his body even trembling. His androgynous face was filled with fear. Ordinary people couldn't tell what was happening here.

But their true cultivation is different.

In their eyes, Mount Fuji contained a terrifying aura, and the owner of that aura was like a black hole after the collapse of a singularity, frantically sucking up the energy in the surrounding world, especially Mount Fuji, whose already unstable energy began to vibrate.

It's like putting a pump into a pool of water. While absorbing a large amount of water, it also causes the water to fluctuate, making the pool water shake, become more and more chaotic, and even spread to the surrounding areas.

A pond is just a pond, nothing special, but this is Mount Fuji!

Once it erupts, all of Japan will suffer!
"Can you feel it? That aura."

Dehong said in a trembling voice.

At the same time, he looked at Fushimi Naruto.

"This is what I meant by God!"

Do you still have confidence?

Fushimi Mei's lips twitched. Confidence? What confidence!
How was I supposed to know that your description of deities wasn't an exaggeration, but a damn realistic depiction!

"What should we do now?"

Fushimi Mei's lips moved slightly, but he didn't say anything.

At this time.

The high-ranking officers from the Metropolitan Police Department standing nearby finally couldn't hold back any longer, "Masters, what's going on?"

"Yes, if something happens, we might be able to call in the police to help."

"You can also report it and contact the Self-Defense Forces. If all else fails, there are American military bases you can ask for help from."

The two looked at each other.

American military bases?
Ha ha.

Who knows who'll help whom...

Dehong had been working for Kishida Mako, providing him with mystical protection in exchange for funding and power; the two were closely connected.

Even the soul being shattered by a "god" is caused by following the cause and effect to find the murderer.

So, it's not difficult to find out who the other person is.

At the time, Kishida only answered one phone call, which was from Matsushita Shinnosuke. Although when he went to ask Matsushita Shinnosuke, the other party denied it and gave evasive answers, but the other party's whereabouts could not be hidden.

Louis Cano, a core member of a large American capitalist family, thus came into view.

The other party did not try to hide it, and it was found that they had come here by car.

Therefore, everything is connected.

All of this was done by Louis Cano, or at the very least, it was highly related to him, such as the woman he was with!
But what good does knowing all this do?
Go to the American military base and say, "Oh, someone from your country has come here to cause trouble and wants to blow up Mount Fuji."

Whom do you think people will believe? Whom will they help?
Furthermore, what is the other party's objective? How can we appease them? Should we confront them?

The problem lies here.

“No need. This is no longer something you can interfere with. I will talk to my father and then discuss it with the Prime Minister,” Fushimi Mei said.

???

The high-ranking officials looked at each other in bewilderment.

I could hardly believe my ears.

"Now, everyone move aside and have someone seal off Mount Fuji. No one is allowed to approach it."

After a moment's hesitation, the high-ranking officials took action. Since they hadn't said anything and had even maintained order and set up a guard post, it wouldn't be their problem if anything happened!

When you're an official, you must learn to fulfill your "responsibilities" in order to shirk your duties.

soon.

Others have made a new discovery: a huge handprint and numerous cutting marks were found on the ground outside a village at the foot of the mountain.

After observing the area, Dehong concluded that a monster was lurking there, most likely a Kamaitachi, and that it had already been captured.

However, Fushimi Mei ignored these matters.

He was on the phone with his father, who was the chief priest of Fushimi Inari Shrine.

In fact, although the people inside Mount Fuji were terrifying and even gave him a sense of divinity, he was not afraid; at most, he was a little flustered.

In his view, as the son of the chief priest of Inari Shrine, he knew that shrines, temples, emperors, and onmyoji all had many trump cards up their sleeves, and it was impossible for this suddenly appearing person to overturn them.

Even if all else fails, there's still the strongest spiritual medium in all of Japan!

"...Yes, Father, a lot of energy is being absorbed here at Mount Fuji..."

"Dehong..."

"what?"

The words coming from the other end of the phone startled him.

He never expected that his father would tell him not to act rashly, to prepare various items for worshipping the gods, and even to capture so-called ghost stories as offerings, simply because he discovered during the investigation that this person was interested in ghost stories.

"But Father, even though he's strong, are we supposed to back down without even having met him? It's not like we're incapable..."

A rebuke came from inside, forcing Fushimi Mei to stand at attention, bow, and nod repeatedly, looking like a grandson.

Dehong, who was standing next to him, smiled slightly.

Young people are just young people; they don't understand the art of yielding at all.

soon.

News about the spirits of Mount Fuji was then relayed to various shrines, temples, and the Emperor.

These forces all reacted in different ways.

The Japanese government received the news last, but was the first to react.

One by one, Onmyoji were released and began to capture ghost stories everywhere. Even some ghost stories that the authorities had banned in previous years were unsealed and brought out at this moment.

For a while.

The entire mysterious side of neon began to stir.

soon.

Construction teams arrived one after another, and luxury cars also drove up, from which stepped many people who could only be seen on television.

Not only that, but there were also some people who had never been seen on TV but who commanded the respect of those important figures.

They watched the construction team work: cement, beams, aluminum alloy, bricks, tiles...

In Mount Fuji.

Unbeknownst to him, Louis, who was hailed as a god, was still in the process of cultivation.

Located in the belly of the mountain, in a depression.

Louis's every breath was perfectly natural; with each inhale and exhale, a fiery red aura flowed endlessly, vaguely resembling flames burning, appearing both mesmerizing and dangerous.

Carrie sat cross-legged at the cave entrance, her mind enveloping her entire body, ensuring her body didn't touch the scorching rock walls. Her eyes were fixed intently on Louis.

Right before her eyes.

Louis's body seemed to have sunk into a semi-transparent state.

Meridians appeared one by one, with magical power flowing within them. Five wisps of smoke moved around inside. Most noticeably, streams of red energy flowed into the body through the palms and seven orifices. After a series of complex flows, they merged into the heart like streams and rivers flowing into the sea.

The heart was the only brightly colored part of this translucent body.

It's even getting redder and redder, turning towards a deep crimson and a vibrant red!

It's red... like it's on fire!
On her heart, she could even vaguely see some unusual patterns forming, though she couldn't make them out clearly, not because of her eyesight.

Rather, it was a kind of shielding, no, to be precise, it was that she couldn't understand it!

Yes, she couldn't understand.

Even if it were shown to her in front of her, and the artist tried to imitate it, she still wouldn't be able to learn it.

This was the truth that her intuition told her.

sizzle-

The magma inside the mountain was fluctuating more and more violently, like ocean waves.

Even the mountain walls became increasingly scorching hot.

Carrie had to increase her investment of telekinesis. Although she was very powerful now, her physical body was only slightly stronger than that of an ordinary person. If she were shot a few more times, she would still die.

It was all thanks to the power of his mental energy that he was holding on.

Therefore, she can only rely on increasing her mental power to block the high temperature now.

Carrie remained seated, motionless, while simultaneously projecting her mental energy outwards as a warning. She knew that Louis's training was very important, and her duty was to protect him.

Therefore, vigilance is essential!

(End of this chapter)