Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 305 Nightmare King, Priest Group Collapses, Nancy's Despair

In the black fog.

A hideous monster covered in burns and wearing a sweater was chuckling, looking at Father Cotton, who was about to drift off into a beautiful dream and fall into a deep sleep. His expression was very pleased.

It even couldn't help but stick out its tongue and lick its own claws.

Stab it!

His tongue was actually cut open, and a large amount of blood gushed out, flowing out like a faucet.

"Ugh... I can't stop it anymore."

Freddy comically tried to stop the bleeding by pressing his hand against the wound, but the blood gushing out like a tap showed no signs of stopping, and his body quickly turned into a shriveled corpse.

"Ah, I can't take it anymore."

Freddy stretched out his hand comically and exaggeratedly, shouted, rolled his eyes, and actually collapsed.

Available in the next second.

"Wow! I'm doing it again!"

"Little priest, are you surprised? Hahahaha!!" Freddy recovered completely, opening his mouth to laugh wildly.

The bloodstains on the ground, which had been like a flood, had disappeared, and the desiccated body seemed to have never existed.

Father Cotton, standing in front of him, moved his lips and stared wide-eyed with resentment, his bloodshot eyes wide, but the powerful hypnotic force was ultimately beyond his ability to resist.

The moment the silver cross in my hand completely rusted.

Father Cotton, who had been standing guard outside the door, suddenly turned around, braced himself against the door, and shouted, "Miss Nancy! Run!!!"

After saying this, the cross completely rusted, and he closed his eyes completely, surrounded by snoring.

A series of chaotic sounds, like something being rummaged through, came from inside the room.

Freddy, who had just toyed with Cotton, was not in a hurry at all when he heard this. He even had the leisure to take out his grappling hook and scratch Cotton's face, tearing the flesh and leaving deep bloody marks, with a cruel smile on his face.

Freddy felt genuine pleasure seeing Cotton sleeping soundly even with his face scratched.

“Dear little priest, you’re still a long way from fooling the great Freddy, hehe.”

Cotton may have seemed to be fast asleep, but he actually has a strong will and has seen through Freddy behind the black mist. His act was both real and fake.

The purpose was to lure Freddy into lowering his guard and coming to make a move himself, so that he could then take the plunge.

Unexpectedly, Freddy Krueger, whom he had perceived as playful and with a strong desire for cruelty over the past two days, was not stupid at all and saw right through him.

Looking at Cotton's disfigured face, Freddy's cruelty vanished, replaced by a look of compassion.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, you're the most fun one of these toys. I almost broke you. It's such a waste. How could I do that?"

"Alright, I should go find my dearest Miss Nancy now, little priest, wait for me~"

Freddy shrugged, grinned, and reached out.

A pull.

Ok?
Cotton's hands were gripping the doorknob tightly, and his feet were braced against the doorframe to support his body, so that even if he had fallen asleep, he could still block the door.

Freddy sneered, slapped the spot where Cotton hadn't blocked, then squeezed his head into the crack, his eyes darting around, making terrifying noises.

"Hello, dear Miss Nancy, your playmate Freddy is here to see you."

As he spoke, his two eyeballs actually extended out of their sockets and began to wander around the room.

"Why don't you come out and see me?"

"Oh, are you playing hide-and-seek?"

"Then you'd better hide well, or if Freddy finds you, you'll be the one to be haunted."

The eyeballs darted around the room, but couldn't find it.

Freddy's eyes darted around, and he kept pushing his head in. "Where is it? I can't find it. I have so much to tell you."

"Do you remember the games you and your friends played with me back then? We had so much fun, it was absolutely hilarious."

"Unfortunately, you're dishonest, and your dad's dishonest too, actually hiring outside help. That's not fair!"

"Oh, damn foreign aid, what a terrible memory."

"That's enough playing around. I'm taking you to find that damn guy and showing him what happens when he angers Freddy! Now, Nancy, come out!"

"..."

A silence.

A gentle breeze wafted in, and a strong wind blew in through the half-open window, pulling back the curtains that had been covering the room.

"Oh, the window!"

"The window was open!"

"Nancy! You lied to me again!"

Freddy gasped.

next second.

Snapped!
The sound of the window mirror shattering rang out, and the room fell silent again.

in the closet.

The blonde beauty Nancy, who was curled up, breathed a slight sigh of relief. At this moment, she was completely devoid of beauty. The dark circles under her eyes indicated that she had not slept well for a long time, and the sweat covering her body showed how nervous she had been.

She had just created a false impression and seemed to have tricked Freddy away, but she was still uneasy. She had remembered some things and knew how terrifying and cunning Freddy was. If it weren't for luck, she probably wouldn't have survived to see the arrival of the outside help back then. Now, she couldn't be too cautious.

She slightly opened the cabinet door and peeked into the room through the crack. It was empty; it seemed she had really left.

Nancy slumped weakly against the closet, so eager to leave that she simply didn't know where to go.

What happened these past two days has been an absolute nightmare!

Everything went smoothly at the beginning.

On the night she returned home from the hospital, she had a nightmare. Although she almost didn't wake up, she recovered a small part of her memory as a result.

Knowing that a demon was hunting her down, she was distressed when Bishop Gabriel from the Catholic Church arrived with his entourage. Out of instinctive trust in the Church, she invited them into her home.

Subsequently, one party needed protection, and the other needed exorcism; the two parties quickly reached an agreement.

Gabrielle decides to use the sanctity of the church to perform various exorcism rituals in order to fight Freddy. The voice places her in the newly built church. At the same time, just in case, she takes action herself and contacts Emma, hoping to get Louis's help.

After all, she had witnessed the power of Louis and his men before. Even the current situation was caused by a shortage of amulets for a period of time. So, when she encountered this trouble, she naturally chose to ask for help.

However, Emma and the others were ambiguous in their attitude and did not agree to her request. They seemed to have some reservations. In fact, they later simply refused her request for help, only giving her some amulets and animal teeth, and then disappeared without a trace.

She could only rely on Bishop Gabriel and the others.

According to Father Cotton and others, Father Gabriel was the Vatican's first exorcist priest and the most experienced person besides the saints.

Whether it's true or not, she felt a little more confident. The First Exorcist Priest should be very strong, right?

Then something happened.

Father Gabriel has disappeared!
Freddy disguised himself as Father Gabriel and deceived the priests and nuns, almost getting close to her room. Fortunately, Father Cotton noticed the deception and saw through his disguise in time, preventing him from succeeding.

The disappearance of Father Gabriel in the church, and Freddie's inexplicable appearance in the church unaffected by the statue of Jesus inside, still caused everyone great concern.

Father Cotton chose to report the situation to Vatican headquarters and, after receiving news that reinforcements would be sent, decided to continue to hold his position inside the church.

In this situation, another incident occurred that very night.

The nun on duty heard a scream and then discovered that a priest sleeping in the room was dead. The fatal wound was his ripped heart, clearly a homicide. However, no murderer could be found. The entire room was sealed, and there was no sign that the windows had been opened.

In this situation, although no clues could be found, Father Cotton still pointed the finger at Freddy, believing that Freddy was the culprit, and increased security, ordering everyone to immediately take a holy bath.

In addition, Cotton seemed to have figured out how Freddy had done it, and ordered everyone to be paired up, with one person sleeping and the other on duty, and to wake up immediately if anyone's condition worsened.

Clearly, Cotton believed that Freddy did it through dreams.

In fact, Father Gabriel had already noticed this and told Cotton about it.

Seeing Cotton's measures, Nancy's head throbbed with pain. She seemed to recall something from the past, as if she had used this method to trap Freddy.
Her memory is still somewhat incomplete.

Unfortunately, after Cotton took action...

Things did not turn for the better.

The following night, more people died.

Even if they were paired up and bathed in holy water, it was no use. This time, their deaths were even more tragic, no, they were downright horrifying, because the two of them stabbed each other to death!
Use a cross.

It's absolutely ridiculous!
In the church, two priests, influenced by the devil, stabbed each other to death with crucifixes?

how can that be!

Is God dead?

From this point on, things began to spiral out of control.

People die every night. Cotton tried everything to help, but nothing worked. Even going outside the church didn't stop him from dying, and his deaths were often more gruesome.

Even so, none of these priests and nuns backed down, nor did they suffer a mental breakdown; instead, they began to risk their lives to experiment.

Through these forced trials and errors, Cotton seemed to realize something, locked Nancy in a room, and began a desperate fight.

In fact, these tragic events also brought back many memories for Nancy, particularly those from her childhood.

She lived on Elm Street, a relatively backward place. As everyone knows, the more backward a place is, the more strange rumors there will be. Elm Street in Chunmu Town is no exception, and there is a nursery rhyme there.

One, two, Freddy is here to see you.

Third, fourth, close all doors and windows tightly.

Fifth, sixth, hold the cross tightly.

Seven, eight, stay up all night until dawn.

Nine, ten, never able to fall asleep.

It is said that there used to be a man named Freddie Kruger on Elm Street, who was mentally ill and took pleasure in killing children and young people, but escaped legal punishment because he had money to bribe judges.

He was eventually burned to death by the angry townspeople, and after that, Freddy became a ghost haunting the entire town of Springwood.

Nancy nearly died at the hands of her adversary, and even so, all her friends died, and her mother was killed by Freddy.

She also remembered other things. Before that vaguely defined foreign player who always seemed to be smoking appeared, she had also tried to deal with Freddy and figured out some of his rules.

In fact, the rules are reflected in the nursery rhymes.

The cross and staying up late.

but.

The rules she remembered seemed useless, because the holy water and the cross before her were ineffective; they were clearly different from the rules she had been given…

In the end, she could only obediently stay in her room and wait for the result.

Unfortunately, what we got in return was Cotton's outcry.

……

The sentimental memories ended, and Nancy's face was filled with sorrow and grief.

She didn't know what to do now.

Where to go?
How should we go on living?
Why did Freddie become unafraid of religious items?

She knew nothing about it.

"Perhaps, there is still hope. In the last part of my memory, when I was trying to deal with Freddy in the most critical moment, it was the outside help that my father called in that took care of Freddy."

"Although I can't remember the last part of my memory now, Dad must know about the outside help. As long as I call Dad, we can take care of them and survive."

Nancy, as if grasping at a straw, trembled as she took out her phone and began dialing her father's number.

beep--

Click.

The call is connected.

“Nancy, my dear daughter, I was surprised to hear you calling me now. I thought you had forgotten about this old man.”

"Dad, no, don't speak yet, I, I met Freddy."

grunt.

Nancy swallowed hard, about to ask for the foreign aid's name and phone number, but her father's words plunged her into despair, as if she had fallen into an abyss.

"Freddy? What Freddy?"

"Nancy, is something wrong?"

Nancy had trouble breathing. Did her father not know Freddy?

How could that be? How could Dad not know Freddy!

"Dad, Freddy, that guy who kills in his dreams, didn't we have that mentally ill psychopath on Elm Street who killed children? You burned him to death."

"You told me all of this."

Nancy was emotional, but she still tried to control her voice.

“Nancy, have you been under too much pressure lately? Dad knows that life in big cities is stressful and fast-paced. If you really can't take it, come home. Dad's salary as a sheriff can still support you, okay?”

On the other end of the phone, the father's voice became urgent, yet tinged with caution.

Nancy's eyes were vacant, her face filled with despair.

“Dad, I’m telling the truth… I remember that nursery rhyme.”

Her voice was low, as if she were speaking to her father, or perhaps to herself.

"One, two, Freddy is here to see you."

Third, fourth, close all doors and windows tightly.

Fifth, sixth, hold the cross tightly.

Seven, eight, stay up all night until dawn.

Nine, ten, I can never fall asleep.

Snapped.

The phone hangs up.

Nancy was in tears.