Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 325 Salem

It is well known that national borders are often unstable, even for the United States, which is currently at its peak.

The Texas-Mexico border.

Along this border, numerous small towns are scattered like stars in the sky. In the United States, the most common administrative unit is the town, even if there are few people left.

This is related to the national conditions of the United States, as well as historical reasons.

The whole world knows that Americans are colonizers.

In the very beginning, in order to develop the land and truly occupy this continent, the Grand Commander issued a special autonomous law. As long as the people gathered together, they could establish their own towns. Apart from paying taxes, the towns could decide on matters such as the appointment and removal of officials. If they developed well and attracted more people, they could gradually be promoted from towns to cities.

Officials would also be promoted accordingly, much like the Zhou Dynasty's enfeoffment of feudal lords.

Many cities today have risen step by step in this way.

Later, the law was amended, and the federal government began to consolidate its power and relinquish control. However, many small towns already existed, and they couldn't simply be dissolved or incorporated into the city. The townspeople, mayors, and sheriffs who had built their own towns were unwilling to accept this.

Especially in Texas, which was originally land that was forcibly seized, doing so could easily cause riots. So, they simply left it as it was, which is why, despite America being a vast and sparsely populated country, many small towns have been established along the border.

These old-fashioned towns have been preserved to this day.

Meanwhile, in a town called Salem near the border, a disheveled middle-aged man arrived.

His eyes were red, and he held a book between his fingers. Looking at his hometown, he sighed, "I'm home. It's been so many years since I've been back. This place really hasn't changed at all."

After talking to the mayor and confirming his identity, Ben Mills returned to the house he had lived in during his youth. It had been uninhabited for over a decade and was covered in dust, looking dilapidated.

But instead of cleaning, he took out a photo frame from his treasure chest. Inside was a picture of a couple, smiling happily.

He stroked the photograph, looking at the woman in it, tears streaming down his face, overwhelmed with grief.

Scenes of hell flashed through my mind.

As a writer, he and his wife lived in London, England, and lived a comfortable life on their writing fees and royalties. They were considered middle class, but all of that was shattered that day.

First came the sudden martial law, then the water and electricity were cut off. Unlike the East, people in the West don't usually store much food at home, let alone when the power is cut off. He had no choice but to go out and find food and water himself, telling his wife to stay home and not go out...

Then, the nightmare began.

The sudden thick fog was unusual. Although London has always been known as the Foggy City, that was mainly a result of the massive burning of coal during the Industrial Revolution. Nowadays, fog is not as toxic or as dense, so this level of fog was very abnormal. It reminded him of the government's martial law. Perhaps there was some reason behind it, such as a chemical gas leak or something.

But he had no choice; hunger was more painful than death.

Then he encountered a creature he had never seen before in his life: scarlet eyes, bloodthirsty sharp teeth, like a zombie, but also like... a vampire.

He fled desperately. These monsters, whether vampires or something else, were like hunters in the fog. Although their numbers seemed small, they were killing civilians at an astonishing speed.

The moment he saw a monster suck a child dry, he finally realized it was a vampire!
He started running toward the nearest Anglican church.

Perhaps he was lucky, because on his way to the church he encountered government officials who were hunting vampires with the priests and rescued him.

But this is not a good thing.

Because it was all too late.

These monsters were killing too fast in the fog. By the time he had begged a priest to accompany him home with a large sum of money, all he found were limbs scattered on the ground and a vampire chewing on flesh and blood.

His wife didn't even have a complete corpse!

Later, a miraculous phantom appeared in the sky. He tried to pray, but to no avail.

Finally, the next morning.

It's over.

All that remained was a scene of utter devastation.

He was devastated by the loss of his wife. Staying there would only bring back painful memories, so he sold the house and used the money to travel. Until recently, when he had almost no money left, he decided to return to his hometown where he grew up, to experience some peace, and also to try and write something again to earn some money.

Take a deep breath.

He put down the picture frame and began cleaning the house. Just then, he saw that the abandoned house diagonally opposite his own, the one with all sorts of strange rumors from his childhood, had actually welcomed a new owner.

He scratched his head. He had originally planned to go to that house to gather materials, but now it seemed he would have to pay a visit to the other party first.

soon.

After Mills cleaned the house, a sign was hung up on the house diagonally opposite; it turned out to be an antique shop.

He walked out of the house, wondering what to buy as a gift, when suddenly, accompanied by a gasp, something soft yet impactful bumped into his arm. He turned his head and saw a young girl swaying and about to fall.

Susan kept her eyes tightly shut, bracing herself for a brief moment of pain, but a strong arm lifted her up firmly. Susan opened her eyes and looked at Mills in surprise.

The two looked into each other's eyes, and it seemed that they both saw something in each other's eyes.

At this time.

Snapped!
Mills's book fell off, waking the two of them. Susan quickly stood up and knelt down to pick up the book for Mills, only to be surprised to find that it was the same book she liked to read.

Are you also a Mills fan?

"Um, actually, my name is Mills."

"Wow!!"

Good news! Mills has made new friends and may be able to reintegrate into his hometown.

Even better news is that the other party is a young and beautiful woman who perfectly matches his aesthetic preferences.

Although he felt a little guilty, Mills decided to let things take their course for now.

During his conversation with Susan, Mills learned that the antique shop had been open for some time and was currently undergoing renovations. The owner, Kurt Barlow, was an Austrian whose identity was unknown and who was quite mysterious, often going out unannounced.

He also advised Mills not to try to get along with eccentric people, and that it was best to keep his distance.

Mills remained noncommittal, frowning as he looked at the antique shop.

It was already dusk.

The two decided to go for a drink together.

When night falls.

Inside the antique shop.

Barlow and his assistant Strucker counted the money together.

"Oh shit, the costs are really getting higher and higher. When is the organization going to give us more subsidies?" Barlow slapped the money down, looking distressed.

Strucker reassured him, "Don't be like that, boss. The leaders of the organization are all very wealthy people. They certainly wouldn't be short of our money. Besides, we've collected so many things recently, there must be some that meet the organization's requirements. We can make up for it later, right?"

"Okay, okay, I can't argue with you, but I still think the company is too stingy. Hopefully, we'll have better luck this time."

After Barlow finished speaking, he stuffed the money into the cabinet.

A hint of displeasure flashed in Strucker's eyes, but he continued to do his job as an assistant, running to the back to inspect the goods. These were all items related to the mysterious that they had collected outside under the guise of antique dealers.

In fact, many antiques are indeed related to mystery, making it convenient to collect items using this identity. It's said to be a piece of fabric from the shroud once used to wrap a pharaoh's body…

A green gemstone from ancient Ireland, said to be the cursed gem that brought about the nation's downfall...

The broken wooden coffin, its bottom covered in soil, was obtained from a trader who had several similar coffins...

He began to examine them carefully one by one, and sure enough, the vast majority were fakes, or rather, they did not contain anything mysterious.

When he finally reached the coffin, he frantically pried open a few nails. Just as he lifted a corner of the coffin lid, he heard the boss calling him, "I know, I'm coming right away."

With a slight smirk, Strucker put down the corner of the coffin lid and walked towards the front of the shop.

Just as he arrived at the front shop.

Suddenly, the coffin lid fell off with a loud thud.

When the two rushed over, they found the lights were broken and the room was dark, with only a sliver of moonlight shining through the window to make it barely visible.

suddenly.

A dark figure flashed out from the corner.

"Who?!"

Both of them realized the danger and began to pull out their self-defense items: a silver dagger, a cross dipped in holy water...

but……

In the darkness behind them.

A gigantic bat-like monster had silently appeared, its gaping maw full of fangs grinning menacingly at the two of them.

Wow! !
The enormous wings suddenly opened, enveloping the two of them.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Sadly.

Even the screams were confined to the wings and the house, so no one could hear them, and even if they did, no one would care about Balo, such a mysterious and strange guy.

They will simply ignore him.

And this will be the beginning of a nightmare for this town.

The next morning, Barlow and his companion sat smiling in the house, but drew the curtains tightly shut. Passersby could see them, but they didn't notice the darkness in the room, devoid of any sunlight.

……

Mexico City, the capital of Mexico.

Louis and Emma appeared here. In the past few days, they had traveled through most of Mexico's major cities through the Spirit Realm, leaving only the small towns and cities unvisited.

There's no way around it; going to small towns and cities would be too time-consuming and unnecessary.

Looking at this relatively orderly city, Emma was surprised. "This place is actually quite different from other cities. It's rather... peaceful?"

Louis smiled. "It's the capital, after all, so we have to put on a show. Besides, it's not all that great."

After saying that, he glanced at her.

He could see a building openly manufacturing addictive drugs, with production in full swing. He even saw police patrolling outside the building.

This country is rotten to the core, and the capital is only superficially glamorous; in reality, it's no better than the other cities.

As for changes?

impossible.

It's because they're too close to America.

Being situated around a powerful nation is a tragedy.

However, these things have nothing to do with him, and he didn't cause them, so he's not that prone to excessive sympathy.

He's only concerned with how much blood he can collect here. Also, he seems to need to find a spokesperson here; this land seems quite suitable for developing faith.

Countries filled with suffering and sin are most likely to produce the most beautiful flowers of humanity.

However, he doesn't seem to have a suitable person.

Louis instinctively looked at Emma.

As soon as he saw it, he hurriedly shook his head, leaving Emma completely bewildered.

I must have lost my mind to think of something like this. Can Emma even do it? No way!
Letting her be a sabotager is fine, but developing a religion is completely unrelated to her profession. We don't want her to end up with a group of antisocial saboteurs.

Emma frowned. For some reason, she felt uneasy, as if someone was slandering her. That was what her intuition told her. Could it be that newcomer, that little bitch from the mountain village?

Hmm...maybe, no, it must be her!
Louis, unaware that Emma had misunderstood, stroked his chin. There weren't any suitable people here; he'd just have to screen them when he got back and send some over.

After separating and keeping a few Blood River Pearls, Louis randomly found some people who were persecuted by drug addicts, drug dealers, and inactive governments, and threw them a booklet containing a part of the Sun God's Twelve Meridians Technique.

Whether they can make any changes or achieve anything afterward is entirely up to them.

Louis then took Emma back to America.

That's all for now; it's time to go back and work on the internals.

……

Just as Louis began his return journey.

The Ghost King, who by some stroke of luck escaped from Louis's clutches, is now wandering in a corner of the city.

"Oh, my book, my book, where are you?"

"Without you, how can I recruit soldiers, defeat that damned troublemaker, kill Nancy, awaken the terror of Elm Street, and spread my own terrifying nightmare?"

"I haven't sensed anything for so long. Could it be that those guys in hell are lying to me?"

"No, that can't be it."

"Dear book, please appear soon."

Freddy leaps through one person's dream after another, because he has lost half of himself and has not fully broken the seal, awakening fear in Elm Street, the place where he died, his power now incomplete.

Unable to spread globally, it could only jump from one place to another, searching for the Necronomicon in this region according to the secrets given by the demons of hell.

Just then, it seemed to sense something.

He abruptly turned his head, revealing a wicked smile, "Oh~ what a pleasant surprise~ my daughter~"

It started jumping instantly.

hum!
(End of this chapter)