Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 372 The Foolish Witch Freddy in Action
2001 October.

California.

A certain town.

A fierce chase is underway.

Torches flickered in the darkness, but instead of bringing light, they brought a chilling stench of bloodshed.

"Kill that witch!"

"Burn her! Burn her!"

"She is blaspheming God!"

"Lord, does this symbolize the Book of Revelation? Should I go to the Church of Apocalypse?"

"..."

The swamp was in chaos, with men, women, and children dressed in all sorts of clothes scattered around, searching for their "prey".

Deep in the swamp, a young girl was running away in a panic.

The girl was quite pretty, with a natural innocence. Wearing a dress, she looked somewhat like a princess from a fairy tale, but at this moment, she showed no trace of a princess's composure and elegance.

All that remained was a state of disarray and panic.

She ran and fled, stepping on the muddy, moss-covered roots of giant trees, trying to avoid the firelight that constantly surrounded her.

But she had limited stamina and soon stopped, panting heavily, behind a large tree. Just as she was resting for a while, she saw a strange animal under the tree.

The body of a small deer with three antlers was still slightly warm, indicating that it had just died.

Misty Day watched this scene with a heavy heart, leaning closer and lovingly stroking the fawn's corpse, completely oblivious to the strange appearance of the three horns.

"Poor little deer, come back to life."

She closed her eyes, gently stroking the corpse, ignoring the pursuers behind her. A faint white light emanated from her palm, and a strange power began to take effect.

next second.

"YoYo!"

The fawn, which had already died, stood up.

Misty looked delighted.

For her, the closest and favorite animals are small animals. Sometimes even people can't compare to animals. Now that she can save a fawn, she is genuinely happy.

"Little deer, little deer, stop calling! Someone's chasing me! I can't let them..."

But the words are not finished yet.

“Yo!!!”

puff!

The fawn, which should have been docile in her eyes, was now charging at her fiercely with its three sharp, sword-like antlers, its eyes slightly red.

The antlers were incredibly sharp, easily piercing her abdomen and even completely penetrating her flesh.

Bright red blood gushed out from the hole.

Misty's eyes widened in disbelief that a small animal could hurt her. Perhaps, perhaps, the fawn had been frightened...

Confused, Misty collapsed in the swamp.

The loud noise also attracted the attention of the nearby townspeople, but when they rushed over, they only saw a three-horned deer trampling on a corpse. Upon closer inspection, the corpse was none other than the evil witch with resurrection abilities they were looking for, who had blasphemed God!
Noticing their voices, the fawn stopped, its eyes, now completely bloodshot, staring at the humans. Blood dripped continuously from its antlers, making it look less like an animal and more like... a demon!
"Demon!"

"Run!"

"..."

As they fled in panic, the scarlet deer began a new pursuit.

However, in this hunting game, the roles of hunter and prey have been reversed.

soon.

In the swamp forest, only the dead witch remained, but only a short while later...

boom!
The corpse sat up.

Misty's eyes widened, and she gasped for breath.

She was resurrected.

Swallowing hard, Misty recalled her memories and began walking towards the exit of the swamp forest.

The unusual situation involving the three-horned deer, which was extremely aggressive, was quickly reported and suppressed by the local sheriff.

The day.

The deer was then taken to the vicinity of the swamp forest.

They were escorted by special personnel into an underground research institute.

Dr. Ono, a Black man, stared blankly at the experimental subject that had been accidentally exposed and should have died from genetic collapse, but had now miraculously come back to life.

"Resurrection? Genetic repair?"

"why?"

After a brief moment of thought, Ono decided not to delve into it further, since he didn't know much about occult matters.

All he knew was that this person with the ability to resurrect might be the key to the breakthrough in the entire experiment!
And resurrection...

"Get me in touch with Director Smith."

Never underestimate humanity's desire for such a heaven-defying ability as resurrection. When this news was reported, Ono received authorization in less than five minutes.

A large number of personnel, including guards, were mobilized.

Begin searching for Misty Day.

Meanwhile, the Hunter Department and the Hunter Company received even greater support, all in the pursuit of witches—special witches who might possess the ability to resurrect…

……

at this time.

The witch academy has yet to learn of Misty's whereabouts.

Madison is drinking with a dark-haired girl.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
One cup after another, the two of them had an enormous capacity for alcohol.

Queenie and Nan were cheering them on nearby.

"Come on, Madison! You're the oldest among us, you won't be outdone by Zoe, will you?"

"Go for it, Zoe. Madison wants to lick her high heels after you lose the bet, and she'll even call herself Black Widow."

???

Upon hearing Nan's words, who possessed the ability to read minds, the black-haired girl Zoe's eyes widened in surprise, while Madison smiled provocatively and downed another glass in one gulp.

Zoe's face was grim.

High heels are fine, but Black Widow and stuff...

It touched a raw nerve with her.

Just a few days ago, she was about to get intimate with her boyfriend, but instead, he died a violent death in bed!
It was only after someone died that she learned from her mother that her family had witch blood, which might be the special ability she had awakened.

For her safety, she was sent to this witch academy.

She just lost her boyfriend and learned she'll never be able to have a man again, and now they're talking to her about Black Widow and stuff...

"Staring at me? I've already had eight drinks, two more to go. You'd better get ready to lick my high heels, Black Widow." Madison grinned maliciously.

Zoe had no doubt that this guy would actually do it!
He quickly tilted his head back and drank it down.

Gumbling--

soon.

The two were quite drunk, and just as Zoe was about to lick the high heels, she collapsed onto the floor with a thud and fell into a deep sleep.

clap clap!

I patted my face, but there was no reaction.

Madison pouted in disappointment, "You guys carry her back to her room, I... I'll have another drink."

"Why don't you go to a bar for a drink?" Queenie asked curiously as she lifted Zoe up.

“You’re a minor celebrity in Hollywood, you must be throwing parties all the time, right? Don’t tell me you’re a fundamentalist.” Madison glanced at her but didn’t answer.

"She's not a believer, and she wants to go to bars, but bars are too chaotic. Going to a bar is practically a one-night stand, and she doesn't want to, huh? She doesn't want to and doesn't dare to? Afraid of being bedridden for three days? Who? Louis..."

"Enough! Damn Nan! If you try to read my mind again, I'll slap you in the face!"

Madison roared, a barely perceptible blush rising on his face.

However, Nan ignored Madison's threat, instead staring with her mouth agape, her eyes filled with terror, her body motionless.

Queenie: "Alright, alright, Nan, don't mess with this bitch, let's go back to our room."

"Ok?"

I called out several times, but there was no response. I turned around and found that Nan was still standing there.

"Nan? Nan? What's wrong?"

Queenie quickly got down and shook Nan.

"Stop pretending and get lost, or I might really hit you," Madison said impatiently.

"Something's wrong, why isn't Nan moving?" Queenie said, a little panicked.

Madison was startled, threw down the bottle, and walked over to look at Nan. She saw that Nan's eyes could still move, but when she looked at her, they were filled with terror.

Madison scratched his head, as if he had thought of something, and a slight smile appeared on his lips. "Serves you right, you idiot, letting me read your mind so easily, are you happy now! Hahaha!"

“Do you know what happened?” Queenie asked.

"uh-huh."

"This fool spied on my thoughts and got cursed in return, but it's nothing, he was just standing there for a while, it wasn't a serious offense," Madison explained.

Queenie found it hard to believe. "How is that possible? Didn't I read your mind before?"

Madison laughed. "That's because he wasn't involved."

"Hmph, quite possessive."

Madison smiled and looked up at the moon in the sky.

???

Queenie felt increasingly confused; what was all this about?

Are you sure Nan is alright?

"I'm sure. You'd better take that Black Widow upstairs right away. I'm waiting for her to lick the soles of my shoes tomorrow."

Queenie, half-believing and half-doubting, pulled Zoe upstairs.

Madison started drinking while gazing at the moon, then suddenly shouted, "Let me up there!"

"I want a hot dog! You bossy bastard!"

As he was shouting, he suddenly started laughing in a crazy way.

hum!
A ray of moonlight shone down.

Madison vanished completely.

The entire first-floor lobby was now empty except for Nan, who was frozen in place, unable to move.

She stood there, and for some reason, she felt a chill run down her spine, as if there was something in the building, especially behind her, where she felt a strange sense of danger, as if someone was watching her from behind.

This is an instinct that everyone has.

Therefore, Nan was very certain.

But she couldn't use her powers right now, so she could only endure this feeling, and fear gradually rose in her heart.

What comes next...?
You bastards, get someone down here!
Wait, could it be Spalding?

It's plausible that he might be on night patrol, so it must be him, right?
Half an hour later.

Nan regained her mobility.

Not daring to look at the darkness around him, he quickly ran back to his room and huddled under the covers.

……

Just as the witches were about to face a terrible crisis.

Orlando, Florida, was the first city to face the test.

A young woman, completely concealed and carrying a suitcase, stepped off the train platform and quickly found a hotel to settle in.

Open the suitcase.

Inside was a book made of human skin, dark yellow in color, with densely packed, sharp teeth on its hinges.

"Catherine, prepare for our revenge."

Freddie's unique voice, a mix of comicality and cruelty, cruelty and humor, filled the room.

“Yes, Dad,” his daughter Catherine replied.

It's like talking to yourself.

"But Dad, why not just use the Book of the Dead and release the special demons inside?"

Facing his only descendant, Freddy became more patient and explained, "This was the way it should have been."

"However, on the way here, we heard something was wrong. Our enemy seems to have become formidable, and according to the original plan, we should not be able to deal with him."

"Therefore, the plan needs to be changed."

"I'm going to find some interesting guys I met in hell and team up with them so we can deal with our enemies."

“But Dad, are the people you know willing to help? Are they capable enough?” Catherine questioned.

"Quack, quack, quack——"

"I even saw it in my dreams on the way here."

"The ones who will deal with that guy are a lot of demons. They have a grudge against each other. As for strength, ordinary demons are definitely no match, but demon gods will do, hehehe—"

"Alright, enough talk. Let me stay here for one night and give the people of this city a good night's sleep. Then I'll go back to hell and prepare to throw a grand banquet here! Oh ho ho ho!"

"Good dad."

Catherine put the book away, then lay down on the bed and began to sleep.

But I had just fallen asleep.

Freddy seemed to have discovered something interesting.

"Wow, this dream is interesting, hehehe."

soon.

Following the special connection between dreams, he began to jump between them, and almost instantly arrived in the dream of a heretic being hunted down.

"Oh, the Church of Apocalypse has recently been cracking down on other sects and prohibiting private interpretation of scriptures. Many sects have been banned, and there are very few people left in their sect. This sect has a special curse that can open rifts in hell, but the conditions for learning it are harsh, and no one has been able to learn it for a long time..."

"Has someone learned this recently? And it's an old woman with some mental issues, named Mrs. Gainos? Are we going to go find her now? To warn her?"

In the dream, Freddy hooked his claws, scraping at the man's brains, his eyes thoughtful.

A curse that can open the rifts of hell, a hellish demon with a grudge against that guy, and himself who controls the Book of the Dead...

An incomplete plan began to take shape in its mind.

"Hehehe, I think the demons must all be eager to descend upon the mortal world." Fred chuckled sinisterly, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

It licked its lips.

They begin by infecting others' dreams while searching for the so-called Lady Ganos.

The more dreams that are infected, the more hostages are controlled. Shouldn't Louis have some reservations about this? It's a matter of multiple preparations.

But it has just started to spread the infection.

Freddy suddenly paused, sensing a threat.

"Quick, quick, quick! The sensing location is right here!"

"Surround it immediately, scatter the ashes in a circle..."

In reality, several priests dressed in blue and white robes, looking fit and capable, and several exorcists dressed in black trench coats, looking very mysterious, ran over.

Beside them, a large group of ordinary police officers escorted them, maintained order, and guarded the surrounding area.

(End of this chapter)