Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 14 Harsh Correction!
Emma covered her face and suddenly ran backwards.

Louis didn't chase after him, but just watched indifferently. Anyway, everything was under control.

Louis looked at his palms.

Soon, Emma ran into the forest.

Damn, damn, damn...

Louis, I must take revenge on you, take revenge on you, I will kill you, I will make you regret it.

The branches of the trees brushed against his body, causing bursts of stinging pain.

Emma ignored all this at the moment, her mind was frantically thinking about how to take revenge on the other party.

You can't confront it head-on.

Frame-up?
Louis is not an adult, and some methods are useless to him.

stab in the back?

He has no hobbies, doesn't like going out, and has no chance.

Then poison him? No, I want to make him desperate and afraid!
Wait, Louis once said that his family is special, so he can't go back, so...

The outline of an evil plan ignited in her mind.

Until this moment, she didn't realize that she hadn't run out of the forest yet.

It wasn't until he tripped over a tree root that he finally reacted.

She...seems lost.

At this time, the sky gradually darkened and the cold wind blew, like poisonous snakes spitting out their tongues and drilling through the gaps in clothes in the forest.

She couldn't help but hugged her arms, hid behind a tree, and started shouting.

But there was no response.

At this moment, there was no living creature in the empty jungle.

The sky finally darkened. She was so cold and hungry. She tried her best to move forward, but now she was like a headless fly.

She looked up and tried to determine the direction by looking at the North Star as recommended in the popular science magazine, but the sky was covered with dark clouds and she could not see anything clearly.

Hu~hu~
The night wind gradually grew stronger.

She kept shivering. She had never experienced such cold before.

Soon, it was completely dark and she could not see anything.

Rustling...Russling...

She hid away like a frightened bird.

At this moment, she was finally scared. She wanted to go home, to be in a warm room, to have dinner cooked by her father, and to have someone talk to her...

Even if it’s that bastard Louis!

She wanted to cry, but at this moment, the figure of a wolf flashed through the bushes, and its green eyes made her believe that she must not have seen it wrong.

She covered her mouth tightly, not making a sound, but her eyes became red at this moment.

I’m so scared, so scared, so scared. I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die!
Ouch!

The wolf seemed to have discovered her, and pounced on her, biting her arm tightly. Blood flowed everywhere, and large pieces of flesh were torn off.

"Ahhhh!!!"

Scream!

Call ~
The wind blew, and Emma waved her arms wildly, tears streaming down her face. She was going to be disabled, no, she was going to die. It hurt so much, so much pain...

But at this moment, she suddenly felt the pain subside. When she opened her eyes, she saw a blank space in front of her. There were no trees or wild wolves. There was only Louis with an indifferent face and the endless sea cliffs.

She immediately touched her arm and found it was intact, but the pain seemed real and her arm was aching slightly.

"I, I'm not dead? There are no wolves?"

"Do you really want to die?"

Came Louis' voice.

At this moment, Louis looked at her with contempt and pointed at her face and the ground.

Emma was startled and subconsciously touched her face, only to feel a sticky liquid, snot and tears...

And below, traces of moisture stained the rocks darkly. "Ahhhh!!!"

The screams rang out again.

Louis subconsciously raised his palm, but after looking at her face, he put it down with a look of disgust and kicked her. Emma immediately stopped screaming and kept wiping it with her hand.

"Lou, Louis, it's you again?"

"of course."

"Why? I, I didn't provoke you, did I?"

Emma, ​​who had become a tabby cat, looked at Louis with fear and resentment on her face and asked.

"You actually asked me why?"

"Don't you think your behavior is problematic?"

Emma shook her head in complete ignorance, then immediately realized what Louis meant, "So, you're trying to teach me a lesson? What does this have to do with you?"

Louis shook his head. "Oh, just think that I don't like you being like this. I'm just giving you treatment."

"Don't worry, treatment is available every day. Unless I see results, I will definitely send you to the electric chair before I leave. Oh, and by the way, what color electric chair do you prefer? Or, how do you want to die?"

"Drowned like an orange cat?"

"Is Emilia's neck broken?"

"Or do you want to fall down like you just wanted to do?"

"You can take your time to think and choose."

"I'll keep an eye on you, haha."

Louis walked up to her with a smile and patted her shoulder.

Emma shivered all over and trembled uncontrollably.

The way he looked at Louis was like looking at some great demon burning with flames, scolding him, a small demon at the bottom of the society.

At this moment, the sea breeze was howling, and the expressions of the two children, aged seven or eight, were actually a little chilling.

"I, I understand. I will change."

She said in a low voice.

Obviously, she still knows what fear is and how to admit defeat.

But Louis just smiled disdainfully and didn't believe her nonsense at all.

If antisocial children were so easy to deal with, human biology would have made a huge leap forward!
But it doesn't matter. As long as it's not a special case that is completely deeply rooted in the genes and cannot be changed, even if it is a bad child who is born with evil, it is not impossible to correct it later.

Just like the so-called superhero, he is very similar to the bad boy, but he is the type that is irritable and has difficult to control his emotions.

But it has been proven in the future that superheroes can be guided to control their emotions, and when they reach adulthood they can even be no different from ordinary people, except that they are easily angered.

However, for someone like Emma who is naturally unable to respect life and is indifferent to her own kind, she needs to be disciplined and mentally tempered like taming an animal, and artificial prohibitions and rules must be created for her.

Coincidentally, the already highly developed art of pulling out cotton wool can do just that, causing her to suffer mental torture without leaving any scars on her body. It can be said that the injuries are invisible and traceless, making them difficult to expose.

Looking at Emma who looked somewhat miserable, Louis pointed to one side and asked her to wash her face.

clap clap!

After clapping his hands twice, Milo, who heard the sound, stood up in a daze and followed them step by step.

Just like a little duck, it only knows how to follow its mother.

soon.

They returned to the school grove.

Louis also released his control over Milo at this moment.

It must be said that the fully developed Pulling Cotton Technique is, to a certain extent, a true single-target illusion! It is very practical!
The only problem is that in order to achieve the best results, the help of drugs is still needed, and for strong-willed humans such as adults, the effect may be greatly reduced.

After all, if this technique was very powerful, it wouldn't have been used to kidnap children.

But at least it's enough for now.

Louis smiled as he watched the still dazed Milo return to his mother.

Then he looked at Emma, ​​who was keeping her head down and not saying anything, and smiled, "Let's go. Next, I look forward to you giving me some new performances."

(End of this chapter)