Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 68: Night Visit to the Cemetery and Kicking the Tombstone
cemetery.

rustling... rustling...

The sound of loose soil falling to the ground was like someone was digging.

In the darkness, a man was digging with a shovel, his eyes as determined as a soldier.

Next to him, there was a doll lying upside down, with its eyes tilted towards him, staring straight at him as he dug.

click!
The coffin was dug up.

Jamie opened the coffin lid without hesitation, only to find it empty. "Sure enough, it's really Billy. Who dug you out? Could that nursery rhyme be true?"

"Is the murderer an evil spirit?"

Looking at the empty coffin and Billy's name written on the tombstone, Jamie was confused.

With the puppet in hand, he naturally had to start the investigation from here. According to the legend, Mary Shaw was buried together with her puppet. Now, he opened the tomb of the puppet Billy and found it empty, proving that this thing was Billy in Mary Shaw's hand.

Then the problem is coming.

Doesn’t this mean that the ghost nursery rhyme is true and evil spirits really exist?

So……

Jamie looked at the grave with Mary Shaw's name written on it not far away. After a brief moment of fear and hesitation, he was replaced by determination.

Pick up the shovel, dig it down, and maybe everything will be revealed.

As for fear?

He just wants to know the truth now.

As he walked, the puppet Billy, who was thrown aside behind him, began to move his eyes!

He stared at Jamie, his face gradually becoming distorted.

puff!

The shovel dug into the soil.

The lights suddenly came on.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!"

"Look what I saw. A suspect in his wife's murder actually ran to the cemetery with evidence and tried to dig up the grave. Are you mentally ill? Oh~ That's really hard to deal with."

A detective named Warwick, who suspected Jamie was the murderer, shouted with a flashlight.

Jamie took a deep breath and said, "Listen, Detective, I didn't kill my wife, and I'm not mentally ill. I'm just looking for the truth."

"Digging graves in the middle of the night is your truth?" Warwick came over, threw away Jamie's shovel, and stared at him.

"Oh, don't do that!" Jamie covered his head in pain.

"Then tell me the truth."

"The truth? The truth is that I now suspect that the evil spirit in the nursery rhyme in our town is the one who killed my wife!"

"That doll is hers, you know? When I dug it up, the doll wasn't inside. Do you know what that means?"

"It means you've been planning this for a long time. Besides, what does that mean? An evil spirit? How old are you? Do you want to ask a priest to come over?"

Looking at the detective's expression of disbelief.

Jamie's pain grew.

He didn't know whether Mary Shaw was an evil spirit, but he was really not the murderer!
In the bushes, Louis, who had just arrived and wanted to destroy Mary Shaw's body, was speechless watching this scene.

what is this?
The classic materialistic warrior of horror films?

Forget it. I remember that Jamie was a very calm guy and it would be difficult for Mary Shaw to succeed. So let’s ignore them for now. The focus now is Mary Shaw’s puppet.

Remember that Mary Shaw can possess and transfer bodies through the puppets she created during her lifetime. If the puppets are not completely destroyed, Mary Shaw can escape at any time through possession.

Billy is one, like some big theater, which is where Mary Shaw performed and lived during her lifetime?
Finally, there is the protagonist’s stepmother, Mary Shaw, who painstakingly created a perfect doll.

If all of this is destroyed, Mary Shaw will have nowhere to escape.

Of course, before that, let's see if we can destroy her body first. If she can become an evil spirit, her body must have some evil aspects.

After Jamie and the other man were arguing and trying to seek other witnesses' testimony about Mary Shaw and left, Louis came out.

He swung the shovel. It must be said that Louis was in very good physical condition now. He shoveled quickly and steadily. After a while, he saw the coffin.

But Louis did not rush to open the coffin lid. Instead, he flipped up his sleeves and a bottle the size of perfume appeared. Two drops of liquid fell into his eyes, and then he looked around vigilantly.

If Mary Shaw cares about her body, then it will definitely appear, and she must be on guard.

I thought about it.

Call ~
With a gentle blow, a circle of flames formed into a ring, surrounding Louis and illuminating the surrounding area.

It turns out that when people are exposed to light, their fear will be greatly reduced. Louis was the same and felt much more at ease in an instant.

Louis looked at the coffin lid and said, "Now, let's fight, Mary Shaw!"

boom!
He kicked open the coffin lid, and a stale smell hit him in the face, but there was nothing inside.

Suddenly, the rustling sound of the leaves in the wind disappeared, and even the chirping of various insects that were already familiar to the ears stopped quietly, and everything seemed to have entered a realm of silence.

Here.

No sound!

next moment.

Wang Wang Wang! ! !
The little coal ball in my arms suddenly started barking in one direction, and the baby voice broke the eerie silence.

The blood beads on the wrist are spinning.

Three peach wood needles were suddenly spat out from under Louis' tongue.

Like a bullet, it shot out in the direction of Coal Ball's howling.

boom!
The needles pierced the tree trunk and burst.

But Coal Ball was still barking, and his little head kept turning, as if the dirty stuff was everywhere.

Louis was calm.

It didn't hit, as expected.

But where was she? Why couldn't I see her? Was she moving too fast? Was she hiding too well? Was she too high a level?

The blood curse didn't work either, which might be related to the fact that the opponent was a soul. It seemed that this time it depended on the Willow Leaf Golden Sword.

As Louis looked around, he gently pressed Coal Ball's little head. The guy was almost dizzy, but yes, the little thing was quite useful.

Louis touched the willow-leaf golden knife in his palm, which was ready to strike. In the dim light, he finally saw it, but he only saw a little white shadow behind the bushes. It was hidden too well and difficult to lock on.

at this time.

The chilling feeling grew stronger, and the flames surrounding it actually began to dim slightly.

"Who are you?"

"Who are you?"

"Who are you?"

Sounds like 3D surround sound were coming from all directions. There were voices from men and women, old and young. The overlapping voices sounded extremely complicated. The only thing that was the same was their words.

Who are you?
Faced with this question, Louis couldn't help but laugh, "Old man, don't you recognize me? Don't worry, you will remember me later."

"Follow if you can."

He kicked over Mary Shaw's tombstone, and seeing that Mary Shaw was not angered, he gave him a face strike, and Meigu also did not react.

Louis snorted, and with flames surrounding him, he walked towards the town. He had already learned where his home was from Jamie at dusk.

The orange flames were blazing, and Louis was walking with the wind.

And the layers of ghost sounds disappeared at this moment, and there was no trace of the ghost.

……

at this time.

Jamie, who was annoyed by the detective, had no choice but to take him to find the townspeople to confirm that the nursery rhyme really existed.

But unfortunately, no one was willing to admit it. They didn't even dare to say the name Mary Shaw, and just hurriedly closed the door.

"Haha, you're not telling fake nursery rhymes, are you?"

"Shit, don't you understand? They are all scared. They don't even dare to say Mary Shaw's name." Jamie said helplessly.

Warwick stopped talking unexpectedly and frowned when he heard this. Indeed, there was something wrong with the behavior of those townspeople just now, and there was a hint of fear in them.

Could it be that someone has used this nursery rhyme to kill someone before?
As for evil spirits, Warwick still didn't believe in them. He had handled many cases of wife murder, and they could make up any excuse to escape the blame.

"Well, let's go. Maybe we can ask my father. Although I don't want to see him, at least he won't hide it from me."

"Haha, the words of relatives cannot be used as testimony."

Having said that, the detective still followed.

He felt that there might be a big case behind Mary Shaw's nursery rhyme, and it was necessary to investigate further.

(End of this chapter)