Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 97 Returning Home to Jack's Box (Additional Update)
Strange Art: Death Doll Art
Witchcraft: Witchcraft and Punishment
Both of these techniques are quite interesting. One of them is actually a substitute doll, which is a kind of ancient witchcraft. Even Taoism absorbed it later and turned it into one of the orthodox techniques. It is very useful and can be an additional means of saving lives.

The other is the famous art of making voodoo dolls, which is also an ancient witchcraft that was often active among the people and the court. It even caused panic among many court officials for a period of time. The most important thing is that it is a remote curse technique.

However, why are both of them involved with dolls and the like? According to the correlation, shouldn't this happen when Mary Shaw is defeated?

The thought flashed through my mind.

He then carefully examined these two techniques.

As the name suggests, a surrogate doll requires birth date, blood, hair and other media, and finally a doll is made of straw, paper, cloth, wood, etc. The more lifelike the doll is, the better the effect will be.

"The quality of the dolls." Louis thought thoughtfully.

This is just right. He hasn't started learning the notes of Mary Shaw that he got before. With the notes of this master of puppet art, it seems that he will learn the art of substitute puppets at a fast pace.

As for the Menza figurine, it has the same purpose as the scapegoat, and Mary Shaw's notes can also come in handy.

Sure enough, all accumulation is meaningful. Even if it is not used at the moment, it can be used in the future.

Thinking of this, Louis became more determined to collect those unique items, and at the same time, an idea came to his mind.

Do you want to try to explore whether there are any horror movies in this world that you remember?

In addition to collecting intelligence just in case.

You can also get those strange items.

There are a lot of weird things in horror movies.

"It is indeed necessary, but this kind of thing requires a lot of power..."

Now he does not have the foundation to create his own power, and can only rely on the power of his family. In fact, the family power is only strong in Miami, and it cannot dominate the entire state of Florida. It has limitations.

In addition, it is only the 1990s and the Internet is not well developed, so collecting intelligence may be difficult.

"Forget it, I'll just take my time when I get back."

However, after returning, he still had a lot to do: find a new base, study the notes, research Jason, make corpse insects, and collect blood beads...

hiss!
Should I train an assistant?

……

Miami.

Louis is back here again.

In fact, in recent years, he would come back every holiday to communicate with his grandfather, the old butler Alfu, the two brothers Anderson and Andre, Uncle Max and others.

Humans are memory animals. No matter how good the relationship is, it will gradually fade away if they don’t see each other for a long time.

In addition, his grandfather is old, and seeing him less and less is rare, so Louis basically comes back during all holidays and never goes out to travel.

This trip is the only one in the past few years, and then, let’s not talk about it.

Just stopped.

A black car drove over and stopped. Ah Fu got out and said, "Master."

"Hello, Grandpa Ah Fu."

Ah Fu had a smile on his face, and his eyes were gentle from beginning to end when he looked at Louis.

Louis got on the special car.

The vehicle pick-up room soon arrived at the villa.

I walked in with ease and came to my grandfather's room.

But as soon as he opened the door, Louis realized something was wrong.

There were quite a few people standing in the spacious room, all elite members of the family, with sharp eyes and bulging muscles. But in the center, there were only five people: the family treasurer, uncle Max, a stranger, the psychic Elise, and Minnie beside her. Grandfather Carl sat behind his desk, chatting with the stranger. On the desk, there was an antique, cube-shaped music box.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, everyone turned their eyes to him. Under so many gazes, Louis remained calm and closed the door.

"grandfather."

"Little Louis, you're finally back."

"Well, things have just been dealt with."

Karl smiled when he heard this, “Did your trip go well?”

Louis's mouth twitched. "Yes, the trip wasn't smooth. It was fun, but I encountered some things that wouldn't be so pleasant for a normal person. I'll tell Grandpa about it later."

"Hahaha, okay, let's chat later."

"But now, come here, little Louis, and help grandfather look after this music box."

Louis nodded and moved closer.

Seeing this, Elise and Minnie next to them were hesitant to speak.

Only then did Louis see the full picture of the box.

It is square and seems to have some patterns on it, especially on the top of the box there are four things shaped like combination locks with four letters written on them.

JACK.

Jack, because of the J in playing cards, people subconsciously think that this English word is related to it and means clown.

Looking at the box, Louis observed it carefully, dripped cow's tears onto it, blinked, and his vision changed.

The box gradually changed in Louis's eyes. He could vaguely see a white clown face inside the box, wailing, screaming, roaring, and crying...

Louis squinted his eyes, trying to see clearly, but the next second.

It seemed that his sight was discovered, and the shadow of the clown inside suddenly became clear, staring at Louis intently. The black and white eyes suddenly turned dark, and greed could be seen in these completely black eyes!

Jingle Bell.

The handle on the side of the music box began to turn automatically, and the clown inside screamed unwillingly, and his eyes returned to black and white.

The music gradually stopped and the clown inside also fell silent.

Louis' eyes returned to normal, "Grandfather, this thing is not simple."

"Of course, this thing was specially collected by my grandfather. Little Louis, what did you see?" Carl asked.

"A strange... clown spirit."

Hearing this, Karl raised his eyebrows.

The strange man next to him immediately said, "Sir, now it's confirmed, I didn't lie to you, this is really the legendary Jack-in-the-Box."

Karl ignored him, but looked at Ellis and said gently, “Ellis, it seems you didn’t lie to me.”

Elise sighed, "Mr. Carl, I must remind you again that this box is ominous. It contains a demon."

The strange man was anxious. "Demon? A demon that honestly grants wishes and doesn't play tricks on you?"

"This is the real deal. It's the box that once gave that priest his own child."

"I prefer to believe that it was the priest's piety that moved God and gave him a blessing, just like the Holy Grail."

Louis, who understood part of it, rolled his eyes. This salesman was really good at making up stories to sell his stuff, even linking it to the Holy Grail.

Why don't you use it yourself?
Wait, yes, why don’t you use this stuff yourself?

(End of this chapter)