Chapter 135: Good and Evil Rules, Finlay, Horse Soul, and Carrie Moving House

Looking at this little thing, Louis muttered to himself, "Maybe I should just burn it."

As he spoke, the flames on his hand began to burn fiercely.

Finlay was so scared that it fell to its knees with a *thud*, actually kowtowing to Louis *bang, bang, bang*, then it clasped its hands together and kept shaking its head while looking up.

It was clear that it was begging for mercy.

Seeing this display, Louis sighed, and the fire in his hand grew even larger.

Seeing this, Finlay opened its mouth wide, eyes bulging as if shocked by why this was happening, then its head tilted to the side and it collapsed to the ground, appearing to have fainted from fright.

Louis's expression grew even more unpleasant; he had gone through all that trouble for a trip, only to get this thing? For a moment, he truly had the urge to burn this guy to ashes.

Keep a calm heart, keep a calm heart... can't waste it, can't waste it...

After quickly calming his temper, Louis decided to take this thing to test it and see if it was actually capable of anything. If it really wasn't, he would take it to be disciplined; it could at least serve as a servant, and perhaps one day he would discover some other power it possessed that hadn't been noticed yet.

"Now, get up. If you don't get up, I'll burn you right now."

*Snap! *

The puppet immediately flipped over and stared straight at Louis.

Good fellow, sure enough, it was playing dead again.

"Now, follow me!"

Finlay followed obediently behind.

They arrived at a room where the test subjects had already been arranged.

A gang traitor, a death row prisoner, and a gambler—not a single good person among them; this was also a characteristic of Louis's underground base.

"Now, you fight them. If you can win, you won't have to be burned by fire, and you can follow me. If you lose..."

Louis didn't finish, but Finlay nodded repeatedly anyway.

Very quickly.

Finlay walked in with cheerful steps. It felt that this matter was easy; killing people, it wasn't like it didn't know how, and these three people didn't look like that little girl from earlier, nor this fire man.

They should be easy to deal with.

Outside the room, Louis watched through the massive bulletproof glass.

Very soon, Louis raised an eyebrow slightly.

He saw that Finlay's speed and strength inside were different from when it was at Carrie's house. It had pulled out a small knife from somewhere, and its dodging, attacking, and maneuvering were a smooth, flowing set of attacks.

In just five minutes, it had finished off all three pieces of human trash.

One of them had been tripped by it and fell onto the dagger, being stabbed to death; as for the other two, one was strangled, and the other had his crotch struck before having his throat slit with the dagger.

Efficiency, cunning, strength, speed—it was a world of difference from before!

You couldn't see a trace of the "little loser" look.

This current state was what truly fit the persona of a horror movie puppet.

Louis rubbed his chin. "Interesting. Why is that?"

Subsequently, Louis prepared other test subjects and began to test it step by step, bit by bit, according to different categories.

After killing a total of nine people, Louis reached a conclusion: this guy's intelligence was not low, its nature was evil, and it loved to kill. But accompanying its nature was its killing rule: it only exerted its strength when killing evil people, while when dealing with good people, it would turn into a ridiculous joke like a prank.

Furthermore, it had a hidden setting: the more evil the person, the stronger the power it could exert; otherwise, this puppet body, only as tall as a child, would have had difficulty killing so many evil people.

It's just that he didn't know if its good-and-evil setting meant that when encountering an evil person whose strength was too high, its ability boost would be significant. He imagined there was a limit, otherwise, it wouldn't be so afraid of him.

But regardless, its intensity was definitely much higher than an ordinary one.

Additionally, it was useless against soul bodies and would even be scared by evil spirits. Hmm, from this point of view, it was still a cowardly guy.

But at least it wasn't a loser.

If used to guard the house like a dog, it seemed acceptable.

Hmm, put it at the same table as the Scarecrow.

Afterward, Louis casually drafted an unequal contract and threw it in front of Finlay.

Finlay seemed to understand something; it looked at the contract carefully, and suddenly, it jumped up and waved its hands and feet, seemingly protesting in anger.

*Bang! *

A cluster of flames burned between his fingers.

Finlay's body stiffened, and it lay down obediently, writing its own name.

It then lay on the ground, staring blankly at the light on the ceiling, as if its life had lost all hope.

Louis flicked the contract and smiled. "Alright, from now on you are my employee. The term is—forever."

What? Wages? What are you thinking?

You stubborn puppet!

Isn't sparing your life already your wages?

"Come, let me introduce you to your future colleagues, and the places you cannot enter. Of course, if you want to go in, it doesn't matter; it won't be me getting torn to pieces anyway."

Louis brought Finlay upstairs, reached the vicinity of the prison, and snapped his fingers.

The next second.

A rustling sound arose, and Finlay looked left and right, becoming vigilant.

The bushes in front were parted, and a Scarecrow that looked very crude and had a terrifying face walked out, bowing its waist toward Louis.

"It is your colleague. You can call it Scarecrow, or you can call it Guardian of the Earth."

Finlay looked at this Scarecrow, which it could tell at a glance was stronger than itself, and nodded repeatedly.

"From now on, it watches the top, you watch the bottom. If anyone with ill intent comes in, just attack directly. Capture them if you can; if you can't, kill them."

Both of these monsters were special existences possessing intelligence. As long as it was explained clearly, it wasn't difficult to have them distinguish targets. The only problem was probably that their evil nature made it easy to cause trouble.

But for Louis, this was the least of his worries. Anyway, if they didn't listen, he would just burn them.

They had signed a human trafficking contract!

Subsequently, he carried Finlay and returned to the underground base.

After throwing Finlay into the corner of the room, Louis headed toward another area.

He hadn't come to the underground base just to discipline this little thing; he had serious business to attend to.

The cultivation of the Divine Horse Movement Art required killing two horses and absorbing their horse souls for his own use. The quality of the horses determined the upper limit of this art. Although he really wanted to use the souls of other mystic-side monsters, unfortunately, his current accumulation was insufficient, and he hadn't caught such monsters yet, so he could only settle for second best and buy two stud horses with excellent physical fitness from a horse farm to use.

Besides this, the last of the three major Demoncraft Arts—the Poisonous Harm Demoncraft—was also about to be mastered. This Demoncraft was the one most like a Demoncraft among the three.

The Poisonous Harm Demoncraft focused on concealment, neurotoxins, tormenting people, harming people, and toxins.

In addition to this, there was the special Spiritual Eye Art that required finding a place of Yin Sha to cultivate. Once these two arts were finished, all the inheritances currently provided by the legacy book would be completed, and new inheritances would appear.

This was Louis's cultivation goal for this period.

After finishing these, Louis felt that Emma should also be able to produce internal Qi and condense Yin Essence; that would be the opportunity for a breakthrough.

"Phew, there are quite a few things to do. But this feeling of being immersed in cultivation is quite fulfilling. It's just right to settle down and prepare for the breakthrough to the Yin Spirit Realm."

Louis looked at the two tall horses with sleek, shiny coats that had been driven over and patted their heads. "Sorry, I will give you a quick end."

He did not like to torture animals that had no grudge against him.

After saying this, he watched a professional horse-slaughtering video once before starting the operation.

Very quickly, a series of items were prepared: yellow talismans, cinnabar, night-luminescent powder, peach wood ash, sedatives, verbal soothing...

Without a Soul-Suppressing Bell, he could only use sedatives as a substitute. Otherwise, if the horse felt too much pain, not to mention struggling, its resentment could also lead to the failure of the ritual. In ancient times, many places would conduct similar rituals, combined with herbs that had analgesic effects to assist in soothing the departed soul.

*Clang! Clang! Clang! *

Louis held one long and one short sharp blade, rubbing them against each other to produce a sharp sound of metal clashing. Each blade had been verified by Louis on criminals; they were absolutely sharp and could definitely kill with one strike, without pain.

Finally, accompanied by a flash of blade light, the two horses only let out one cry before it came to an abrupt end.

The horse blood gradually soaked into the peach wood ash...

After Louis took the doll away.

Carrie's house did not return to calm.

Margaret had been in a trance all afternoon and hadn't recovered. She kept muttering in her mouth, "Technology? Demon? Technology? Demon?"

Clearly, the doll had a somewhat large impact on her psyche.

Although Carrie was worried, she had no way to help. She could only prepare dinner, take care of her mother until she finished eating, wash up, send her to her room, and seeing that her mother was just muttering and not in any serious trouble, she cleaned up the house before returning to her own room.

Arriving at the door of her room, Carrie stopped.

She looked at the hole in the door and remained silent.

In the afternoon, because the incident happened suddenly, there was no way to think about many things in detail, but now that things had settled down, Carrie also discovered some oddities.

Although that doll might have been funny, it shouldn't have been able to fly out on its own and smash a hole in the door.

Then, how did this hole come about?

Carrie frowned deeply, recalling the scene at that time.

A moment later, she hesitated and raised her right hand.

She focused her attention.

*Hum! *

It was as if some invisible force had been triggered; the door swung open violently.

Carrie's eyes widened, and she looked at her hand in disbelief. She waved her hand! The door closed.

She waved her hand! The door opened.

Between opening and closing, Carrie seemed to feel a kind of joy; a smile appeared on her face, and she found it quite interesting.

She entered her room and played with this power, manipulating the stationery, pillows, and other light objects in the room to fly up and drift in mid-air.

At this moment.

Her mother's coughing sound came from the hall, and Carrie was startled.

*Clatter, clatter! *

Everything in mid-air fell down.

"Carrie? What are you doing?"

"Mom, I accidentally knocked over the desk."

"Oh, be careful. Come over here, Mom has something to tell you."

Carrie hurriedly picked up all these things.

She walked out of the room and saw her mother drinking water. Seeing Carrie come out, she beckoned for Carrie to come over.

Carrie sat on the dilapidated sofa, which immediately let out a creaking sound and was a bit uncomfortable; there was no help for it, as this sofa was an old item her mother had picked up.

In fact, their family's finances had always been tight. There was no father, and no child support from a father; they could only rely on her mother, Margaret, to earn money herself. But Margaret was not a college student; she was just an ordinary, unofficial, and unrecognized nun who had been driven out of her original church.

Added to her extreme personality, she could only earn some wages by working as a handyman in a burger shop or as a waitress in a restaurant.

Even then, sometimes she couldn't keep the jobs long, often offending people and losing them. It was thanks to the government distributing quite a bit of welfare that Carrie could even attend school.

Looking at her mother, Carrie had a bad premonition in her heart. "Mom, is something wrong? You'd better get some more rest."

Margaret shook her head. Her daughter's concern comforted her slightly, but she still had to say what she had to say. "Carrie, we have to move."

Carrie opened her mouth slightly, and the bad premonition in her heart came true.

"Mom, can we not move?"

"No. This place is watched by the devil. We cannot stay here, otherwise, we will definitely be tempted by the devil and forsake God," Margaret said with slight agitation, stating her reason.

Carrie expressed that she couldn't accept it. "Mom, that was just an illusion. There are no moving dolls, no demons."

"No! There are!"

Margaret stood up. "Do you think I'm senile? That puppet was moving! And besides that puppet, there is a demon here!"

She pointed toward Louis's house.

As for who the demon she was talking about was...

Naturally, it was Emma, who had designed it so she would get wet and then took photos to threaten her.

In her eyes, that was a little demon that had run out of hell!

Carrie looked disappointed. "Mom, I don't want to leave. I have friends here; I don't want to be alone again."

Margaret originally wanted to scold her, but looking at Carrie's eyes, her heart softened, and she stated another reason. "We are out of money, Carrie."

"The job at the burger shop was ruined today. The men and women who come there every day are all indecent; they show their thighs and chests, just like demons tempting others. I have to serve these demons every day, and I feel like vomiting."

Carrie listened with indifference; she was already used to it. This was the reason they had moved often before and only moved here over four years ago. That they had been able to stay this long before moving again was already beyond her expectations.

"The government also cut the monthly welfare, and we don't have enough money, Carrie."

Looking at her silent daughter, Margaret added, "I will rent an apartment in the next block; it's not far from here."

Carrie finally nodded.

Although they had to move, fortunately, it wasn't too far, and this was something that couldn't be helped; she couldn't demand too much from her mother.

It was just that it was still so uncomfortable. From now on, would she not be able to see Emma and Louis every day?

"Mom, when are we moving?"

"In a few days. Pack up the things these next few days."

"Mm."

Carrie returned to her room in silence and lay on the bed, dazed.

The joy of obtaining superpowers for the first time had disappeared by now, replaced only by confusion about the future and reluctance to part with her friends and her crush.

"Louis... Emma..."

(End of chapter)