Chapter 157

Jiali's voice was full of solemnity.

Louis's expression also changed with Jiali's words, "That doll shop in Orlando?"

"Yes, I'm very sure."

Louis nodded and dialed the phone directly.

Soon, Lunca called back, "There is no shop selling dolls. That shop is now a snack shop. According to the owner, the shop was sublet a few months ago."

"Okay, I see."

Hanging up the phone, Louis looked at the shop, "There's a problem."

Although it wasn't transferred out of thin air, but sublet a few months ago, perhaps because of business issues, or perhaps for other reasons.

But for a doll shop to come all the way from Florida to California, such a long distance, it was truly incredible.

Not to mention that the Finley Jiali bought was obtained from this shop, and now the dollhouse was also from this shop.

Such a coincidence?

Louis didn't believe it.

But he didn't want to go in himself, so...

Soon.

Ding-a-ling.

The bell in front of the door rang.

A Latino man walked into the shop and looked at the shopkeeper, an old man with dark yellow skin wearing a gray robe and smoking a cigarette.

"Boss, do you have any dollhouses here?"

The old man glanced at him and pointed to the side, where two dollhouses were indeed placed, but there were no dolls inside.

"If you want to buy things, it's better to come with more people; you can get a discount."

The Latino man frowned, not understanding, but still remembered it, "Then boss, do you have those dolls that can move on their own here?"

The old man didn't answer directly.

Helpless, the Latino man searched around, remembered something, and then hurried out of the shop.

In the corner, Louis handed one hundred dollars to the man in front of him. Watching the other person leave, Louis looked at Jiali.

"Now we can be sure that this shop really has a problem. Let's go, let's go in and see. The other party should have already discovered us."

Ding-a-ling.

The doorbell rang again.

This time, the old man didn't lie on the recliner again but sat up, "Customer, hello, is there anything you want?"

Louis looked around and found that the shop was indeed mostly dolls, with all kinds of dolls available, even the latest Barbie dolls, showing its cutting-edge nature; the person stocking the shelves was not outdated at all.

"Boss, I want to buy a doll that can move on its own. Do you have any here?"

"I used to, but not anymore." When he said this, the old man suddenly looked at Jiali, "It was bought by this little girl."

Louis raised an eyebrow, not expecting this person to admit it just like that.

At this time, the old man smiled, "A very evil witchcraft was cast on the core and soul of that doll, which was later subjected to a kindness curse by a certain priest, so don't worry about any harm. If you are bold enough, that little guy can be treated as a parenting doll."

Good fellow, he admitted it directly and even exposed Finley's background completely.

"And you are?"

Seeing his frankness, Louis simply played his cards openly to test him.

The old man smiled, not taking offense, and directly took out a headdress from under the table. It was mainly made of some kind of animal hide, with a row of thick tail feathers of raptors like eagles and eagles inserted into it, and some gold, silver, and gems inlaid on the edges, looking both gorgeous and carrying some mysterious meaning.

Louis suddenly realized.

Out of curiosity about why this land of America was so full of strange occurrences, Louis had conducted rough research on its history, and the Indians were unavoidable.

And this kind of headdress represented an Indian priest.

And, not an ordinary Indian priest.

Indian priests could be classified and ranked by their headdresses, of which there were five main types.

There was the eagle feather crown, symbolizing bravery.

The gemstone crown, inlaid with gold, silver, and gems, representing wealth.

The natural crown, combining wolf and bear fur with feathers, representing kindness and wisdom.

The chieftain crown, woven from various feathers, shaped like a shawl, dividing various spirits according to feather color, representing power.

The death crown, using animal bones and blood combined with animal hide, symbolizing war and darkness.

And for the old man in front of him, this headdress had three symbols: the eagle feather crown, the gemstone crown, and the natural crown.

Bravery, wealth, wisdom.

One could imagine the status of this old man among the Indians.

"It seems you recognized it, so I don't need to explain."

"You came for that dollhouse, right?" the old man asked proactively.

"That's right. Since you sold it, boss, you should know that there's a problem with that dollhouse, right?"

"Of course, I released it on purpose in the first place," the old man said as a matter of course.

???

Seeing Louis look somewhat surprised, the old man smiled, "I sell things, others buy things, fair and just, contract spirit, right? Isn't that what white people are particular about?"

"Then why are you so surprised?"

"Alright, then why did you do this? The person who bought this thing seems to be just a little girl, right?"

"When white people sold addictive goods to our children back then, they didn't care if those children were kids," the old man said indifferently.

"As for why I did this, haha, I like it. I have many things here. For those good people, I sell some ordinary things."

"Those ordinary people, it all depends on luck. If their luck is bad and they buy one that kills, then it's her own fault for dying."

"Especially those who believe in religion; they deserve to die even more."

"As for the evil ones, hehe, I don't let them die easily. I want them to live well in the world, cause chaos, lead demons in, and be with demons."

When the old man said these words, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and in Louis's eyes, the fluctuation of his soul clearly stated that the other party wasn't lying! Everything he said was true!

So the question is.

Why?

Why did he do this?

Why did he tell himself so much?

And, is he sick? These conditions seem like he's deliberately targeting white people and Christianity, but he also seems not to want to really hurt good people; it's too awkward.

"Kid, don't use your power to look at others casually. Be careful, or you'll die if you provoke someone powerful one day," the old man suddenly snorted coldly, and the soul fluctuation in Louis's eyes disappeared instantly.

Louis nodded apologetically toward the old man.

"Let's not talk about this. Since you came for that dollhouse, let me tell you about the dollhouse first."

"That thing fused a part of the power of the great Quetzalcoatl, and then I added some curse power to it. Anyone who takes out the ghost head will be killed by the curse."

"Of course, with your power, you can still withstand it."

"But it's best not to try it randomly, otherwise, if the power of the great Quetzalcoatl inside undergoes any mutation, it's not something ordinary people can imagine," the old man sneered.

Louis's eyes flickered.

Quetzalcoatl, this was the god of life, the god of light and wisdom, the god of agriculture, etc., in Aztec mythology, which could be called a main god. Of course, He had another more well-known name—the Feathered Serpent God/Sun God, Kukulcan!

No wonder the things in this dollhouse came to life; having fused the power of the god of life, wasn't it normal for it to be animated?

However, something fused with divine power was just released like this? Was this old man so generous?

"Hmph, don't look at me with those eyes."

"Anyone can buy these things. We Indians have our own rules. The kind of buying and selling I set depends entirely on luck. If you can get it, that's your luck, and no one can take it away."

"Alright, now your questions are over, it's my turn to ask you."

"I ask you, have you... ever come into contact with our Indian priests?" the old man suddenly stared fixedly at Louis.

Clearly, this was the main reason he called Louis in.

However, Indian priests?

Nowadays, the number of Indians is relatively small, and most of them live in the reservations designated for them by America. How could it be so easy to come into contact with them, let alone a priest?

But since the other party said so, there must be a reason.

Where had he come into contact with one?

Louis frowned and thought hard.

Suddenly, a chill went down his back.

Damn! He really had come into contact with one!

But it wasn't a person, but his corpse!

It was that soul-summoning arm!

The family once listened to him and went to trace the origin of that arm. A Voodoo priest with Indian blood had made a great name for himself in Florida as a medium, but one day he declared that he was going to the big city of New York to make money to improve the lives of his Indian compatriots.

But he never returned.

In the end, only that severed hand remained in circulation. Louis suspected that the priest had been harmed by the W Company and made into a special artifact.

Otherwise, the ceramic and incantations used to suppress the ability on the severed hand couldn't be explained.

And Louis had only been in long-term contact with this arm with Indian blood; besides that, he hadn't even seen an Indian.

Louis hesitated for a moment and told the old man in front of him about the matter.

Of course, he made some beautification and concealment in it.

When the old man heard that it could summon evil spirits and make the person in contact have a semi-open, extremely sensitive soul, his expression clearly became excited.

"It's him, it must be him. This kid is still around, that's great. But why didn't he stay with Red Deer?"

And when he finished listening to what Louis said—that the other party wanted to improve the lives of Indians and make a lot of money, but only a severed hand remained—the old man's entire face became ugly, "Severed hand... severed hand..."

A priest's hand was made into a soul-summoning tool, so could the person himself have fared any better?

The ending was obvious.

The old man clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and his face was terrifyingly gloomy. The entire doll shop began to tremble slightly, and even the dust and stones on the ground began to jump.

A strong sense of danger appeared, and goosebumps broke out all over Louis's body.

The Blood River Bead began to tremble slightly, the Myriad Illusion Robe faintly changed color, and a fiery red mark on his forehead flashed and disappeared.

Even Jiali, who had been silent beside him, felt the sense of danger. Powerful telekinesis began to swirl around her, and at the same time, she moved her feet, faintly blocking in front of Louis.

The old man was still muttering in his mouth.

"I knew it, I knew it, white people are all no good."

"Fool, what money to make! The money of the white devil is all obtained by fraud. How can we, without the protection of the gods, play against them..."

"Christianity, damn God."

"Demons, I want to release more demons..."

"Fuck your God!"

(End of chapter)