Chapter 159: Communicating with Gods, Trump Card, Hooked (The plot of this chapter is slightly heavy)

At Hailey's house.

Louis sat cross-legged, looking at the red wooden board in his hand with a melancholic gaze. He had encountered a powerful Indian High Priest, managed to coexist peacefully, and even obtained a benefit.

It was clearly a good thing, so why...

Looking at the chaotic text on it, Louis clutched his forehead in pain.

It was not any common international language; instead, it was more like a hodgepodge of pictographs and ideographic symbols mixed together.

He could roughly guess what was going on with the language inside.

Mayan script and Aztec language.

Among them, the Mayan script consisted of pictographs, which were actual written characters, while the Aztec language consisted of those ideographic symbols.

The problem lay right there. Although he had learned about American civilizations, it was only a rough understanding. How could he know all the languages? Even they themselves might not be sure!

So, the problem arose: a heritage related to gods was right before his eyes, yet he couldn't understand it. How was this any different from a beauty lying on the ground posing seductively while you suffered from kidney deficiency?

Damn it!

"Should I go find the red one?"

This thought had only just appeared before it was rejected by Louis. There was no other reason; that person was too dangerous.

Although it wasn't impossible for him to use the information about the W Company and the Florida Indian tribe to leverage the situation, it was still too dangerous. Moreover, he feared this was intentional.

From the new-style Barbie dolls and the decoration style in the doll shop, it could be seen that this was a wise old man who kept up with the times. Since he had let him leave and even made a deal, he shouldn't be doing such a stupid thing as using this item to increase his difficulties.

Therefore, he had brought out this thing mixed with Mayan and Aztec languages, likely for another purpose.

What exactly did he mean?

Louis pondered for a moment, then suddenly thought of how he had always addressed him: half-breed priest, priest...

Louis's eyes brightened, and he released his Yin Spirit power, touching the red wooden board.

The next moment.

The various symbols on it seemed to come alive, automatically jumping into his mind, bouncing around and beginning to combine with each other. At this moment, Louis felt as if he had eaten Yunnan mushrooms, falling into a brand-new world.

In Indian culture, harmony with nature is a discipline. Even their naming is deeply integrated with nature, such as Running Deer, Flying Eagle, Morning Sun, Wolf Heart, and so on.

Especially the priests, because they needed to communicate with gods, they needed to be even more integrated with nature. Therefore, the characters they created were largely abstract descriptions of these natural phenomena.

Coupled with the mysterious power of the priestly heritage, the two combined to become the current situation.

At this time, flames gradually appeared between Louis's brows. As the flame symbol solidified, the graphics in his mind began to turn into images, and the pictographs began to extend limbs. They started to interact and communicate with each other, and an abstract world gradually became vivid.

Louis's consciousness also gradually understood everything within it.

After a long while.

Louis opened his eyes, with lingering amazement in his gaze.

"I didn't expect that the Indian priests' method of communicating with gods would be so similar to the ancient Wu of China."

Preparation stage: burning incense, bathing, and other self-purification, preparing different offerings according to different gods.

Communication stage: ① Drinking a portion of beverages made from herbs or fungi, then communicating through dance, drumming, chanting, etc.

② In specific locations, by offering sacrifices, then using the language taught by the gods to pray, thereby connecting with the gods to communicate.

③ According to the attributes of different gods, interpreting different items, such as the fire god being observing the direction of the flames, or burning turtle shells to interpret the patterns of the cracks...

These were the three main ways to communicate with gods. Other methods were relatively niche, belonging to local unique communication methods, and did not have universality.

In fact, besides this, there was a final way, which was for the gods to take the initiative to communicate with you. But even though Louis considered himself to have a good relationship with his Godfather, he had never seen his Godfather take the initiative to contact him.

So for Louis, he could only try these three conventional methods.

"Let's give it a try. I don't know if this method is useful for my Godfather, this Chinese god."

Because the herbs were not fully collected here and there was no secret language, Louis chose to use the third method. He first found a pile of firewood, put it into the fireplace, lit it, and watched the flames burn.

There was no stove, but there was a fireplace here; perhaps it could be used?

As for rituals like burning incense and bathing, although Louis felt that given his relationship with his Godfather, it shouldn't be necessary, he still took a bath and changed his clothes to show respect.

Watching the flames burning in the fireplace, Louis slowed his breathing, calmed his spirit, and gradually entered a state of meditation, his gaze fixed on the flickering fire.

He strove to have his spirit make contact with the fire according to the methods within.

Gradually, Louis's eyes became dull; his eyes reflected the flickering flames, and his spirit rose, fell, and pulsed in rhythm with the fire's crackling, drifting, rising, and sinking.

In his mind, he saw it.

He saw a cluster of flames submerged within golden light.

The moment he saw it, Louis understood: that was the Kitchen God.

A sense of affinity emanated from it; Louis wanted to draw closer, but he discovered that while it seemed near, it was actually ten thousand miles away—utterly unreachable!

Louis could only engage in an extremely vague exchange with it.

Stuttering... the meaning was blurred... communication was difficult...

After a long while.

Louis felt a sharp pain in his brain and withdrew from this state of communicating with a god; his vision was slightly dizzy, and his head felt heavy and muddled.

Yet, Louis's expression was somewhat excited, because he had indeed made contact with his godfather—this was a major success!

However, it seemed his godfather was under some kind of restriction, making close contact difficult; he only vaguely expressed a meaning, seemingly telling him to set up an altar and recruit disciples as soon as possible.

As for the specific reason why, Louis did not know.

That level was too high; it was not something he could speculate about at his current stage.

Furthermore, this communication with the god was not without gains: his godfather gave him a permission, allowing him to contact him directly through a mark, no longer needing these cumbersome rituals as a medium.

Moreover, Louis also received the benefits of being a godson: one limited transmission of power.

Even this was only because of that restriction; otherwise, it would not have been just once.

"The power of a god—I wonder what level it is." Louis sighed slightly, while feeling a bit hesitant in his heart.

If it were any other renowned great god, Louis probably wouldn't have such feelings, but the Kitchen God...

After all, the status of a great god was a matter from before the Qin and Han dynasties.

Forget it, no matter what, it is still stronger than himself and definitely belongs to his most powerful trump card right now. With this trump card, he would no longer fear the Red High Priest as he did before; why be greedy?

After filling in the last piece of firewood, Louis got up and returned to his room to rest; he felt his head aching terribly.

Lying on the bed, he soon sank into a dream.

For the first time in a long while, he had a good sleep.

A few days later.

Haley, who was not at school again, came to the dining table, cutting her steak while holding the phone between her head and shoulder, talking to the person on the other end.

"Really, Uncle? You got Regina's autographed photo? That's amazing, Uncle, you're so cool! I like you so much!"

Louis, on the other end, twitched his mouth, watching Haley say these words full of youthful vitality with a blank face, especially that voice, which even carried a slight "clamping" tone.

This scene reminded Louis of those videos on the internet where people use cute loli voices, but behind them is a Qiao Biluo or a burly man picking his feet.

He instantly felt a bit nauseated in his stomach.

"... Uh-huh, we'll meet at the old place, okay? I'll have the money ready."

After hanging up the phone.

Haley glanced at Louis, her voice flat, "It's just acting, no need to be like that, right? Besides, isn't this what you taught me?"

"It's nothing, you acted really well."

"Alright, Jeff has already taken the bait, get ready to close the net."

A flash of violence crossed Haley's eyes; she had been acting as the prey these past few days, and her patience was almost exhausted. Fortunately, the other party, this unqualified hunter, didn't have much patience either.

"Good, I've already prepared the things on my end, we can start shortly."

Louis smiled.

Carrie, beside them, hadn't looked up from start to finish, just cutting her steak at a steady pace and putting it into her mouth.

Soon.

That afternoon.

Haley wore a red outfit, skipping along like Little Red Riding Hood toward a detached house, where a big bad wolf disguised as a human was waiting for her.

As for Louis and Carrie, they drove to a blind spot. In the backseat of the car sat a burly man with a thick beard, a round face, white socks, black-rimmed glasses, and a height of one meter eighty-five with a sturdy physique.

"Friend, is what you just said true?"

He asked cautiously, unable to believe it.

"Of course, someone will cooperate with you in a moment."

Louis looked at the house and answered casually. In fact, according to his own ideas, he would just rush in, grab him, and torture him for a confession; why go to such trouble? But since he was here to help, and Haley had paid the reward, he would let her have her way.

Just consider it a customized service she ordered.

At this moment.

Louis's phone rang.

"Let's go, we can go in now."

After walking inside.

They saw in the hall, tied to a large table, a naked man wearing only his underwear, currently looking at Haley with a face full of grievance.

Haley, wearing gloves on both hands, watched the syringe fill with the medicine, flicked the syringe to ensure the air was expelled, looking like a professional.

"Inside this is a drug that will temporarily make you lose your male capabilities and leave your body weak and limp. Don't worry, there are aftereffects; even after the drug wears off, it will cause irreversible damage to your kidneys and testicles."

"This belongs to the content not taught in chemistry class."

"He doesn't look like a good student; what's the use of telling him all this? Better to just give him a shot and let him experience it firsthand—that would be wonderful." Louis walked over and said in a teasing tone.

"You guys, who exactly are you? Why do you want to harm me?"

"Haley, please, really, it really wasn't me who did it, I only know Tang Na."

"Please, I, I put all the money in my wallet, the password for the card inside is... please let me go."

Jeff begged with a face full of terror.

Louis glanced at him; the fluctuations of his soul had already exposed everything—he was completely lying.

He looked at Haley, "Looks like you failed."

"Yeah, his mouth is very hard, but I've already found his box, and there are many photos hidden inside."

"Photos, huh? Where? Let me see."

Opening the box, Louis took a look at the so-called photos, and his eyebrows jumped instantly.

Looking at Jeff, who was still clamoring, Louis didn't waste words, placing the photos in front of Jeff, changing them one by one. Jeff's voice gradually grew smaller, but he still refused to admit he killed Tang Na, "She and I were just friends, really!"

"These photos are just me playing with performance art, art, this is art!"

"You really are a purebred pervert, aren't you?"

Haley couldn't take it anymore and jabbed the needle in directly.

"Ahhh!!!"

Accompanied by screams.

Louis looked at the round-faced, bearded man who was almost unable to hold back, "Now he's yours."

"Hehehe, little baby, I'll be very gentle."

The burly man giggled and gradually approached, his fingers moving restlessly.

Louis pulled Carrie, who was a bit curious, out, "Good children shouldn't watch."

Carrie frowned, "Louis, I'm not a child anymore."

"Uh-huh, you're right."

Carrie was furious, but didn't know what to say, so she could only sulk by herself.

The screams inside became louder as time passed, accompanied by a burst of laughter that made people feel inexplicably creeped out.

At this time, Haley also walked out at some point, causing Louis to be slightly surprised, "Why did you come out?"

Haley rolled her eyes at Louis, too lazy to answer.

When the screams gradually ceased, leaving only sobbing, Louis and Haley walked in. As for Carrie? Just watch the door.

The sight was quite unsightly.

Jeff was already hugging his chest, cowering in the corner in terror, sobbing continuously; a man now acting like a little woman.

The bearded man, however, looked comfortable, even tenderly touching Jeff's face, his eyes almost dripping with affection.

Hiss~

Louis shivered and hurriedly shooed the bearded man away.

Returning, he looked at Jeff and asked.

"Now, do you admit it?"

"No, I, I don't know, really, it really wasn't me." Jeff said in a slightly shrill voice.

His voice was full of pain and sincerity.

Unfortunately, people can lie, but his soul cannot.

"Stubborn." Louis said a term they didn't understand, then, "Alright, it seems it really wasn't you, then we are very sorry, this is compensation for you, see you next time."

Louis left a card.

Then he walked out with Haley.

Watching Louis and the other leave, Jeff's eyes were full of dullness; a moment later, he seemed to recover, gradually becoming ferocious.

He hopped with difficulty to the phone, and as expected, he didn't call the police, but dialed an unknown number.

"I, I want to kill two people, don't tell me it's impossible!"

"I've provided you with so many young girls, if you can't even fulfill such a small request, I'll call the police!"

The other side seemed to agree, and Jeff's mood finally calmed down slightly.

Then, he didn't stop and dialed a second number, "I've already gotten my hands on the news about the Shire Company, and I also got a copy of their diet pills, but I have conditions, I want the newspaper to help me..."

"Good, I'll mail the things to you, I just need you to help me find that bearded man!"

After making the two calls, Jeff took a glass jar out of the cabinet and began to laugh hysterically like a lunatic.

"Hahahaha!!"

"You're all going to die, you're all going to die, fuck!"

Tap.

Tap-tap.

Footsteps sounded.

Jeff's expression froze.

(End of chapter)