[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-becoming-a-god-through-horror":3,"chapter-becoming-a-god-through-horror-becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-67":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Becoming a God Through Horror",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2273610,4441,"Chapter 67: Encountering Jamie, Returning to Dead Silence","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-67",67,"\u003Cp>On the highway, a red sedan sped forward, the man behind the wheel looking utterly worn out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His name was Jamie. Not long ago, he had a happy family—his wife was beautiful, his salary was decent, he owned a home in Miami, and they had recently begun trying for a baby, hoping to welcome a little angel. Everything was perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But all of it was destroyed on that day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That day, he had gone out to buy food; when he returned home, he found blood on the floor, followed by his wife’s voice, repeating endlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he followed the blood and the voice to the bedroom, he discovered his wife had been brutally murdered—her tongue ripped out whole, her face frozen in terror—and the detectives suspected him as the killer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he knew it all had to be connected to that ventriloquist doll and the legends from his hometown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jamie glanced at the back seat. A doll with a smiling face sat quietly there—it was Billy, the ventriloquist doll, and one of the figures from the legend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, he was returning home to bury his wife and investigate the truth behind it all, to clear his name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After crossing the overpass, his hometown, Ravensfall, was no longer far away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beep! Beep! Beep!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jamie looked in the rearview mirror and saw a car behind him, maintaining distance, honking repeatedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>???\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jamie froze, but an experienced driver would understand this signal—he felt the slight vibration and unevenness of the car’s body and immediately realized: he leaned out to check, and sure enough, his rear tire was flat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled over at the next intersection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The car behind also stopped. A family got out, and from their trunk poked a yellow dog’s head—they were clearly on a trip, even bringing a dog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For some reason, his eyes locked onto the boy at once—he felt an unmistakable presence about him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, buddy, need a hand? I’ve got a spare tire,” David asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, the car honking behind was David’s family; they were traveling to Texas and had noticed Jamie’s tire was uneven, so they signaled him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jamie snapped out of it and smiled politely, “Thanks, but I’ve got one—wait, what?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened the trunk and found his spare tire was gone. Shit, when did I use it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>David walked over and took a look. “Looks like you didn’t refill it in time, kid.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He fetched a spare from his own car. Jamie smiled sheepishly, took the tire, and began changing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he changed the tire, the two men smoked and chatted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re heading to Ravensfall?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, just passing through for a rest. It’s getting late, and we actually came here a few years ago—honestly, the town’s quiet, and back then they were holding a funeral.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m going there too. In fact, I’m from there. I’m returning to bury my wife.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jamie briefly recounted his story, earning David’s sympathetic gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis, who had quietly approached, suddenly spoke up, “What’s that in your back seat?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jamie paused, then explained, “A ventriloquist doll that appeared mysteriously in my house. Honestly, it might be… off. That’s why I’m going back—to investigate.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis studied the doll’s distinct features, then Jamie, whose wife had been brutally killed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He instantly recognized it: the Dead Silence plot had begun. He didn’t remember much about Dead Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he recalled that Mary Shao primarily targeted the male protagonist’s family, besides cursing the town.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that Jamie had returned, it meant Mary Shao, the old hag, had likely already wiped out most of the Anson family—and now she’d turned to Jamie. Soon, after some investigation, Jamie would die at her hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mary Shao… Mary Shao…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You old witch, you once tried to kill me. Now that I’m back, how could I not make things unpleasant for you?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cold gleam flashed in Louis’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a disciple of the Left Path, holding grudges was a time-honored tradition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After friendly conversation, Jamie only mentioned places of interest in town—he didn’t invite David’s family to his home. He couldn’t. His relationship with his family had always been terrible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the vehicles drove on again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They arrived at the town at dusk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The town sign read: “A Place of Quiet Living—Ravensfall.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>David’s family checked into the inn; Jamie went home. They parted ways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jamie’s home was an estate—he came from wealth, but…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The front door opened. A blonde woman stared at him, eyes wide with joy. “Jamie? You’re back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know about Lisa. Your father is willing to help you—organize a funeral for her. It’s true. He’s… different now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who are you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can call me Ella. I’m your stepmother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Understanding flickered in Jamie’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Third wife. Hmph. The old man didn’t even drive her away this time? Rare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, Ella led Jamie to his father, now paralyzed and seated in a wheelchair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their conversation turned sour, especially regarding Mary Shao—his father outright denied his claims.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jamie stormed out in rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would investigate this himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before leaving, he warned Ella: “He’s had a stroke now—he can’t hit anyone anymore. Maybe you can just outlive him. Don’t worry—I won’t claim this estate or any of his money. After all, he never let me come back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, at the inn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis first placed the statue, then tossed a chicken head over the roof. He paused, then hung several peachwood statues along the second-floor corridor—now, even if something happened, Mary Shao couldn’t touch David’s family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next, he entered Emma’s room. Emma was sneaking around, doing something secretive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Louis! Don’t you knock before entering?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop wasting time. Don’t go out tonight. Wear the talisman I gave you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emma frowned. “Something’s going to happen?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah. Killing a spirit I have a grudge against.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emma’s eyes lit up instantly—but she didn’t ask to come along. She simply said, “Alright, I understand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis nodded in satisfaction. Smart, obedient people weren’t annoying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why can’t we just leave? Staying here overnight is dangerous, isn’t it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh? It’s already dark. The only town nearby is this one. You want to sleep in the car?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, truthfully, Louis simply felt his power was now sufficient to kill Mary Shao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After fooling Emma, Louis went to Yulenc’s room. Dealing with Yulenc was easier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ever since she asked him once whether hell existed, and he replied he could send her there, she had fully believed in the supernatural and obeyed him without question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for David and Jenny, David listened well—especially after Louis mentioned a malevolent spirit. He said nothing more. In horror movies, he’d count as a top-ten-percent male lead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Louis left, David sighed—but what could he do? Maybe the children of gangsters were just like this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still… spirits and such…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>David’s gaze grew complex. He wasn’t blind—he’d noticed Louis’s abnormalities all these years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shit, should he worship God or the Kitchen God when he got back?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis, having settled everything, touched the coal lump in his pocket and stepped out of the inn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1172,"2026-06-19T23:34:28.869Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","c2c97bff3ca26066276f1e0770dd4705410f834273a6e6018c4d6f72a00c41b2","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-68","becoming-a-god-through-horror-chapter-66",253,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbecoming-a-god-through-horror-cover.jpg"]