Chapter 9

Time passed slowly in peace, and in the blink of an eye, it was a week.

Facts have proven that although this world may have various strange things and supernatural powers, the social order of the human body still occupies the mainstream; during this time, Louis did not see any evil.

During this period, because of the child's body, he couldn't do any investigation into his kidnapping, so Louis focused on magic, and had been working hard to practice the content in the book.

Because it was just a folk custom, it was actually quite simple to learn; he had already learned five of the six new folk methods, leaving only the ash-from-fire method.

Even for the borrowing lifespan technique, it highlights the word "fast"—it is simple and easy to understand!

Of course, it is also possible that the Civil Code thinks that Louis, the inheritor, doesn't need this spell, so it passed.

He is currently trying to buy a Stove God statue and then worship it to get some stove ash to complete the ash-from-fire method, but for a six-year-old child like him, this is relatively difficult, and he hasn't succeeded yet.

And his relationship with Emma has also changed within this week, which has to be said that Emma's father David is a good person; he seems to treat Louis as a nephew—new clothes, delicious food, pocket money, and often asking Louis what he wants to play; except for not telling Louis bedtime stories, his treatment is no different from Emma's.

However, this seems to have caused some subtle emotions in Emma; although she didn't show it, Louis still felt it; for this, Louis didn't care.

Because he knew Emma was such an antisocial personality, she would harbor hostility toward anyone who would affect her survival, but it wasn't enough to take action against him yet, not because of any feelings, just because the threat level wasn't enough.

Half a month later, David finally cleared the joints of the community committee and sent Louis to the school where Emma was.

The community committee belongs to a grassroots self-governing organization in America, and its power is very great; if you can't clear the relationship with the community committee, there will be no place for you in the entire community, you can't even buy a house, and they even have connections with nearby schools, etc., which is also the reason why Louis could be sent to school.

School.

Although it was just a public elementary school, its internal facilities and educational resources were actually quite good.

"Emma, is this your brother?"

"Oh, of course," Emma said with a perfect smile.

To this, Louis smiled kindly, didn't refute, and had no interest in playing with the little brats, sitting in his seat alone, studying the cotton-pulling art.

Although these folk methods were very rough, entry and mastery are always different; Louis was prepared to practice some useful techniques more to increase his safety.

The specific origin of this cotton-pulling art cannot be verified; it appeared on a large scale during the Ming and Qing dynasties, and children were often lost in the folk. And those who did this had many names: flower-beaters, human-teeth-dealers, tooth-women, etc.

And they were also people who often used this evil art.

The entry of cotton-pulling art is just preparing a snack, mixing some hallucinogenic foods such as mushrooms into it to lure children; it actually doesn't count as an art.

But it's different after mastery; food is just an auxiliary, and the point is the language with inducing effects, which will have evil efficacy, and even against some weak-willed adults, it is possible.

It is conceivable that there is a difference between entry and mastery.

Louis was bored, and made a deal with a black little fatty beside him at the cost of food.

It must be said that normal children are easy to deceive; the little fatty who was greedy for food easily agreed.

"Good, then let's start."

Louis patted him on the shoulder and revealed a kind smile.

Just when Louis was staying at Emma's house and playing happily with the little fatty at school.

Miami.

The old man who hadn't found his grandson for a long time sat on a chair, looking at his eldest son, the current gang successor.

"Max, you know, what is the main purpose of our Italian Mafia."

"Of course, I know, family; nothing is more important than family."

"Hmm," the old man nodded slowly. "So, continue to hang the third son up and beat him today, and also, go to town and invite someone; her name is Iris; it might be helpful for us to find little Louis."

Max frowned. "Dad, I heard that Iris is a medium, right? You believe this?"

"Cough, cough, Max, you have to believe that there are many incredible things in this world; you must be in awe, and be respectful when looking for people."

Max didn't refute; although he didn't believe it in his heart, since it was his father's words, he would obey.

Watching his son leave, Carl Cano closed his eyes and lay on the chair, not knowing what he was thinking.

For a long time, he rummaged through the wooden cabinet and found a severed finger with two joints and a sharp nail; looking at this severed finger, he was a bit hesitant.

In the 70s, a strange thing happened in Miami; a strange creature helped people hunt down enemies; even if it was thousands of miles away, it could fly over to find and kill them, but because the action was not secret and the bloodstains were obvious, it was finally exposed; the person was put into prison; no one believed his words, thinking he just imagined a monster because of loneliness.

Everything was his imagination.

But that strange creature really went to save him later, and was finally blown into pieces by a large number of firearms; later, the fragments were brought back by someone in their family and handed over to him.

Experiments found that this claw could absorb nutrients to grow and recover; to be on the safe side, it was sealed by him; so many years have passed, and he hasn't used it even when suffering from gang vendettas.

And now, he was hesitant about whether to use it.

"Mysterious power, is it a demon? Or an evil spirit?"

The old man muttered to himself and put the severed finger into the drawer.

Time passed quickly, and Christmas arrived.

This year's Christmas, Louis and Emma spent it with the family.

In the living room, the Christmas tree was wrapped in colored lights, the dining table was set with steaming roast turkey, a cake intertwined with white and purple, and rich dishes exuding fragrance.

David looked at Louis and Emma in new clothes and nodded with satisfaction.

It must be said that Louis's appearance was quite good; a pair of light blue crystal-like eyes seemed to be shining, a black small suit made his posture straight, combined with black hair like a quiet night and a three-dimensional face, forming a style of a mysterious little boy.

And Emma changed her usual black, white, and gray dress, changed into a red dress, bow hair ties dotted on her long hair, and a string of white pearl necklaces around her neck, like a little princess walking out of a fairy tale.

(End of this chapter)