American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 120 Appearance
The combination of tradition and modernity has its own interpretation, regardless of which you believe in.

Baling wore a silver cross on her chest, and Nancy showed her work card.

Nancy's information can be easily found by checking.

As for Baling, ever since he made eye contact with Emma, ​​Emma has been curiously observing him.

He looked very familiar, extremely familiar. His appearance evoked an unshakeable sense of familiarity in Emma.

In particular, he claimed to be from Baling.

Isn't this the person she saw in her dream?

Was she dreaming again? Or was she hallucinating again?
Lost in thought, Emma stood there, speechless.

"Emma! Emma!"

Her father David's call brought her back to reality. Emma smiled sweetly and said that she was fine.

Then, she turned her gaze to Baling and asked in confusion, "I feel like I've seen you somewhere before?"

“Oh, kid. Many people have said that, maybe some big star has a bit of me in him.” Baling boasted without any restraint.

Yes, they look alike!
The more Baling looked at her, the more he resembled the person from her dreams, and Emma couldn't help but ask one more question:
"Is your father the governor?"

"No, I came from an orphanage."

"Feel sorry."

"It's nothing, it's all in the past."

So you weren't him after all.

Emma's disappointment was hard to hide, but looking at that face, she was still willing to listen to them say a few words.

"Daddy, I don't think they are bad people."

Since his daughter had said so, David had no choice but to let them in.

A few minutes later, Baling told Emma about the curse she was under and that she only had a few days left to live.

David naturally didn't believe such absurd claims, and Baling immediately pulled out the intelligence he had gathered.

The information on the series of suicides is recorded above, and by simply comparing them, it is easy to tell whether they are true or false.

David's face grew increasingly grim as he looked at the bloody intelligence report and searched online for any information he could find.

"Time is running out, Mr. David. You don't want your lovely daughter to die, do you?"

Baling saw that David was largely convinced, so he immediately put more pressure on him.

"Can Emma's safety be guaranteed?"

“We are professionals.”

David stared intently at Baling's confident expression, then glanced at Nancy a few seconds later before finally returning his gaze to Emma.

"Little sweet bear, would you like to give it a try?" David tried his best to force a smile.

“I think I need to give it a try; they seem trustworthy.” Emma readily agreed.

……

All the irrelevant people in the house had left—specifically referring to David, who was not a party to the incident.

Emma still felt that Baling looked familiar, much like someone she knew, but unfortunately this Baling was not the governor's son, had no money, and no background.

Out of curiosity, she asked the question she wanted to: "Do you like medals?"

"No, I regard money and fame as dirt." Baling circled the room, setting up a soundproofing spell.

So that's how it is. It seems you're not him after all.

In the dream, Baling schemed to suppress Emma in order to obtain the medal, but the current Baling is indifferent to fame and fortune, clearly not the same person.

"How are you going to save me?" Emma asked, concerned for her life. A mysterious smile played on Baling's lips, and Emma's heart skipped a beat; she had a bad feeling.

Bang!

Two thuds caught Emma's attention, only to see Baling throw out two short knives from who-knows-where.

"What do you mean?"

Emma stared at Baling in fear, not understanding why.

“You are all cursed, hehehe! In order to avoid harming others, I should have sent you on your way.” Baling’s face was merciless, but a strange smile appeared on his lips. “But I am kind-hearted, so I will let you commit suicide.”

Emma angrily pointed at Baling and shouted for her father. Meanwhile, Nancy had already picked up a dagger and pointed it at her own neck.

"You're insane!" Emma noticed Nancy's actions, but somehow, her hand had somehow found itself gripping the remaining dagger. "No, no, no..."

Bang!Bang!
Two punches later, both men fell to the ground.

But less than three seconds later, his closed eyelids lifted, and he stood up unsteadily.

Now, both of them are smiling, but at any moment their hands might tremble and they might cut themselves open, laughing as they walk the road to the underworld.

The blade was slowly pressed inward, a thin red line appeared, and blood seeped out.

However, the blade never completely cut through; an instinct was desperately resisting.

That's the will to survive!
The last vestiges of their consciousness that had not been invaded were now drawn into Baling's dream.

In the dream, the two ugly, skinless, big-headed monsters had been crushed. They had tried their best, but they were only wiped out in one move.

In reality, Emma and Nancy's suicide attempts are still at an impasse.

However, this situation will not last long. With the intervention of external forces, the Smiling Devil will have to pay a greater price if he wants to succeed.

Otherwise, it would lose two bodies after seven days.

Either continue committing suicide, trying to spread the curse to Baling, or leave and slink away in disgrace.

Of course, there is another compromise: abandon one person and choose to concentrate resources on conquering one person's mind, making a quick profit, and leaving.

As for parasitizing Baling, that's not within the scope of the Smiling Demon's consideration.

It began. Nancy's expression grew increasingly blank. She placed her hands on her stomach and made tearing motions outwards.

Baling had no idea what was happening; he could only vaguely sense that something was emerging.

On another side of the view, the blood-soaked smiling demon had already torn open a large mouth, its tall body forcibly bursting out and crawling towards Emma's body.

In its view, children are undoubtedly less aware of their own potential and are easier prey to deal with.

Stab it!

Emma's back suddenly burst open, and an identical blood-red demon crawled out. Upon contact with the other body, it fused together like putty.

An even larger smiling demon appeared.

It was at this point that its presence was no longer something only the cursed could see.

Baling enhanced his senses with the power of darkness, his eyes glowing red, and then a blurry figure appeared and disappeared.

Saw!
The Book of Ghost Stories, start!
After a drastic change in form, a golden, straw-shaped smiling demon appeared.

Having shattered several consciousnesses in his dream and then confronted them head-on in reality, and having become familiar with their curse mechanism, Baling has now gathered the basic requirements for transformation.

Although it doesn't have any unique abilities, its transformed body has already provided a different perspective for observation.

This time, Baling was able to observe the Smiling Demon's body in its entirety in reality.

The rest is left to the whiteboard with high values.

Baling's large hand reached out and grabbed the smiling demon's ankle. The latter was stunned, turned around, and stared with comical eyes.

(End of this chapter)