American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 131 Big Dog
"Huh? You guys weren't dead after all? Then why were you yelling so loudly!"

"That's it."

"I was so worried about you guys, and you didn't say anything sooner."

What do you mean we're not dead? Are we so deserving of death?

Even though I know my sisters are concerned about me, it still feels strange.

Seeing the surprised looks on her sisters' faces, Cindy, the third daughter, led her younger sister April by the hand and explained:

"The strange bird that suddenly appeared in the house that day reappeared, injured my mother, and ignored us. After a while, we finally made our way out in the dark."

At this moment, the innocent youngest daughter, April, looked around but couldn't find the person she wanted to see. She asked in confusion:

"By the way, where's Mom? And where did the others go?"

"Lift your head, child. You have everything you need."

A cold wind blew against her neck, and April nervously shrank her neck, raised her head, and her mouth involuntarily opened wide.

Mom, the strange bird, new friend Rory, an unfamiliar old lady, an unfamiliar maid, and the Warrens whom I just met.

They all went up into the sky and were hanging from the ceiling.

"That's so cool. I want to play too, Mom, can I play with you?"

"April shut up."

The eldest daughter, Andrea, pulled April aside and quickly covered her mouth to stop her from talking nonsense.

"What exactly do you want? Let them go, they're innocent. If you have a problem, come at me."

Rowling stared wide-eyed.

"Hehehe! Them? Who are they?"

Baling drew a bone spear and pointed it at Basshiba. Rowling's gaze sharpened, and then Baling turned the spear towards Ed.

Rowling's heart leaped into her throat. Having been forced to witness hell during her psychic encounters, she knew all too well the cruelty of these demons.

"You are not allowed to touch him."

“Then let’s see who you are.” Baling turned his attention to Rowling.

"Quack! Don't mess with her!" Ed complained, and he complained a lot.

"Ed!"

"Lowling!"

"Enough! Do you think this is a movie? Don't give me that!" Baling manipulated the ropes, making the two of them spin rapidly in the air like a five-speed electric fan.

Baling only stopped when the two of them had vomited all over the ground.

"What exactly do you want?" Rowling asked weakly.

"It's simple. Since we're already here, we have to leave something behind."

If you walk by the river often, you're bound to get your shoes wet!
After doing many exorcisms, you'll eventually run into a tough opponent.

It seems today is the anniversary of their death.

"Everyone has one life. You, when you get home, bring me two high-quality items. If you can't find them, hehehe! You know what the consequences will be."

With a wave of his hand, Baling threw Ed off the rope, sending him tumbling onto the carpet and landing hard on his backside.

"As for you, go and cook me two dishes."

He snapped his fingers with his right hand, and Rowling fell to the ground.

"Don't try anything funny, your time is running out," the evil villain Baling threatened menacingly.

Ed dared not linger; to save his wife's life, he could only drive home immediately.

"What about us?" April seized the opportunity and, taking advantage of her older sister's inattention, immediately ran to the side and shouted.

"You guys? Tsk tsk, what should we do with you?"

The Baling bird's beak is wide open, as if it wants to eat a person.

...It was evening.

A modest dinner has been prepared.

Roger woke up from the ground, Caroline fell back down from the ceiling, and as for Basshiba, she was now hanging over the crooked tree in front of the dock.

At a typical dinner, Baling ate his food calmly and composedly. A remarkably intelligent crow perched on the back of his chair.

The rest of the people ate their meals absentmindedly, their eyes constantly glancing towards Baling.

Waiting, an agonizing wait.

Aside from the youngest, April, who was confused about the situation, she was quite happy that her new friend Rory was coming over for dinner.

Neither of the mothers looked well; one was worried that her daughter had encountered a ghost, and the other was worried that her son would be leaving with her after finishing his meal.

But silence is not the best way to solve the problem.

Rowling forced herself to eat two bites, but her restless mind prevented her from swallowing. After hesitating for a long time...

"Freedom is precious, but unrestrained indulgence will only bring you closer to hell."

"Therefore, I must live life to the fullest. If I don't enjoy it now, I'll suffer endlessly later."

"The human world is not a lawless place. Even demons can be sealed away. Stop killing."

"Hmm? Then tell Basshiba outside."

boom!
Ed finally returned before Rowling could continue spouting nonsensical ramblings.

He brought two things: a bracelet and a set of Japanese armor.

The bracelet is for mourners; it is said to allow people to contact their deceased relatives.

The Japanese armor is inhabited by the vengeful spirit of a murderer, capable of killing automatically, with a ferocity of ten to nine out of ten!
"We've found the items, can we release them now?"

Ed unloaded the heavy armor from the cart and pushed it to the door. He looked at Baling, hoping he would keep his promise.

"What? You're just trying to fob me off with this stuff!"

He's an orphan, where would he get any relatives?
Moreover, as a former warrior in his previous life, how could Baling possibly wear the armor of the Japanese devils?

Angry.

Baling was greatly displeased upon seeing these two items.

Hey!
The next second, the lights inside the room flickered.

Baling, who was sitting in the main seat, disappeared. When he reappeared, the head of the armor had been punched off by Baling.

Immediately afterwards, the straw tendrils that sprouted from the gaps burrowed into the armor, and a shrill howl suddenly rang out.

A crimson, translucent evil spirit gradually detached from the armor until it was completely absorbed into the body.

Moments later, the armor rapidly decayed, turning from a shiny finish to a rusty mess in just half a minute.

Kara Kara!
The armor seemed to lose its supporting force and collapsed with a crash.

Blah blah blah!

Taking advantage of the break, Ed pulled out a book with claw marks on the cover from his clothes and quickly flipped through it several times.

A thick fog suddenly appeared out of nowhere, its arrival strange and abrupt.

After enveloping the entire house, the fog continued to spread rapidly, and accompanying the fog was a ferocious ghost dog—Black Shak.

The mist swirled, and a huge black dog, its four paws stomping the ground, lunged forward.

Having just devoured the soul of a demon warrior, Baling's temporary body was fully replenished, almost reaching its maximum capacity.

Black Shak moved with the speed of the wind, his scarlet eyes like burning candlelight. As his massive figure lunged forward, he bared his sharp fangs, trying to bite Baling's neck.

Will it succeed?
Others don't know.

Baling has not yet merged with Yastan and has failed to transform into a small raven-type scarecrow, losing its agile aerial flight ability and appearing to be in a weakened state.

But Baling is more than capable of dealing with a dog, no matter the situation.

(End of this chapter)