American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 144 Departure
"Don't go there, it's dangerous!" Judy pleaded, unable to bear seeing an innocent person lose their life there.

This black-haired man, who appeared out of nowhere, immediately chose the most dangerous spot. By the time Judy saw it, she had already recklessly stepped on the horned demon's hand.

The black-haired man gave a wicked smile, ignored the advice, and instead stomped his feet even harder.

"you?!"

The horned demon was furious. How dare this old-timer demon bully it like this!
There is a way to die.

Even though his soul was like a candle flickering in the wind, the horned demon could still easily take down some of his minions.

This is the confidence of a veteran devil.

It stared with a demonic eye that was no longer as bright, but was still intimidating.

The man's shoes were repeatedly crushing the back of the ram-horned demon's hand.

"I was afraid you weren't dead, so I came here specifically to see you off."

To prevent the prize from slipping away, Baling made sure to be on his way before his consciousness was transferred.

The horned demon's eyes widened like copper bells. Could that voice and that soul fluctuation be—the scarecrow!

Oh no! How could this happen?
Could tonight be the night of my death?

Recognizing the even more formidable Promax version of the scarecrow, it turned around and tried to jump back into the deep pit, but its hand, which was resting on the edge of the pit, was firmly pinned down.

I can't get it out no matter how hard I try!

Just as the horned demon was about to make the difficult decision to sever its arm and abandon this part of its soul, a cold white blade of light suddenly magnified before its eyes, filling its entire field of vision.

Its soul was pierced through its skull by a single blade, and the extreme pain drove it almost to madness.

With a raised arm, the horned demon was lifted into the air.

Pfft!

A hand, an ordinary hand, pierced straight through its heart.

A throbbing, deep blue heart suddenly appeared in the palm of my hand.

Then, the horned demon felt that terrifying devouring sensation once again.

Refined instantly!

Centered on Baling's body, a fierce suction force suddenly erupted, causing the ram-horned demon's face to contort in extreme pain as it tried to escape, but it was utterly unable to resist.

Finally, apart from the remains in the deep pit, all traces of the horned demon's existence on earth have been completely eliminated.

"It was...eaten?" "What a vicious creature!"

Witnessing the brutal death of their former boss, the evil spirits couldn't help but whisper among themselves, trembling with fear at the arrival of this terrifying newcomer.

The pupae stopped their dark crawling, and the evil spirits that had been beaten to the ground also tried their best to adjust their gaze.
They were all quietly waiting for the announcement; otherwise, if they accidentally angered such a powerful being, they would be forced down the path of no return to become horned demons.

With a thought, Baling sent a tattered scarecrow with bird wings flying out of the pit, followed closely by the remains of a demon.

"Hiss! It's Lao Da's corpse! What are you doing! You can't do this!" Despite the screams in his heart, the toy monkey remained calm on the surface, pretending not to see anything.

Baling glanced at the toy monkey, then tilted its head and lay down, no longer thinking about anything.

The power of resurrection was transferred to the scarecrow's body, the charred shell faded, new golden straw grew rapidly, and feathers visibly sprouted from the bare wings.

In a short while, the body was repaired.

With a flick of the finger, the bird and the human are separated.

"Caw! Caw!" The black crow, looking brand new, circled in the air, cawing excitedly.

Baling casually hung the scarecrow doll on his waist.

After doing all this, Baling turned to look at his collection room orchestra. Facing the many uneasy eyes, Baling gently blew a breath.

A cloud of dark red mist was carried by the breeze towards the fallen evil spirits.

"Croak! Don't kill me, don't kill me!" "Gurgle! I don't want to die." "I surrender, I'll ambush you..."

Thinking it was about to be crushed to death, the cowardly evil spirit begged for mercy as if it couldn't hold its pee.

But how could Baling do that!

In his mind, even a piece of toilet paper has its use, let alone the evil thing in front of him.

Even if it's not very useful, it's a good choice to keep it at home as a collectible. The dark red mist engulfed the collection room orchestra, but it brought not death, but... power.

This power is very similar to that bestowed upon the former leader of the day—the Scarecrow Gao.

No doubt about it, this feeling is exactly the same.

"Lord Lao, you're back."

"This power is strong and powerful, so strong and powerful!"

"Sorry, boss, I didn't recognize you just now."

A more powerful force than before surged into their bodies, and these evil spirits instantly became radiant, feeling as if they were invincible again.

"Kids, I'm back."

Baling opened his arms as if to embrace everyone, and strange howls and wails immediately rose and fell in the front yard.

At this point, a human being who remains conscious would seem out of place.

Yes, I'm talking about you—Judy.

Judy was on the verge of tears, unsure of what expression to make, so she simply stood there blankly.

Joining the revelry without permission isn't appropriate, but staying alone on the sidelines also seems out of place and awkward.

However, her troubles soon disappeared, because a new, bigger trouble was about to begin.

Baling: "Where is Xiao Ma?"

Alas!
The little horse neighed and trotted over, affectionately nuzzling Baling's knee with its head.

This little white pony is a bit short.

Baling smiled and stroked the horse's head, and a surge of dark power flowed directly into the horse's body.

Ugh! There's too much, I can't take it all!

The horse's body swelled rapidly, and a few seconds later, it transformed into a tall, snow-white horse. Just then, Baling cut off the power.

"Seeing that your fur is snow-white, like a precious pearl, from now on, you shall be named 'Pearl'."

Little Pony Pearl, unable to contain her excitement at receiving her new name, immediately started kicking.

After that, Baling nimbly mounted his horse, and his view and height suddenly made him feel superior.

Where is the knight?

Several humanoid armored figures immediately came forward, holding weapons whose broken ends had just been repaired, and stood guard on either side of Baling.

"The Collection Room Orchestra, line up."

The remaining members each found their own place.

After inspecting the area on his horse, Baling issued important instructions:
"The orchestra must be fully staffed; not a single person can be missing."

The evil spirits below immediately understood:
"Report: We're still short a guitarist."

"Look for it."

clap clap!

Two slaps jolted Bob awake from his nightmare, plunging him into a nightmare in reality.

"D-What did you do?"

"Sleep your ass off? Get up and play the guitar."

"Huh? I'm not good at it."

"If you're not skilled, you're worthless; if you're worthless, then... hehe!"

Bob succumbs to the evil spirit's tyranny and frantically picks up his guitar. Why is he always the unlucky one? He just wants to pick up girls, what's wrong with that?

What he didn't know was that this was the reason.

However, the orchestra still did not set off.

(End of this chapter)