American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 157 Forked Road
The moonlight is beautiful tonight.

The moonlight, like a silver veil, draped the shallows, and the clear Lake Eden shimmered.

"I love roasted chicken wings."

On the barbecue grill, Baling flips the skewered chicken wings while brushing them with a secret honey sauce.

Then make a cup of sweet hakimi.

Tonight's late-night snack reached a delightful point.

"Steve, Jenny, let your friend eat first, have one."

"Thank you." "Thank you."

The young couple, who had been dating for many years, were astonished after taking a bite of the roasted chicken wings.

This tastes even better than my mom's cooking.

Tonight, the four people who were camping together at Eden Lake got together for a late-night snack and chatted in a relaxed manner.

The few scoundrels they encountered during the day provided an opportunity for them to become friends.

Steve was very impressed by Baling's powerful and ruthless methods, which were like something out of a movie, with Baling taking on seven opponents single-handedly.

Baling waved his hand modestly, indicating that those were nothing, just basic operations, and that he could do them too.

“But, Steve, yours will require a little skill.”

"Skill? It's kung fu."

"Poke. These days, kung fu is nowhere near as effective as America's traditional martial arts."

"Traditional martial arts? We have that? Never heard of it."

Baling smiled humorously, made a gun gesture, and accompanied it with a "bang" sound effect. Steve immediately understood that it was this traditional martial art.

"Steve, when you're out and about, especially in secluded places, it's best to carry a gun for self-defense. Some people are just shameless; they won't learn until they're faced with a fatal mistake. You can't reason with them; you have to use physics. The latter is ten times more effective than the former."

Steve seemed to be deep in thought, having grasped a little of it, but not fully understanding it.

The group shared their food, chatting as they ate, and time slipped by unnoticed.

The moon rose higher and higher, and the night grew later and later.

It's time for everyone to go home and get some sleep again.

Just as Baling turned off the small desk lamp, she felt someone hug her neck.

Who is it? Trying to ambush me.

I will surely cut you down from your horse!
Smelling the familiar scent in his hair, Baling understood why.

We must do great things! We must do great things!

On such a beautiful night, it's definitely time to do something you love.

No need for further words, let's fight!

……

After achieving a decisive victory, the two whispered sweet nothings to each other.

Until Maria beside him fell into a deep sleep.

Baling's ears suddenly twitched, as if he had heard some noise, a familiar, whistling sound.

However, it was a bit far away, and the sound came from the direction of Steve.

Was he playing with a small umbrella, blowing it up like a balloon? This incident is recorded in the movie "Fight Back to School".

It's strange that America is into this too.

Baling chuckled to himself, surprised that Steve, with his thick eyebrows and big eyes, was actually quite adept at playing tricks.

Baling simply turned over, withdrew his extraordinary hearing, and closed his eyes for a deep sleep.

The first rays of sunlight in the morning pierced through the clouds.

Early risers are already enjoying the world, while lazybones are still lazing in bed.

"Fuck! You bunch of little bastards!"

Early in the morning, Steve's furious cursing could already reach my ears.

"What's wrong? Why are you so angry so early in the morning?" Baling followed the sound and saw Steve looking annoyed. He seemed very unhappy. It turned out that his tire had blown out and been deliberately deflated.

Fortunately, he had prepared a spare tire and tire-changing tools in the trunk.

"It must have been those bastards. They sneaked over last night and punctured my car with broken bottles." Steve immediately identified the perpetrators.

"That's really going too far. People who are kind are bullied, and good horses are ridden. Brother, you need to be tougher in the future and give that bastard a good beating."

Baling offered a word of comfort, then turned and walked in another direction, intending to take his breakfast from his Maybach.

As a result, he witnessed a scene that made him both furious and amused.

Steve's car had a flat tire, while Baling's car had all four tires blown out.

The car is unusable and needs to be repaired again.

I just wanted to relax, but this upsetting thing ruined my good mood as soon as I got up.

Baling's face darkened.

He remembered that there hadn't really been anything noteworthy about Lake Eden in the past.

However, in Baling's past life memories, there was a movie about a group of criminals.

Baling already understood what to do next.

After taking today's breakfast from the trunk, Baling returned to the camp.

Upon learning that Steve's food had become a gift from nature to the ants because he had forgotten to put it away, Baling generously shared his breakfast and lunch.

Because Baling's tires also blew out, and even more than Steve's, this shared experience brought the two closer together.

A common enemy always makes it easier for people to unite.

It was around 1 p.m.

Baling set off, hitching a ride in Steve's car, and headed towards another road in the park.

This was a special request from Baling, who said that taking this route would bring a pleasant surprise, and he guaranteed it.

On a fork in the road in the forest, Baling got out of the car and, to Steve and Jenny's astonishment, kicked a tree as thick as a bowl in half.

Then they moved the tree to the fork in the road and placed it on top of the trees on both sides to form a railing.

"Excuse me for asking, Baling, what are you planning to do?" Steve was still shaken and spoke more cautiously.

"Do you know where the guy who punctured my tire went?" Baling broke off a few thin branches, and the ruthless iron hand swept along the branches, snapping off the small twigs.

shhhhhh!
The sound of something cutting through the air rang out repeatedly as Baling tested the whip he had just made. It was a bit rough, but it would definitely be impressive in a moment.

"Quadriple paralysis, spending his entire life in the hospital?"

After witnessing Baling's terrifying physical abilities, Steve tried his best to guess the worst, but he was still thinking too shallowly.

"That's not the case."

"That's okay, I was scared to death."

"He's just dead."

suck--!
Immediately, gasps of shock were heard at the scene.

Steve and Jenny exchanged a glance, their hearts filled with surprise and unease.

Murder?!
Just kidding.

Jenny and Steve felt a chill run down their spines; if their opponent was Baling, they would be doomed.

Baling chuckled maliciously: "Hehehe! Are you scared? Your legs are about to go weak."

"The dead were three deformed cannibals, a group of beasts in human skin who caught and killed passersby to feed them."

Maria rolled her eyes at Baling, but seeing Jenny and the other girl's flustered state, she offered a gentle explanation.

It turned out that the dead were cannibals; they almost thought Baling was a cold-blooded killer who didn't blink an eye.

They had also heard about the cannibalistic incident, which had shocked the entire state, and that there were reportedly many victims.

They would believe it if Baling said that he had solved the cannibal problem.

Powerful, needless to say.

(End of this chapter)