American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 193 The Town, the Noise

The sound of water rushing down the rift valley can already be faintly heard.

Needless to say, if someone were to accidentally fall into the valley, they would inevitably be smashed to pieces.

But the more challenging it is, the more exciting and stimulating it becomes.

There are a few small earthen mounds right near the edge of the rift valley, which are perfect for use as platforms.

Wuhu!

Two cars, one red and one silver, took off almost simultaneously.

The tires spun in mid-air, the front of the motorcycle rose high, and the motorcycle drew an irregular parabola as it flew towards the opposite bank.

"Hahaha!"

"Jie Jie Jie!"

The laughter never stopped; how could anyone resist laughing in such a scene!
The Paradise Ice Motorcycle, like a flash of silver, is about to traverse this impossible distance in an instant.

Without his helmet on, Baling's flowing black hair shone brightly in the sunlight, and at that moment he seemed to surpass even the wind.

Then--

boom!boom!
The motorcycle crashed headfirst into the hard rock face at an astonishing speed, followed by a strong feeling of weightlessness.

The plane crashed in Baling; the motorcycle and the person fell straight down.

Before long, it sank into the turbulent river and drifted with the current.

As for Johnny, the other impact sound told him the result.

He failed too.

Johnny followed in Baling's footsteps.

Both of them failed the challenge.

……

I do not know how long it has been.

Baling did not use any supernatural power to escape the danger; she simply drifted...drifted.

Until it was violently thrown to the bank by the river.

Baling regained his spirits, and a burst of hot steam rose from his clothes, instantly drying his soaked clothes.

"Uu——!"

With a sharp whistle, Baling's silver-white motorcycle rode in on the waves, then automatically ignited in hellfire, giving the motorcycle a brand-new look.

Riding his beloved motorcycle, Baling slowly accelerated along the path.

We drove for a long time in Baling, from country roads back to wide highways.

A strange, large tree blocked his path.

Baling paid no attention and continued driving forward. How dare a mere rotten log try to hinder his progress?

Thanks to Gao Chao's driving skills, Baling directly crossed the log and continued driving forward.

Strangely, as Baling drove, he felt his car heading into an unfamiliar alternate dimension.

It is based on reality, but it does not completely overlap with reality.

"I ran into a blind man just by going out for a race. It's really... hilarious."

Baling smiled slightly, as if reminiscing about the pleasant times of beating up weaklings.

About five minutes later, several houses and a few living people appeared in front of them.

This should be a small rural town.

This was repeated several times; each time Baling passed through this small town.

As he passed by again, Baling parked his motorcycle on the side of the road and asked, "Bro, I'm a lost priest. My motorcycle won't go out. Do you know why?" "Father, are you a priest too?" A black sheriff looked him over with a strange gaze.

“It’s the real deal. If you have a prejudice against priests, you can treat me as just an ordinary rich man,” Baling said.

“Now that you’re in, don’t even think about leaving. This is a cursed place,” the black sheriff said solemnly.

"A curse? A curse that you can't escape. Really? I don't believe it." Baling's skepticism left the sheriff feeling helpless. This wasn't the first time he'd encountered this situation, but every time he explained things to outsiders, it was always a hassle.

“If you don’t believe me, then keep driving away.” The Black sheriff decided to come back and persuade him later.

But to everyone's surprise, Baling suddenly changed his tune: "Just kidding, I'm a priest. I already know about the evil here. Based on my experience in exorcising demons, I'm certain there are monsters here."

"You know that too?" The black sheriff, unsure whether Baling truly believed him or was just pretending, continued his nonsensical joke.

"Just tell me if you have it?"

"There really are. They seem cheerful and human-like, but they are monsters in human skin. They come every night to lure the unsuspecting out of their safe space, and then brutally kill their victims." The black sheriff described the monsters' horrors in detail.

Baling showed no fear on his face, only an indifferent expression, and it was unclear whether he had listened to anything.

He rode his motorcycle slowly through the town, the Black sheriff calling after him:
“Hey! Do you understand? I’m not joking. The monsters at night will kill people. You’d better stay in the house with me tonight. With the protection of the rune stone, as long as you behave yourself, you can still survive.”

Baling simply waved his hand, not even turning his head back:
"Hmph! Monster, if it dares to come, I'll make sure it never leaves!"

Night falls.

The monster that had been hiding in the dark cave during the day has quietly awakened.

A silver-white motorcycle sped through the town, so fast it seemed to have no friends.

It's hard to reason with a jerk like Baling, especially one as dangerous as him who carries a shotgun. The black sheriff had given up trying to persuade him.

And the monster of the night arrived as promised.

They were all dressed in modern clothes, with kind faces and smiles, and looked like a group of easy-going people.

The monsters were leisurely and unhurriedly surrounding Baling.

They move slowly, about the same speed as an average person walking.

At this moment, many eyes were secretly observing, and many young girls in the throes of spring even felt a faint regret for Baling's impending death.

Baling was not only a newcomer to the town, but he also roamed around the town on a motorcycle. Most importantly, Baling's outstanding appearance, coupled with his flamboyant style, left a deep impression on many townspeople.

"Stop going crazy, drop your weapons and run over here right now!" The black sheriff couldn't help but shout from inside the house where the runestone was placed.

Baling turned his back and waved his hand, indicating that there was no need to say anything more.

Then, he raised the shotgun.

The hellfire exploded instantly, igniting everything around him.

Ghost Rider, activate!
The hellfire bullets, enveloped in flames, easily pierced through the monsters' tough hides, and the bodies of those hit were engulfed in flames.

A cool night breeze blew, and it turned into dust and dissipated.

"You! You! You! You are guilty! You have committed a crime punishable by death!"

Baling, transformed into Ghost Rider, moves his skull mouth up and down, his voice deep and intimidating.

"He will be sentenced to death!"

The hellish motorcycle roared furiously, and Baling used his shotgun with unlimited firepower to nod and kill them one by one. Each shot took away several decaying lives.

Finally, he had a chance to rise above others, sweep away evil, and be himself again.

The blazing, bright fire marks stretched from the town center to the surrounding areas.

Wherever they went, monsters were reduced to ashes.

Even a mere spark from a flying object can set the monster ablaze and burn it to death.

The monsters' agonizing screams rose and fell, making the night utterly noisy.

(End of this chapter)