America: The Cremator

Chapter 97 The Ghostly Realm, The Ghost Nun!

Hannah pursed her lips and answered truthfully.

"They say there's an old, contaminated Bible at the bottom of the well in this church."

"Let me down, and I'll use holy blood to perform a purification ritual on it."

"They also swore that there was absolutely no strange thing here."

Hannah's eyes lit up again as she said this: "And they promised that as long as I complete this job, in addition to the normal commission fee, they will give me an extra three thousand US dollars."

Three thousand US dollars.

For a mere three thousand US dollars, she almost lost her life in this dark and dreary place.

Suron's chest heaved violently: "Next time you have the chance, you must let me meet the head of your cathedral."

Hannah stuck out her tongue, not daring to argue.

Then, Surong's expression turned extremely serious: "Hannah, listen to me, it's extremely dangerous here."

"There is a terrifying and eerie creature here that is highly likely to be classified as Grade B, or even Grade A."

Hannah's eyes widened instantly when she heard the rating.

She had no direct understanding of the strange power of A-level beings.

But she still remembered how troublesome a newborn B-grade baby—Shoggoth—was.

If it were a fully-fledged B-level or even A-level anomaly, the situation would be far from optimistic.

This time, there was no bunker buster support from the US military.

Su Long used his spiritual vision to look around for a moment, confirming that he did not find any strange movements: "Now, forget about your three thousand dollars reward, we must find a way to get out of here first."

After saying that, he turned and walked toward the tactical backpack that Dania had placed on the ground.

He pulled out the supplies that had been prepared specifically for Hannah.

"Come here, put this on."

Sulong handed the backpack to Hannah, took out a spare gas mask, and quickly guided Hannah to put on the mask and adjust the breathing valve.

Next, he tied a rope with a metal buckle around Hannah's waist: "Fasten it tight, and hold onto the main rope when you go up."

With everything ready, Su Long led everyone back to where they had landed.

The thick climbing rope hung quietly in mid-air.

Su Long stepped forward, reached out and grasped the lower end of the rope, and attached the safety lock around his waist to the main rope.

To test the rope's load-bearing capacity, he pulled it downwards with force.

"Clatter".

A very faint sound rang out in the empty water prison.

Immediately afterwards, the entire climbing rope, several kilometers long, fell from above without any resistance.

The heavy rope crashed into the puddles, splashing up a black spray that resembled a dead, thin snake, limply coiled in front of Sulong's toes.

"Shit!"

Su Long looked down at the pile of limp climbing ropes at his feet and couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath.

He bent down and picked up the top end of the rope, finding the cut to be extremely smooth.

The nylon fibers and the inner steel wire core were instantly severed by some extremely sharp object, leaving not even a burr.

Su Long threw the broken rope into the murky water, turned to look at the three people behind him, and said with a grave expression, "It seems that we are in a very bad situation."

Elena took off the portable measuring device hanging around her neck, frowned as she looked at the various readings, and slowly said, "Gentlemen, if the data measurements are correct, we should now be entering some kind of eerie realm."

Su Long looked around: "What is this 'Ghost Domain'?"

"The Ghost Realm is a unique space created by the supernatural based on the Inner World. Within the Ghost Realm, the supernatural's abilities will be greatly enhanced, while other extraordinary powers will be severely weakened."

"Looking back now, the moment you felt something was wrong during our rappelling was probably when we entered the eerie realm."

Upon hearing this, Dania didn't waste any words. She quickly took off the aluminum alloy guitar case from her back, opened it, and picked up the exaggeratedly designed high-powered chainsaw.

She pulled the start rope sharply, and a deafening roar echoed through the dungeon as the alloy teeth on the saw blade began to spin at high speed.

Lucas stood to the side and slightly behind Dania, gripping the handguard of the Remington M870 with one hand and pulling it back forcefully.

With a "click," a red shotgun shell loaded with pure silver deer bullets was pushed into the chamber.

With a flick of his wrist, Sulong brought the "Sirius" hanging from his waist into his palm.

He took a half step to the left, just enough to completely shield the still-shaken Hannah behind him.

Elena stepped forward and stood beside Suron, raising the old brass lantern high.

The flame inside the lampshade suddenly rose higher, and the dim yellow halo expanded outward, barely covering the area where everyone was.

Just as the halo reached its limit, an extremely cold current of air suddenly appeared.

A cold wind swept across the murky water, creating tiny ripples, and even a thin layer of ice crystals formed on the black water.

The wind blew straight toward the wall covered with wooden shelves.

The old magazines and damp books on the wall began to shake violently, and the rustling sound of the paper rubbing together was amplified infinitely in the enclosed space.

Several magazines were blown open by the sudden cold wind, followed by other magazines.

Hundreds and thousands of pages began to flip rapidly at an extremely regular rhythm.

Su Long squinted, his gaze piercing through the dim light, locking onto the wall.

The opened pages were printed with all sorts of patterns: the red lips of a retro woman, the black tires of an old car, large blank pages, and yellowed margins.

As the page-turning speed increases, these originally unrelated patterns and color blocks begin to undergo a bizarre reorganization under the effect of visual persistence.

Large swaths of black lettering clustered together, forming the shadow of the robe.

The yellowed parts of the paper pieced together to form a large area of ​​pale skin.

The scattered red patches then coalesced into two scarlet spots.

The entire wall was transformed into a giant display screen composed of countless paper pixels.

The image flickers and shifts wildly, and the outline of an abstract human face vaguely emerges between the opening and closing of the pages.

More and more books were blown about by the strong wind, and the only sound in the entire underground water dungeon was the sickening rustling of paper.

The pixelated face gradually extends downwards, stretching out the shapes of shoulders, torso, and limbs.

The cold wind suddenly stopped, and all the pages of the book froze at the same moment.

On the wall, hundreds of different patterns, words and color blocks are perfectly pieced together to form the figure of a nun wearing an ancient black robe.

This visual image, forcibly stitched together from countless chaotic pieces of information, exudes an indescribable eeriness.

The next moment, the ghost nun's figure, which had only existed on the surface of the book pages, took a step forward without warning.

She walked directly out of the wall, her physical body completely overlapping with the eerie drawings on the wall.

Su Long's pupils contracted sharply.

He couldn't see it clearly at all, or rather, his visual nerves simply couldn't comprehend how this thing transformed from a two-dimensional plane into a three-dimensional entity.

This manner of arrival, which defied the laws of physics and the logic of space, left everyone present momentarily dazed.

Su Long bit his tongue hard, the sweet and metallic blood spreading in his mouth, the excruciating pain forcibly tearing through that strange barrier of cognition.

He saw the monster clearly.

She was at least 2.5 meters tall, and the old black nun's habit hung loosely on her body, the fabric covered with mold and dried bloodstains.

There was no skin on his face, only a layer of pale fascia tightly attached to his bones; there were no eyeballs in his eye sockets, only two burning scarlet lights.

What's most horrifying is her mouth; her upper and lower lips are tightly sewn together with rough hemp rope, the stitches extremely dense.

Black, viscous liquid seeped out from the gaps in the hemp rope, dripping onto the robe on his chest.

"Fire!"

With a fierce shout, Sulong raised his right arm, the barrel of the "Sirius" gun steadily pointing at the head of the ghost nun, and decisively pulled the trigger with his index finger.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The deafening gunshots rang out in a single line, and three pure silver Magnum bullets tore through the air, accurately striking the ghost nun's forehead and eyes.

The immense kinetic energy erupted instantly, shattering the upper half of the ghost nun's head, which turned into a large cloud of thick black mist that spewed outwards.

Before the gunshot had even faded, Lucas's attack followed immediately.

He roared and pulled the trigger, the 12-gauge silver buckshot spitting out a large ball of orange-red muzzle flash.

"Die, monster!"