American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 101 Accident
His head tilted, his eyes closed, and Baling's body softened. He lay down in Carrie's arms and didn't move again.

“Ba Ling——!”

Carrie cried out in agony.

But can crying bring back Baling's life?
Yes, absolutely.

Because Baling's body suddenly began to tremble violently all over, as if he was having an epileptic seizure.

Passersby watched in amazement as Baling revived his corpse, while some older beauties who loved zombie movies had already retreated! Retreat quickly! Retreat furiously!

"What happened! Oh my God, why did he move?!"

"He's flying so high, he must be dead. Is he going to turn into a zombie?"

"No, it must have been at a critical moment that his genes mutated and he became... Lollipop Man."

Everyone was talking about it, and all kinds of speculations emerged.

"Move aside, move aside. I'm a doctor, I have the most authority." An elderly doctor stepped out of the crowd, felt Baling's carotid artery, observed the rise and fall of his chest, and judged, "Based on my many years of medical experience, he's not dead yet, and he may still be saved. Look, he's moving vigorously."

Damn it! You're just talking nonsense. Can't we see it?

Passersby booed mercilessly.

Deng Deng Deng!
Everyone's heart suddenly skipped a beat; something strange happened!
Suddenly, Baling sat up, faced the crowd, and smiled: "Kids, I'm back."

"Wow!" "Quack!" "Ah!"

All kinds of strange screams came one after another, and the crowd of onlookers dispersed into a circle.

"Baling, you are not dead, I thought you had..." Carrie looked at Baling in surprise, and suppressed her emotional cry.

Because at this moment Baling's face was rosy, and apart from the dirty white straps and scratches on his hands, he did not look like a dying person at all.

"Perhaps it's the Lord who wants me to stay in this world. Perhaps it's your call that makes me reluctant to leave. Or perhaps it's the body I've preserved for so many years that's kept me alive."

Baling lowered his head and kissed the cross on his chest, then made the sign of the cross like a devout believer.

There are many religious people in this country, and many of them began to pray in various ways.

But there were also people who didn't believe it and still looked at Baling in shock, hoping that he could explain something.

After all, it's amazing.

"Have you ever seen a Kung Fu movie? This is the traditional Kung Fu technique of connecting, transforming and releasing. There's a lot of knowledge involved. I used a lot of force to dissipate the impact."

Baling stood up and waved to the people around him, signaling them to stop looking and go home.

A kung fu movie? Yeah, that makes sense.

A closer look reveals that Baling's face is indeed gentle, close to that of an Oriental.

It’s over.

Baling sent away the grateful mother and son, scolded the driver of the pickup truck severely, and took compensation.

……

After driving through several intersections, Baling arrived near Carrie's house.

Bang bang bang!
Suddenly, there was a sound of knocking on the car window.

The woman, a middle-aged woman with a sad face, stared straight at the two people in the car, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes shrinking, revealing anger.

It was obvious that she was very dissatisfied with the two people sitting in the car, especially Baling, towards whom she was full of resistance and vigilance.

Carrie instinctively wanted to lower her head and shrink to the other side, but she could feel that her mother Margaret had discovered her.

"Carrie."

Margaret looked directly at her daughter.

"...Mom." Carrie had no choice but to turn around and reveal an awkward and ugly smile.

Oh no, how could she have happened to run into her mother? Just as her mother didn't like Carrie to have contact with outsiders, Carrie also didn't like others to know about her mother who read the Bible until she went crazy.

But now that we have encountered it, we can only face it.

In the solitary confinement room, here comes Carrie.

"Baling, I'm going home first. Bye." Carrie hurriedly opened the door, dragged her mother, and ran towards home without looking back.

However, Margaret did not want to follow her daughter's wishes. She had something to say to Baling, or perhaps - a warning.

"I don't know who you are? But please leave my daughter and don't try to hurt her."

Margaret looked at Baling warily, as if trying to see through the evil desires in his heart with her eyes.

"The Lord says the first sin is the sin of adultery. I will never allow you to lead my daughter astray."

Margaret was mumbling something so-called from the Bible.

"The Lord says it's okay to be a little bitter. Auntie, please don't tamper with the Bible. Adaptation is not just fabrication. Don't add so much of your own interpretation, or you'll get sacked on the street at night."

Baling refuted Margaret's words and pointed out sharply what he thought was wrong.

"Pagan! I've read the Bible so many times, you know better than me!" Margaret seemed to have been touched on a sore spot, and her emotions suddenly became agitated. "Leave my daughter. I won't allow you to have any contact with her. I won't let you hurt Carrie."

"Mom!" Carrie wanted to pull her mother back home, but she couldn't.

"Calm down!" Baling suddenly stretched out his hand and placed it on Margaret's shoulder. At this moment, a glimmer of light flashed in Baling's eyes, a fleeting light.

Strangely, Margaret's emotions immediately calmed down. She stared at Baling blankly, her hands crossed and clenched into fists, with a look of pilgrim-like reverence on her face.

Light!
She seemed to see holy light.

Fragrant light butterflies flutter around noble people, symbolizing the sacred angel halo and the holy light of happiness and brightness.

Why is this happening?

Why did she see such a scene!
"Margaret, confused believer, your ignorance and stupidity have distorted Carrie's growth."

"I, Oga, will be the one to guide them back onto the right path."

"Fool! Why don't you wake up?"

Boom!
In a trance, the holy light condensed into a big hammer and smashed down on Margaret's head, giving her a wake-up call.

Buzz!
The endless sound of the bells kept echoing in her mind, and Margaret's years of worries and depression slowly dissipated under the shock of the bells.

At this moment, Margaret was in extreme tranquility, as if she had been bathed in a sacred baptism.

"Mom, Mom, what's wrong with you?" Carrie stood in front of her mother and shook her hands vigorously in front of Margaret's dull eyes.

"...Carrie." After a while, Margaret came back to her senses. She shed tears, not knowing whether they were of emotion or regret, and suddenly hugged Carrie tightly.

Carrie was very surprised, but she just responded to her mother more vigorously. After all, she also loved her mother.

After a long time, the two separated.

Margaret turned and looked at Baling, her face filled with respect, even awe. When her eyes passed over the gleaming silver cross, a warmth welled up in her heart.

Lord, is this your salvation for me?

Thank you for not giving up on me and my daughter.

At this moment, Margaret met Baling's kind gaze and felt that she was just a child, a lost lamb.

Amen.

(End of this chapter)