American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 112 Reshaping
"Oh wow, you figured it out. You're really smart. How about I give you a reward?"

Baling clasped his hands on the old dean's face.

The old dean was so scared that he whimpered and peed, but he, the mastermind behind the scenes, didn't even have the ability to resist.

At the beginning, when the massacre was going on, Baling used a dagger to cut the old dean's tendons in his feet and hands, leaving him with no choice but to watch the death of the believers and wait for death to come in despair.

"Don't...don't do this, you can't! Michael! Michael, save me!"

"Hehehe, I'm a great man who will change the world. This is just a little bit of trouble. I won't be afraid. I'm going to kill you!"

"I want to make a move, I want...I want to eat Happy Fried Chicken, Mom, I want to eat fried chicken!"

The old director was talking nonsense, his psychological defenses destroyed by fear. As the director of a mental hospital, he studied the evil mastermind, but in the end he became nothing more than a crazy fool.

"Whether you are real or fake, die!"

Baling slowly increased the strength of his palms and fingers. The hard skull in front of him was not much harder than a piece of tofu, and soon five deep holes were drilled out.

Blood and brain matter flowed out of the hole. The old dean's crazy talk and dying struggle came to an abrupt end, and his head drooped weakly.

he died.

chop!
With a flash of the knife, a head with its eyes open was thrown away immediately, and high-pressure arterial blood spurted out obliquely, adding more blood to the blood-red wall.

Although he looked like a mortal and only knew some evil powers, Baling, adhering to the excellent idea of ​​cutting the grass at its roots and killing the villains first, still stomped on the old dean's head and blew it up.

This time, I can’t die any more.

A few minutes later, Baling arrived at the mysterious underground sacrificial site.

After searching for a while, Baling punched a dirt wall and found a hidden room. Inside was the church's activity funds, which were also the ill-gotten gains looted by the old dean after doing all the evil things.

Baling could only accept these properties with tears and use them to benefit the world in the future.

……

"Thank you. I'm leaving now."

"You're welcome. You're going to die."

After saying his final goodbye, Michael closed his eyes, kicked his legs, and his soul lay flat.

Michael's obsession dissipated and he no longer had the motivation to continue living.

Baling refined it almost instantly.

Michael no longer resisted and actively merged into Baling's body.

His abilities were also retained in Baling to the greatest extent.

The power of resurrection increased again, and the ability to flash gradually emerged.

When he stood in the shadow again, a different kind of familiarity arose. Baling could feel a different kind of novelty. He could see blurry cracks that mortals could not see.

The cracks connect different spaces, and those who are not afraid of death can use them to travel short distances.

Its role in the chase is truly classic.

Without this skill, you would be embarrassed to call yourself a cold-blooded and oppressive murderer.

By filling this gap, Baling can debut as a fully-fledged murderer whenever he feels like it.

Of course, that's just an assumption. He is still full of justice now.

Everything we do is to protect the human world.

After working hard for so long, Baling finally took an important step on the road to becoming a new person.

"Finally, I finally have a complete body!"

After devouring Michael, Baling's power of resurrection became much stronger, and the quantitative change reached a qualitative change. Within his straw body, a network of veins emerged with the heart as the center.

An endless stream of vitality flows through the pipes, and the whole body is filled with the power of resurrection.

Baling felt that he had reached the point where he could further stimulate his vitality, and that was exactly what he did.

Pulsating blood vessels, strong muscles, sensitive nerves, organs that each performed their functions... all the things his body lacked, from then on, his body, Baling, once again possessed the warmth of a human being. Inside and out, he looked like a normal person.

Being hurt will cause pain, bleeding, and will be affected by the external environment, and will be afraid of cold and heat.

As long as he doesn't overuse the powerful dark power, Baling can survive as an ordinary person, but his life span will be extremely long.

To be honest, Baling himself doesn't know how long his life span will be. At least as long as his soul is not weakened to the point of exhaustion, he will not be in danger of life span.

In front of a mirror, a young man with black hair and black eyes quietly admired his handsome face.

Looking at himself in the mirror narcissistically, Baling felt that he was even more handsome and pleasing to the eye than before.

It seemed as if the body was being reshaped, causing some of the original minor flaws to disappear.

It looks more coordinated and natural, and everything is closer to perfection.

"Hiss! The guy in the mirror is even more handsome than me. This is totally unfair."

"What? This is me. That's fine."

The more Baling looked, the more fascinated he became. It was as if there was some magical power that made his heart beat fast.

After a while, Baling came out of the bathroom.

Putting on a black windbreaker, he prepared to go out.

"Hiss! My God, you..."

The blonde girl Christine was playing with her cell phone on the sofa when she glanced over accidentally. The phone fell mercilessly on her head, but she stared at it blankly and took a deep breath.

"Something happened." Baling turned around and asked in confusion.

What I saw was Christine's flushed face and dazed look.

There was no response, Baling didn't care and just went out.

When you have money, the first thing you should do is buy a good house and a good car. Otherwise, you will always be staying at someone else's house, which is not very convenient.

Now he has more things to consider.

Along the way, Baling experienced what it was like to have a high rate of turning heads, as well as flashes of light from various angles.

Only then did he realize that being too handsome was also a kind of distress.

Helplessly, he could only put on Armani sunglasses to cover part of his face, and the noise gradually died down.

night.

After looking at houses for half a day, Baling still couldn't find a satisfactory one.

What he needed was a different kind of big house, a haunted and ominous house.

But the weird thing is, these houses are actually occupied.

Because it is cheap, some people still buy it even if there may be problems. It can only be said that being poor is the most terrifying thing.

However, Baling has plenty of time, so he can slowly observe and select, and he will always find something satisfactory. If that doesn't work, he can use his money.

But now, let’s go to sleep.

Good night, Makabaka.

……

"Everyone, please raise your hands and vote to choose the student you approve of."

Teacher Ellis was standing at the podium with several people's names written on the blackboard.

Emma Grossman, Balin Ojha, Rhett Pierce.

"First up is Emma Grossman. Those who support her for class president, please raise your hands."

A small number of people raised their hands. Apparently, Emma was still quite popular.

(End of this chapter)