People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Chapter 125 Forest

Suren looked at the black sheriff standing outside the car.

Boyd's expression was complicated; he seemed to be trying to see through the young man's true nature.

"Who exactly are you?"

He finally spoke, asking, "That sword—and this Nicole you mentioned, where did you get them from?"

"I just want to find someone."

Suren didn't offer much explanation, but instead asked, "You didn't come all this way just to ask me this, did you?"

Boyd paused for a moment, then looked at the things at the back of the carriage. "You've seen what your friend left behind, haven't you? Tell me, what are you planning to do next?"

"Go into the forest, find that distant tree covered with glass bottles, and then wait until it gets dark before going in."

Suren was not surprised at all by their checking of the computer.

Those struggling in dire straits will not give up any hope.

"Are you crazy?!"

Even though he had already witnessed Suren's attack, Boyd still couldn't help but shout out.

"The forest at night is a completely different world from the daytime!"

He pressed his hands against the car window. "Those monsters have extremely keen senses at night, and the forest changes at night!"

"It's okay."

Suren said calmly, "They pose no threat to me."

He looked at Boyd's face, which was filled with shock and anger: "What, Sheriff, are you here to stop me?"

Boyd touched the holster at his waist, as if he was having some internal struggle.

After a long while, he suddenly released his grip, gritted his teeth, and said, "I'll take you!"

Suren was somewhat surprised: "You've been there?"

"Not only have I been there, I almost died there."

Boyd gave a wry smile, a hint of lingering fear flashing in his eyes. "Otherwise, how do you think I ran into you on the road?"

He leaned against the car door, lost in memories: "I've also seen the lighthouse mentioned on the computer, but back then, I was being chased by a large group of monsters, and a storm inexplicably started in the sky, so I couldn't tell which way to go at all."

With nowhere else to run, Sarah pushed me into a tree hole, which allowed me to escape.

Boyd's expression became complicated when Sarah's name was mentioned.

"Sarah killed a lot of people in town. She always said she could hear strange cues saying that only by killing those people could she save the rest of the town."

Boyd sighed.

"It was because she had this ability that I broke the rules I set for myself and saved her."

"Otherwise, according to the town's rules, whether you killed someone indirectly or unintentionally, you will be locked in a dark room."

"The dark room is a room without any runes; once night falls, death is certain."

"Then, he encountered the car driven by Suren."

Boyd straightened up and looked at Suren intently: "The paths in the forest are constantly changing, especially at night."

"Without someone familiar with the area to guide you, even if you have a map, you might not be able to find that tree."

"Since you're confident you can handle those monsters, count me in—even if not for myself, I'll find a way out and take my son with me."

Suren listened quietly to his rambling and nodded: "Okay. But let's get this straight."

He got out of the car and looked directly at Boyd: "If I get into trouble, I might not be able to take care of you."

"I served in the military and I can take care of myself."

"Boyd said in a deep voice."

"Okay, it's still morning. Would you like to go say goodbye to your son?"

"That's what Suren said."

Boyd's eyes dimmed, and he turned his head to look in the direction of the town, remaining silent for a long time.

"No, thank you."

He shook his head bitterly. "If this succeeds, I will naturally see him again. If it doesn't succeed—saying goodbye will only add to the sorrow."

Suren raised an eyebrow, surprised that the sheriff would make such a choice.

The two quickly packed up and were about to set off.

"dad!"

An anxious shout came from behind.

Boyd's son rushed up, panting, and grabbed him.

His son's eyes were filled with incomprehension and anger: "You're going out again? Are you crazy?!"

Ever since Boyd claimed he went into the tree hollow and saw all sorts of bizarre things, nobody in town believed him.

Even he believed that his father had been driven insane by the monsters in the forest.

Boyd looked at him without uttering another word in rebuttal.

He patted his son on the shoulder: "Ellis, stay in town. Make sure to check the doors and windows before dark and hang the runestone properly."

After saying that, he turned around and followed Suren toward the forest.

As time passed, the last rays of sunlight disappeared below the horizon, and darkness, like a curtain, shrouded the entire town and forest.

All the residents skillfully hid inside their houses.

The doors and windows were tightly shut, and the curtains were drawn tight. Everyone was checking the talismans in their homes, afraid of missing even the slightest detail.

In the forest, Boyd and Suren walked one after the other.

It's evening.

Boyd gripped the flashlight tightly, but dared not turn it on.

"Suren, why don't we rest in the tent for the night? I brought some rune stones, maybe we can look for them again at dawn?"

His throat was a little tight, and his voice was low.

"There's no need."

Suren kept walking. "Backing down now will only waste more time."

From the distance of the forest came the roars of various monsters.

But in this forest, not a single insect or bird call could be heard.

Dead silence is the dominant theme here.

Just then, figures began to appear in the darkness in the distance.

"They're here."

Boyd stopped in his tracks; his back was soaked with sweat.

How much further?

Suren threw down the map he was holding.

Boyd was right; the forest does indeed change constantly at night, rendering maps completely useless.

"If nothing unexpected happens, we'll encounter a few stones that have been stained red ahead."

"After passing that point, it's a little further ahead and you'll arrive."

Boyd recalled, pointing to the right front.

"it is good."

Suren nodded, completely ignoring the monsters that had surrounded them, and walked in the direction Boyd pointed.

As they moved forward, the number of people around them gradually increased.

They have both men and women, but none of them have children.

Everyone wore a harmonious smile and was dressed neatly and appropriately, calmly following Suren and his companion.

If you didn't know they were monsters, this scene would look more like a group of cultists secretly holding some kind of late-night parade in the forest.

Suren, seeing that his path ahead was blocked, coldly stared at the group of monsters.

They didn't pounce on us irrationally as we had imagined.

Instead, they slowly dispersed, forming a circle that surrounded the two people.

At that moment, a middle-aged man emerged from the monster.

Dressed in a proper medieval gown, with a gentle smile on its face, it politely extended a hand to Suren.

Good evening, sir.