People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Chapter 141 The Mysterious Chainsaw Man

Sally stood in front of the abandoned old house, seemingly reminiscing about something, while the sounds of another couple playfully teasing each other came from inside the house.

Suddenly, the sound of tree branches being stepped on came from behind.

Sally was startled and turned around abruptly.

Then, Suren pushed Franklin over.

She hurried over and said gratefully, "Suren, thank you so much. I was thinking of calling Jerry over to help later."

She knew very well her brother's weight, plus that bulky wheelchair.

Even with the help of planks, getting him off the car by himself would be no easy task.

She never expected that this seemingly aloof boy would take the initiative to do this.

"It's nothing, just a small favor."

"That's what Suren said."

Franklin, sitting in his wheelchair, opened his mouth. He looked at his sister's innocent smile; she had clearly misunderstood something.

This man who hitchhiked halfway through the journey is clearly suspicious.

But the other party didn't do anything outrageous, and was even willing to play with him despite his disability.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from the other side of the old house.

Jerry ran over excitedly.

But when he saw Sally chatting with Suren with a smile on her face, his expression immediately darkened.

He strode over to Sally, put his arm around her shoulder as if to assert his dominance, and gave Suren a somewhat unfriendly look.

Suren didn't take it to heart; that's just how young people are.

Besides, he's not some kind of womanizer who can't resist a woman.

The other party was willing to give him a ride, and he was just helping out a little.

Jerry suppressed his displeasure and said to Sally, "Honey, I just took a walk around the neighborhood."

"We found an old house over there. Maybe we can go there and see if we can buy some gasoline."

Sally glanced back at the frail Franklin, hesitating slightly. "This—is it really appropriate for Suren to take care of Franklin? Let's—"

"It's alright, I'll push Franklin along."

Jerry grabbed the wheelchair handle, interrupting her, "Let's go, let's go take a look. The sooner we find gasoline, the sooner we can get out of this hellhole."

Suren, standing to the side, said, "I'd like to go take a look too."

According to the rules of horror movies, and given the setting of this desolate old house, it's highly likely that these people are about to encounter some kind of accident.

Jerry glanced at Suren. Although he was reluctant, he couldn't refuse directly because his girlfriend was there, so he could only nod sullenly.

As it turned out, Jerry not only overestimated his own strength but also seriously underestimated Franklin's weight.

The dirt road leading to the old house was rugged and uneven.

As they traversed a slope strewn with loose rocks, Jerry's face turned red, and the veins on his neck bulged.

But the wheelchair didn't budge at all; no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't push it up.

"Jerry, push harder!"

Seeing this, Sally quickly moved over to help push the wheelchair.

However, even with their combined efforts, the two could only push the wheelchair to the middle of the slope.

Jerry's feet suddenly slipped on the loose soil, and his hands abruptly loosened.

"what!"

With a gasp, the wheelchair not only lost its balance and began to fall backward, but Sally also lost her footing and fell backward as well.

The two were about to tumble down the slope and could even be injured by the heavy wheelchair.

Just then, a hand suddenly appeared and supported Sally's back.

At the same time, the wheelchair, which had started to tilt backward, seemed to have hit a wall and was held in place by a hand on the slope, remaining completely still.

"Oh my god—thank you! You scared me to death—"

Still shaken, Sally gasped for breath and looked at Suren gratefully: "If I had fallen, this whole trip would have been ruined!"

She glanced at Franklin, who had also been caught safely, and felt even more grateful to Suren.

The naive girl had no idea how incredible it was that someone could catch her on such loose sand while simultaneously catching a wheelchair carrying a person weighing over 200 pounds with one hand.

Jerry, standing on the other side, could see it all clearly.

He stared wide-eyed, looking on incredulously as Suren caught the two of them so easily.

This guy—what the hell is he?!

"Safety first."

Suren released Sally and easily pushed Franklin up the slope.

The group walked through a patch of overgrown green grass.

They hadn't gone far when an old house came into view.

The house had patches on the exterior walls and all the windows were boarded up, making it look eerie even from a distance.

Jerry stepped forward and knocked on the door: "Hello?"

Seeing that no one was around, he reached out and tried to push the door, only to find that it wasn't locked.

After entering, there is a corridor, at the end of which is a room with walls painted blood red.

The mournful cries of animals could still be heard from inside the room.

Suren remained expressionless, while Jerry and Sally exchanged a fearful glance.

The kitchen is on the left, and a staircase leading to the second floor is on the right.

The walls were covered with skulls of various animals.

"Hello? Is anyone there?"

Jerry stood in the entryway and shouted, "Our car's out of gas! We need to buy some! Hello?"

The room was deathly silent; no one responded.

Gathering his courage, Jerry instinctively tried to walk towards the red room filled with bones.

Just then, a hand suddenly grabbed his shoulder from behind and pulled him back.

"What are you doing?!"

Jerry was startled by the sudden pull and turned to look at Suren.

"I think it's very impolite to break into someone else's house without their permission."

Su Lun released his grip, his tone indifferent.

Sally, supporting the wheelchair from behind, nodded in agreement: "Yes, Jerry. I have a strange feeling about this place. Should we leave first?"

"Why are there so many rules in this desolate place?!"

Seeing his girlfriend defending Suren again, Jerry felt a surge of anger: "Maybe the master is sleeping inside and didn't hear anything? I just went in to take a look, I didn't steal anything—"

Before he could finish speaking, he was suddenly kicked away by Suren.

"FUCK! You motherfucker—"

Jerry was kicked to the ground, clutching his waist, and was about to turn around and curse angrily.

But when he turned his head, he was stunned.

"Buzz"

Just where he had been standing, a chainsaw suddenly emerged from the kitchen.

The chainsaw was striking the spot where he had just been standing. If Suren hadn't kicked him away, he would have been cleaved in two from head to toe by that chainsaw!

Jerry slumped to the ground, staring blankly at the chainsaw in front of him.

He looked down the arm holding the chainsaw and saw a burly man wearing a dirty apron.

But what terrified Jerry the most was—

The man's face was covered by a stitched-on human skin mask!

"ah!!!"

FUCK!

Sally and Franklin were so terrified by the sight that their minds went blank.

"Quickly! Drag me out of this damn house!"

Franklin frantically spun his wheelchair, trying to push it out the door, sweating profusely with anxiety.

"Suren! Come help us!"

Sally gripped the wheelchair tightly, desperately dragging it backward, her legs too weak with fear to muster any strength.

No matter how much she cried and screamed, Suren, who was at the front, didn't even turn her head.