People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Chapter 148 Yes, I know

The next day.

After a night's rest, the group returned to the clown's dry well.

Compared to their panic last time, they are in much better spirits today.

On one hand, it was Bill's account of Suren's slash at the hotel that gave them a new understanding of Suren's strength.

On the other hand, the "Chud Ritual," which Mike had spent over twenty years researching, gave them the confidence to confront their fears.

"Sulen, what's the next step?"

Bill, as the leader of the small team, turned to Suren and asked.

"I'll take you down."

Suren picked up Bill and another man and jumped down into the well.

A moment later, he came up again.

After this back and forth, only Beverly remained on the table.

She stood by the well, smoothed the stray hairs from her forehead, looked at Suren, and said half-jokingly, "What? Aren't there any special treatments for ladies?"

"Of course."

Suren stepped forward and picked her up in a princess carry.

"Hurry up."

He whispered a reminder, then leaped into the dry well with her in his arms.

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The space at the bottom of the well wasn't very big to begin with, and it felt even more cramped after Suren put Beverly down.

However, since everyone felt that the clown issue would be resolved soon, they didn't feel too upset, and the atmosphere was actually much more relaxed than before.

"What do we do next?"

Everyone looked at Suren again.

Suren did not answer, but instead extended her hand.

A trapezoidal leather water bottle appeared out of thin air in his hand.

This was given to him by the black man, Mike, yesterday.

The kettle has different patterns engraved on its four sides, and its material and workmanship are clearly not products of this era.

"This is the container used for the Chude ritual."

"That's what Suren said."

"Everyone throws their keepsakes in, then we just light the fire."

Without hesitation, everyone threw the items that held their childhood memories into the kettle.

Paper boats, postcards, inhalers —

After everything was put in, Suren gestured to Bill to strike a match and throw it in.

"Bomb One"

Flames rose from the spout of the kettle, bringing a touch of warmth.

Several people gathered around the kettle, waiting patiently.

"Hey Mike, how long are you going to keep burning this frying pan?"

One of them, growing impatient, couldn't help but complain, "Why does this fire seem to be getting smaller?"

"Forehead----"

Mike said, "If no one had thrown the inhaler in, I think it would have burned out much faster."

Another person chimed in, disgruntled, "I just saw Ben throw in a stone—"

At this very moment.

The soil beneath their feet suddenly cracked open, leaving them with nowhere to stand.

"ah!!"

The feeling of weightlessness as they fell made them scream.

Suren had already sensed all of this when the soil cracked open.

Before he could even warn them, they had already fallen.

Below is a lake, with a huge rocky platform in the center.

Suren and his companions fell from the very center of the rocky platform.

If Bill and the others are allowed to continue their downward spiral, even if they survive, they will spend the rest of their lives bedridden.

Two ghostly hands suddenly reached out from behind him, grabbed them in mid-air, and threw them out, causing them to fall into the water.

Then another ghostly hand grabbed Beverly as she fell.

"Splash! Splash!"

Several splashes of water were heard in succession.

Suren landed steadily on the platform with Beverly.

"I always said that ladies should have special privileges."

Beverly stood on the platform, her legs feeling a little weak, and gave Suren a grateful smile.

The platform beneath their feet was an irregular circle.

At the edge of the platform stood a ring of huge, outward-leaning, sharp stone pillars.

The waters outside the platform were bottomless, and no living creatures were seen in them.

"Splash!"

Bill and the others swam awkwardly from the water to the platform, soaking wet and shivering from the cold.

"Cough cough—Oh God—"

Mike, the Black man, vomited dirty water while looking resentfully at Suren and Beverly, who were both completely dry.

"This is blatant discrimination!"

"Suren, that fall just now scared me too. I really need a princess carry that makes me feel safe."

Bill wiped the water off his face and scoffed, "Face reality. If you were as pretty as Beverly, maybe he'd consider giving you a hand."

The group exchanged a few jokes, which dispelled the shock of falling into the water.

But Bill soon realized something was wrong.

"What the hell is this place? Where's the clown?"

Just then, a beam of orange light suddenly shone down from above.

They looked up.

The hole where they had fallen had now been expanded into a tunnel with walls covered in bits of flesh and sharp teeth.

Three orbs of light, arranged in a triangular shape, slowly descended from the top of the tunnel.

Suren's expression remained calm.

These three spheres are the Death Ray, the true form of Pennywise.

This is an ancient existence from the universe, beyond the dimensions of human cognition.

These three spheres represent only a fraction of its power projected onto Earth.

As the death ray descended, one by one, red balloons silently emerged from underwater and slowly rose into the air.

They expanded continuously in mid-air, and finally exploded with a "bang" in unison, turning into clown heads floating in mid-air.

Then, the clown heads attracted, pulled, and merged with each other, eventually becoming one giant head.

It wore a pale white base makeup, and its mouth was split open, revealing sharp teeth inside and out.

Surprise!

The clown's voice echoed in the empty underground.

The sudden appearance of the clown made Bill, Mike, and the others, who were still resting, immediately stand up.

"Was the ceremony a success?!"

The clown's enormous head floated in mid-air, slowly approaching the platform.

It looked down at its prey and chuckled.

"A ritual? It was just a prank, you pathetic reptiles."

The clown rolled his eyes, one eye looking at Suren and the other at the black man, Mike.

"Mike, didn't you tell them what happened to the last person who performed this ceremony?"

The clown's smile turned incredibly cruel, and his voice came from all directions.

"Hehehehe—I killed them all, not even a bone fragment was left."

Upon hearing this, the others looked devastated.

Was the ceremony a hoax?

They had initially thought the "Chude Ritual" was their last hope for salvation.

For this reason, they endured their fear and personally tore open those long-buried pains.

But now, this only hope turns out to be a lie carefully crafted by a clown to make them laugh!

As panic and despair spread among them, a suffocating thought also arose: if the ritual was fake, then what about Suren, who proposed it—

Beverly turned her head sharply to look at Suren, who had remained silent.

She grabbed his hand, her voice trembling, and asked, "Suren—did you also know all along that this ritual was fake?"

The others also looked at Suren, their eyes filled with anger and a glimmer of hope.

Suren looked at them and slowly nodded.

"Yes I know.