People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Chapter 175 Silence Descends (3K)

Inside the restroom.

"A banshee?"

Suren raised an eyebrow, instantly covering several meters in a flash, grabbed Jennifer by the neck, and forcibly lifted her into the air, interrupting her scream.

Although he hadn't seen many female demons, the female demons in the game seemed to all be called that when they used their skills.

"How did you end up looking like this?"

Jennifer struggled desperately as her neck was being choked, her hands sprouting sharp, long nails as she frantically scratched at Suren's arms, but she couldn't even tear open his sleeves.

Seeing that she couldn't communicate, Suren delivered a solid punch to her abdomen.

"Be honest, tell me what happened?"

"Cough—vomit!"

Jennifer's body jolted, and she suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

Even the flesh and blood that had just been eaten and hadn't had time to be digested were almost vomited up by this punch.

Intense pain accompanied by a surge of humiliation welled up inside me.

Ever since she woke up in that grove and gained this special power, Jennifer felt that she was different from ordinary people and had become a predator high above.

She had never been beaten so badly before!

She raised her head, her small, cloudy pupils fixed on Suren. Just as she was about to use her charm, she suddenly felt a bright light before her eyes.

Suddenly, a long sword emitting a purple light appeared in the man's other hand.

Sensing the magic emanating from the knife and Suren's impatience, Jennifer's pupils dilated instantly before returning to normal.

"Now, answer my question."

Suren pressed the long sword against her chin. "How did you end up looking like this?"

Feeling the stinging pain in her chin, Jennifer swallowed hard: "Low-Shoulders Band."

"Low shoulders?"

Jennifer nodded and said, "I went to that bar with my friend Anita to see their show."

"Later, the bar caught fire, and they took advantage of the chaos to take me away."

"At first, I thought they were just lustful and wanted to rape me in the car."

Jennifer recalled that night with a calm expression: "I never imagined that they would just tie me to a rock and say that they would gain fame and fortune by sacrificing me to the devil."

Hearing this, Suren nodded slightly.

Considering the abnormal surge in popularity of the Low Shoulders band in recent days, the other side is probably just cannon fodder.

People behind the scenes use fame and fortune as bait to do these dirty jobs.

"I struggled desperately and begged them, but it was no use."

Jennifer said, "They stabbed me in the heart with their own hands, made sure I was dead, and then left."

"Then—when I woke up, my body had become like this."

Suren looked at her blood-stained face: "Since they've ruined you like this, and you've gained power, why don't you go and eat them to get revenge? Instead, you come to the school to kill these ordinary students?"

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Jennifer did not show any anger at being betrayed; instead, she revealed a morbid smile.

"Eat them? Why would you eat them?"

Jennifer raised her hand and touched her blood-stained cheek; her skin was smooth and firm.

"What's wrong with me being like this? I should even thank them!"

"You have no idea how this feels! Now I only need to eat a few people to stay beautiful forever! I don't need to control my diet anymore, I don't have to worry about my figure changing, and I'm not afraid of getting injured!"

Jennifer's face contorted with excitement, her whole body trembling: "I love myself so much!"

Suren shook his head as he looked at her frantic state.

Hopeless.

When he heard that Jennifer had been forced to sacrifice herself and turned into a monster, but still retained her human mind, he even planned to call Constantine over to see if he could save her with an exorcism ritual.

After all, this is just a simple demon possession, which will not have a significant impact on the host's life. At most, the body will be very weak, but it is better than losing one's life.

But now it seems that the other person's mentality has been completely twisted. She not only does not reject this cannibalistic life, but actually enjoys it.

Even if we actually save her, she'll probably still try every means to kill and seek out demons, all for this ageless body.

Keeping her alive will only lead to the deaths of more innocent people.

"It seems you're enjoying your current situation."

Suren remained calm, and slightly pushed the long blade in his hand inward.

Jennifer's morbid smile remained frozen on her face as she fell to the ground along with the corpse.

Two flames rose from beneath Jennifer and the boy's corpses, dragging them into darkness.

"Sulen—them?"

Patty looked at the flames on the ground.

She knew that Su Lun was cleaning up the scene, but seeing her classmate end up like this still made her feel a little sad.

"If we don't kill her, even more people will die."

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Suren shook his head, and the blade in his hand dissipated.

Suddenly, a loud air raid siren sounded outside.

The tiles on the bathroom wall began to peel off, revealing the flesh and blood underneath.

Auditorium hall.

The once bustling dance hall is now completely empty.

Broken wine glasses, lost high heels, and various decorations were scattered all over the floor.

Carrie stood amidst the chaos, looking around with worry on her face.

Suddenly, several flashlight beams shone on her in the darkness.

Several members of the Low Shoulders band surrounded them with ill intentions.

"Beautiful lady, are you waiting here for your male companion?"

Nicola swirled the wine glass in his hand, brazenly scrutinizing Carrie.

Did he abandon you and run away?

"Staying here at a time like this is dangerous. Why don't you come with us to the backstage lounge?"

The bassist whistled, glancing at Carrie's simple yet figure-flattering dress, his eyes...

A lewd glint flashed across his face.

"Yes. We're heroes. Come with us, and we'll guarantee your safety."

Faced with the group's blatant harassment and approach, a hint of panic flashed in Carrie's eyes.

She took two steps back, but behind her was the dining table and Alessa sitting in a chair.

"You—get out of here!"

Carrie gritted her teeth, her voice trembling with resistance.

"Oh, are you angry? I love this kind of temperamental wildcat."

Instead of backing down, Nikolai boldly reached out and tried to touch Carrie's face.

"Don't be afraid, we're not bad people—"

Carrie looked at the outstretched hand, her breathing becoming rapid.

Abuse in one's family of origin, bullying at school —

These painful memories, which she had managed to bury deep in her heart, surged back to her at this moment.

A violent surge of telekinetic energy emanated from her.

The trash on the ground and the overturned chairs all floated up under this invisible force.

However, in this dim environment, Nikolai and his companions, blinded by lust, were completely unaware of these changes.

Just as Carrie was about to lose control of the surging power within her and was about to crush the disgusting creatures in front of her into a bloody mist, a cold little hand suddenly grabbed her taut fingers.

Carrie was taken aback, her rapid breathing paused slightly, and she lowered her head.

Alessa sat in a chair, holding an ice cream in one hand and tightly gripping her other hand.

She could feel Carrie's body trembling slightly.

The humiliation of being bullied, the fear of being isolated, and the anger buried deep in my heart with nowhere to go—

It was exactly the same as when she was tied to a frame and burned on fire back then.

Being burned is a very painful thing.

Aresa didn't want the older sister who bought her snacks to suffer the same pain as her.

She slowly turned her head, her dark eyes like an abyss, looking at Nikolai and the others who were approaching.

The ice cream in my hand was melting, and the sweet juice slowly dripped down my fingers.

She was unhappy.

She was very angry.

"Ugh!!!"

A piercing air raid siren suddenly blared over the auditorium.

The originally dark auditorium seemed to have been dragged into some kind of terrifying hell.

The plaster on the surrounding walls peeled off as if scorched by flames, floating into the air to reveal the rusty wire mesh and bloody tissue below.

Despair spreads wildly outwards from Alessa's center.

It not only instantly engulfed the entire auditorium, but also dragged the students who had just escaped from the lawn outside into the world of Silent Hill!

Nikolai, who was reaching out to touch Carrie, was completely unaware of all this.

He only felt that the air around him had become much colder.

"call-

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A sudden gust of wind blew.

"Pfft—"

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Before Nikolai could react, he felt a lightness in his right arm.

He was stunned, staring at the arm that had suddenly disappeared.

The next second, blood gushed out!

"Aaaaaah!!! My hand!!!"

Nikolai clutched his severed arm, which was gushing blood, and let out a pig-like scream. He staggered back several steps and collapsed to the ground.

It was only then that he realized that all the band members around him had disappeared.

Only then did he realize the changes in his surroundings and what it was that had just severed his arm.

Ahead, a monster more than two meters tall stood silently guarding Carrie and Alessa.

The monster was naked and strong, wearing a leather skirt, but its head was topped with a rusty triangular helmet.

It dragged a giant blade backwards in its hand, blood dripping down its body.

"Help—Help! Monster! Don't come any closer!"

As Pyramid Head approached step by step, Nikolai was terrified, and a surge of heat instantly welled up in his crotch.

His legs went weak and he couldn't stand up at all. He could only desperately crawl backward on the ground with one hand.

At that moment, a pair of clean leather shoes appeared in front of him.

A glimmer of hope flashed in Nikolai's eyes, and he suddenly raised his head.

Using the dim light around him, he was able to see who it was.

The young man's black suit with dark red stripes was wrinkle-free and spotless.

In the darkness, his white hair stood out, and his eyes, which glowed slightly purple, were staring down at him.

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