People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

He paused slightly, waited a few seconds, but did not sense any demonic scent.

These guys who make paranormal shows always like to jump around and create a commotion; they're probably trying to create some kind of entertainment effect, or they're just scaring themselves.

He ignored him and continued walking deeper into the area.

The basement space was small and odorless; on the contrary, you could feel a cool breeze flowing gently through it.

There was a tiger chair in the corner, which looked like the place where the original owner of the house used to imprison Miles.

After walking around, Suren found a spot where the ground had been dug out and simply covered with mud.

A chilling wind blew back into the basement from the cave entrance.

He stepped on the soil, and the soil collapsed, revealing a dark vertical shaft with a ladder for people to climb up and down close to the shaft wall.

A faint red light appeared in Suren's eyes. After confirming the height, he jumped down directly.

"Clatter".

Landing steadily on the ground, Suren stood up and observed the scene at the bottom of the cave.

This is not a dead end; at the end, it connects to an abandoned sewer leading outside.

As you reach the end, a stench assaults your senses.

Suren glanced down and frowned deeply.

A layer of oil floated on the surface of the water that reached above the soles of the boots, and the carcasses of rats, mostly eaten, were scattered haphazardly everywhere.

Thankfully, he was wearing tall boots.

If you were wearing ordinary shoes, stepping into this pile of black water filled with dead rats would mean letting the dirty water seep into your shoes and stick to your feet.

At that point, he'd want to cut off not only the shoes, but even the feet.

He endured the discomfort and waded through the puddles to move forward.

After walking for a while, Suren slowly stopped.

On the damp ground ahead, a human corpse lay silently.

The body was dressed in a dark blue work uniform and had a rubber mask on its face.

"You found it already?"

Suren examined the corpse.

He could not sense a trace of demonic energy from the corpse, nor even the slightest hint of human life.

It looked like... an ordinary corpse.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from the passage behind them, accompanied by shouts of surprise.

"Here it is! Finally found it! Clancy, point the camera at me!"

Peter came running over, panting.

He shoved Suren aside, rushed to the corpse, and began to give a long, detailed explanation to the camera.

When Peter shoved her, Suren did not stop him. Instead, she turned to the side and gave the stage to the host.

Suren stood quietly in the shadows, watching Peter, who was in a state of excitement.

Miles might just be asleep. These two people can be used to see if the presence of living people will stimulate Miles and wake him up.

Only then did he notice that there was another figure following behind the cameraman Clancy.

It's Andrei.

The person was wearing the same work clothes as the corpse and was holding a mask in their hand.

No wonder he said he needed to coordinate everything from inside the car; it turns out he planned to change into his disguise after they came in, then come and pretend to be a murderer for the sake of the show.

It seems that Peter and the other person screamed upstairs earlier because they were frightened by him.

When Andrei saw Suren, he wanted to come up and say hello, having witnessed Suren's behavior when he first entered the house.

She performed much better than Peter; she was calm and composed under pressure, bold yet meticulous—she was simply the ideal host in my mind.

But the next second, his face suddenly turned deathly pale, filled with terror, as if he had seen something horrible.

Suren turned around following his gaze.

On camera, Peter was still reciting the lines Andrei had written for him: "...This is the unkillable nightmare! Ladies and gentlemen, we are now only one step away from danger..."

Peter felt he was in excellent condition today; his thoughts were clear, his speech was articulate, and he could even add a few clever ideas of his own.

Perhaps inspired by this new young man, he felt that his career had been given a second spring!

Especially when his peripheral vision caught sight of Andrei not far away, the utterly horrified expression on the other man's face, his smugness reached its peak.

It seems that his delivery of lines was so strong that even the show's director was stunned by the atmosphere he created.

"So, when you hear heavy breathing in the darkness..."

Just as Peter was about to say his final words, he suddenly felt a strange sensation in his chest.

He hesitated and lowered his head, his gaze slowly moving downwards, only to see a blood-stained knife tip protruding from his chest.

The blood-red blade tip appeared unusually alluring under the flashlight beam.

Peter opened his mouth, but blood kept gushing up from his throat, silencing the words he was about to say.

He stiffly turned his neck and looked back little by little.

The corpse, which had been lying quietly, is now sitting up.

Beneath that rubber mask, two empty eye sockets pressed against the back of his head, silently watching him.

"Shit!!"

Andrei screamed, his mask fell to the ground, and he turned and ran as if he had seen a ghost.

"Damn it! Andrei, you fucking wait for me!"

Clancy was so startled that she almost dropped the camera she was holding.

He scrambled a couple of steps, then turned around and found Suren still standing there, motionless.

"Sulen! Run! Are you out of your mind?"

Clancy shouted, and seeing that Suren remained unmoved, he gritted his teeth, braced himself, rushed forward, and forcefully pulled Suren along.

But Suren's body seemed rooted to the ground, remaining completely still.

A chilling atmosphere permeated the sewers, and cold sweat beaded on Clancy's forehead.

He hesitated for a moment, then turned and fled in Andrei's direction.

Suren ignored the two who were running away and instead looked at Michael Miles with curiosity.

He clearly felt nothing; there was no trace of life in this body, nor any scent of demons.

Why was he able to wake up?

Could it be a curse from somewhere, like "Midnight Dad"?

Suren watched as Miles slowly pulled the knife out of the corpse.

Regardless, let's calm it down first.

Magic surged within him, and Suren's figure blurred into a blur as he lunged forward.

Faced with the attack, Miles swung his blade down, but Suren dodged it by sidestepping.

At the same time, he grabbed Miles' wrist with his other hand and chopped him in the crook of his arm.

"Click—"

The sound of bones cracking echoed through the sewers.

In just a few exchanges, Miles' limbs were broken by Suren.

The severe injury overwhelmed Miles' body, causing him to collapse into the sewage and fall into a coma.

Suren stepped forward and tore open the work clothes, carefully examining Miles' body to see if there were any runes or markings.

Got nothing.

To find out what was going on, Suren took a half step back. Behind him, thick fog swirled, and Triangle Head emerged from the fog, dragging a large sword.

Dissection is such a dirty job that it is most appropriate to leave it to Pyramid Head.

Just as the greatsword cleaved through Miles' skull, a sudden change occurred.

Seemingly sensing the threat of death, an extremely dense demonic aura surged forth from the severed head.

Miles' brain cracked open like a walnut, and a shapeless lump of flesh emerged from it, crawling out with tiny tentacles.

Suren's gaze sharpened as he stared at the mass of flesh and blood.

After the flesh and blood emerged, it began to twitch continuously, trying to expand outwards.

But a red glow appeared on its surface, which restrained the trend.

Upon closer inspection, the red light was composed of countless interwoven lines, forming a large net that tightly bound the flesh and blood.

He instantly realized that it was this seal that forcibly locked away all the demonic scents and fluctuations within its body.

This allowed the demon to evade the Angel Council's detection, parasitize ordinary people, and live a normal life.

Now, with the death of the host's physical body, the demon lurking within has sensed the danger.

The imprisoned flesh and blood began to tremble and challenge the seal.

Finally, with a crisp "crack," the red seal shattered and dissipated into a spot of light.

Without this restriction, a suffocating demonic power surged forth like a flood.