American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 66 Being a Human Being
It's back, it seems like everything is back.

I am still the same boy as before, without any change.

Time is just a test, the faith planted in our hearts remains unchanged.

The young man in front of me still has the same face as before.

"Ah! After going through so much trouble, I finally look like a human being."

A pair of lively straw eyes looked directly at himself in the mirror.

Baling was so moved that he pulled at his thin face skin, and accidentally, his face was broken, revealing the pale facial bones inside.

There is not a trace of flesh and blood attached, just a piece of skin.

But this step, which almost came out of nothing, cost Baling a lot of effort.

His body is essentially a scarecrow, and the straw body is his foundation. His power of resurrection ultimately restores the scarecrow.

Bones are a derivative of abilities and need to be maintained at all times, otherwise they will be like dead objects and cannot be manipulated flexibly.

The same is true of Baling's thin layer of skin.

Moreover, maintaining the epidermis requires a greater share of regenerative power, otherwise, it will easily become torn and corrupted.

After all, this was just a temporary development by Baling, an unexpected surprise, and extremely imperfect.

Because the body naturally has a strong rejection, it becomes extremely difficult to revive flesh and blood. If you want to completely suppress the rejection, the power of resurrection must be strengthened to a higher level.

At least it has to devour a large soul, and it must be a demon with strong recovery ability like Jason.

However, even if Jason himself stood in front of Baling again, it might not be enough.

After Baling brutally ripped his mask from Jason, he was practically transported back to his pre-liberation days, his soul even regressing to that of a young boy. If he tried to rise again and transform back into the hideous form of a murderer, who knew how long he'd have to writhe in hell.

Perhaps, Baling will never meet him again in this life.

"Yes, I'm still the same as before. Unfortunately, now on the other side of the ocean, no one will mistake me for Yan Zu or Yu Yan anymore."

Baling played with the smooth, golden hair on his head that looked like rice ears. He took a comb and carefully combed his hair into an adult style.

Some past memories can't help but emerge in my mind.

I still remember that in my previous life, when Baling was walking on the street, people would call him by the wrong name if he wasn't careful, which made him very distressed. Later, he simply tanned himself, thinking that this would make him more ordinary and avoid being mistaken for someone else.

Who would have thought that they still made a mistake and called him "Tianle".

Alas! The past cannot be recalled.

As he recalled the past, his hands kept moving, and Baling unconsciously combed his hair into a classic middle part.

I remember there was a period of time when the middle-parted hairstyle was popular.

All I need is a handsome suit to get back to the old days.

I glanced at the time on my phone and realized it was almost time to go home from school.

Baling opened his phone, edited a message and sent it to Maria, asking her to bring something back when she came back.

Six o'clock in the evening.

Maria returned to her empty home, carrying a shopping bag.

"Baling, I've bought what you want according to the size."

"I've never bought men's clothes before. I bought this at a store I passed by that called 'Men's Wardrobe'."

"Come to think of it, why do you suddenly want to buy clothes? What are you doing here?"

Maria asked curiously, handing over the shopping bag in her hand.

"This is also part of my great cause. You will know it later." In order to save energy, Baling changed back to his small form and reached out to take out his clothes.

HLA!

Oh my god, it really is Heilan Home, a man's wardrobe. "It's actually a brand from my hometown. Now I have to wear it." Baling walked out of the room, went to the bathroom, and began to transform.

Wear? What does that mean?
Maria suddenly thought of some explosive scenes.

A man wearing a tight-fitting jacket and a hood, dressed in suit trousers, was wandering around in the living room.

Or maybe Ultraman in a suit, smiling evilly at her.

Hiss! Weird!

The picture was so beautiful that goosebumps appeared all over the floor. Maria didn't dare to think about it any further for fear of hurting her eyes.

But when Baling comes out later, what words should Maria use to praise him against her conscience?

This is a question worth thinking about, and time is of the essence.

Maria was racking her brain, trying to figure out how to speak so that it would be sincere but not hurtful to her friend.

The door opened.

Baling came out.

Wearing a suit and tie, with a classic and timeless middle part, his straw-woven eyes are as soft as the wind, and his golden pupils are as bright as amber.

The exposed skin was a pale yellow with delicate skin lines, without the inhuman feeling that was easily visible before.

Surprisingly, it wasn't as bad as she imagined.

Because she was nervous, Maria looked up from her feet. When she looked into Baling's eyes, she saw his handsome face that was comparable to that of a screen star.

Maria then realized she was wrong.

This man is like the rice fields rolling in the autumn harvest, filled with the scent of sunshine and breeze.

At this moment, he was not as aggressive as he was in battle, but was purely natural and gentle, making people unable to help but relax and get close to him.

"Has anyone ever told you that you look like..." Maria was interrupted by Baling before she could finish her sentence.

He has tasted these words enough.

"No need to say, I am who I am, a firework of different colors."

Baling never cared about whether a man was handsome or not. What was important for a man was courage, not just appearance.

When you can blow the whole world apart with one punch, no one will fail to praise you for being handsome.

If so, send him to play the resurrection match with Jason.

"How is it? Not bad. I haven't been a human for so long, I'm a little uncomfortable."

Baling loosened his tie, which was a bit tight. It must be because he didn't control his body well when he pinched it just now, and habitually shaped it towards a stronger side.

He adjusted his body shape without leaving any trace, and after a few seconds, his body fit the clothes perfectly.

"That's surprising. You never told me you were so handsome, or, it seems, you never told me anything about your past."

At this moment, Maria discovered the blind spot she had been ignoring.

"I always thought you were born a scarecrow, but it turns out you are a person too."

"A proper amount of mystery can make a man more attractive."

"It's not fair. You know so much and I know so little."

Baling put on a pair of dark sunglasses to hide his inhuman eyes and smiled faintly:
"Don't be impatient. You will gradually understand some things in the future."

"Am I a super-rich man with a territory the size of a small town? Do I have to tell everyone about such a trivial matter?"

"From a young age, I was trained as the successor of a nation with a population of over one billion. I was given great expectations and was considered the flower of the nation. However, I kept this pride deep in my heart."

"Maria, you know me. I'm not the kind of person who's always ostentatious. Being low-key is my motto in life. I don't want my friends to feel pressured by my extraordinary family background."

(End of this chapter)