I am a Scarecrow and the Demon Lord of Terror!
chapter-15

Just when everyone thought the video would end, the video continued.

Step by step, the scarecrow dragged the fat driver into the abandoned farm.

Then, in front of the audience, he cut off the driver's feet.

A pig-like wail instantly filled the empty abandoned farm.

With a strong desire to survive, the fat driver crawled forward in fear.

However, he met with a corpse in the darkness.

A shriveled corpse.

Fear caused the driver to lose his mind. He grabbed the corpse with all his might, as if he was grabbing a life-saving straw.

However, this force pulled the corpse down to him, causing it to fall off the haystack it was lying on.

With a soft thud, the body fell to the ground.

The shriveled face was turned toward the fat driver.

The one-eyed man, filled with fear and despair, and the driver were looking at each other in the dark farmhouse.

"Ah! Ah!!!!"

The driver once again let out a desperate howl. He wanted to escape, but his one arm and broken leg made it extremely difficult for him to even turn around.

Everyone in the audience began to tremble slightly.

Some timid viewers even wanted to turn off the video.

However, they were trembling so much that they could not even move the mouse.

Fear spread in people's hearts.

Then, the camera turned again.

The scarecrow hummed a relaxed and happy tune as he walked back to the car slowly.

This tune formed a strong contrast with the farm behind him, making the horrible atmosphere even more intense.

Everyone thought that the scarecrow was going to drive away.

However, the audience was once again in despair.

The scarecrow did not leave. Instead, it drove to the door of the farmhouse.

The people began to understand...

The monster wanted to use the car's headlights as a lighting tool!

Not only that, the scarecrow even turned the car's stereo on and played a song to entertain its audience.

With the headlights on, the audience could see the entire farmhouse clearly.

At the same time, the driver was also able to see clearly.

He could now see the body on the ground—the withered body, the terrified face, the broken ankle...

And the tiny bloody holes that riddled the body.

No one could imagine what happened to the body.

They only knew that the driver was probably going to experience the same process.

The scarecrow propped the phone against the car and faced it toward the driver.

Then, he slowly walked over.

This time, both the scarecrow and the driver were finally in front of the camera at the same time.

That seemed to send a signal to the audience in front of their screens.

Even though most of them had not studied cinematography, their vast experience from watching movies allowed everyone to vaguely guess what was coming next.

After a long period of single-person close-ups, they suddenly appeared in the same frame, which meant...

An interactive scene was coming up next—an intense interactive scene!

At that moment, Fatty the driver was already struggling and crawling toward the door.

The scarecrow did not disappoint the audience. He slowly approached Fatty's side and squatted next to him.

When Fatty saw the scarecrow approaching, he did not dare to move for a moment.

He seemed to have been frightened by this and calmed down a little instead. He was sorting out his words and thinking of a way to negotiate for his life.

The wailing that filled the abandoned farm suddenly stopped, causing the farm to go quiet for a moment.

Only the music that was playing on the car's stereo was left.

After thinking for a long time, he could not think of anything good to say. In a trembling voice, he could only say, "You... Can you let me go?"

The scarecrow gently closed its eyes and raised a straw finger to its mouth.

"Shh, don't speak yet."

The fat driver did not understand what the scarecrow meant, but he still did as he was told.

Or rather, he had no choice but to do it.

At this moment, he understood the situation.

Whether or not he could save his life depended on the scarecrow's thoughts.

The hearts of the audience grew more anxious at this moment.

They wanted to know if the driver would survive.

Or rather, they wanted to know what the scarecrow's intentions were and what he was going to say.

"Macbeth..."

"Wh-what?" The driver was slightly stunned. The intense pain made him wonder if he had misheard it.

"This is my favorite part," the scarecrow said with an intoxicated expression.

"Verdi's opera, the fourth act of Macbeth.

"The Mad King, the declining country, the people crying on the ruins...

"Wonderful!"

The scarecrow crossed his arms and could not help but tremble. It was as if he was in a state of excitement.

The fat driver, on the other hand, looked at the scarecrow in front of him with a pale face.

"Madman... You madman!"

He finally realized the reality of the situation.

The monster in front of him was a complete lunatic!

Negotiating with a lunatic?

Do not even think about it!

The fat driver frantically crawled toward the car.

The dirt road in the suburbs was covered with gravel, which tore open wound after wound on the driver's arm.

Although they knew it was impossible, the audience still subconsciously hoped that the driver could climb into the car and leave.

However, the scarecrow gently reached out and grabbed the driver's broken leg that was ankle-less and still bleeding profusely.

Originally, there was a huge gap between the two figures in terms of physical fitness.

In addition, the fat driver had already lost a lot of blood and did not have much physical strength left in him at all.

This time, he did not even have the strength to struggle.

A feeling of despair filled the fat man's heart.

It also spread to the hearts of the audience through the camera lens.

Then, everyone watched as the scarecrow pulled the fat driver back with a light tug.

The scarecrow then sat on the driver and spoke to the cell phone camera that was leaning on the car.

"Next, I'll give you a good show. Those who like it, please, give me a thumbs up!"

The scarecrow had a happy smile on his face as he grabbed the driver's hand.

His other hand slowly reached over, gently pinching the nail on the fat man's thumb.

The fat man seemed to have realized something. He started begging for mercy in a terrified voice, "No, please, don't do this. Please!"

The audience also realized what was going to happen.

[Wait, this lunatic can't be thinking of pulling out the driver's nail, right?]

[Oh my God, this is too scary.]

[I remember the face of this driver. I hitched a ride with him once!]

The commenter immediately took out his phone to call the taxi company.

He wanted to confirm if something had really happened to the driver.

Just as the phone started to ring, another heart-wrenching wail was heard coming from the video.

The commenter's body twisted around from under his stiff neck as he looked at the computer screen.

In the video, there was a fingernail covered in blood.

Along with the driver's heartbreaking screams.

The commenter froze in his spot, horrified. He looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief. There was a voice coming from the other end of the call, but he could not say a word.

"Hello? Hello? Hello?

"Can I help you? Hello?"

"Look at the YouTube video..."

"What?" The person on the other end of the line was slightly stunned.

"Look at the video on the YouTube homepage. It seems that something has happened to one of your drivers!"