The pitch-black magic book, with cold tentacles, and an abstract drawing of the devil's smiling face on the cover, is a complex line of astrolabe and seven-pointed star in the center, embellished with magical symbols representing the six elements, and a human heart at the top.

This is a translated manuscript, what was originally unknown, Russell roughly flipped through it, the whole text is obscure and incomprehensible, a lot of space is used to describe the history of religion, myths, the origin of alchemy, and a small amount of space is the magical knowledge that needs to be deciphered.

Between the passages, there are also the writer's notes and insights, and the language used is a mixture of Greek and Arabic in addition to English, as well as three or five incomprehensible words.

【Ding! 】

[The host touches the Wachs manuscript and triggers the lottery session, is it now drawn?] 】

Wachs Manuscript ...... Who is Wochs?

Russell frowned, silently extracted, and soon the system prompted him to obtain an item card.

[Item Card: Manuscript of Warhes (Truth in the Eyes of a Maniac, or Wisdom of the Damned)]

Isn't this the last time you came into contact with a chainsaw and then drove it? The same routine comes twice, and the system you owe it......

Wait, it smells so good!

Russell was about to complain, when he suddenly realized that the 'Warphes Manuscript' from the item card could be taken out of the quest world!

This is great news, every magic book is tsundere, there is no comprehension of magic to a certain level, maybe you can read the words in the book, but rote memorization is not remembered, knowledge only stays in the mind for a short time, and it will be forgotten after the time limit.

Full of sincerity in the lottery, Russell did not immediately open the item card, but flipped through it again with the original.

He skipped the unreadable texts, and later had time to translate slowly, turning directly to the pages of religious history and mythological stories, looking for records about the devil.

Through this magic book, Nikolai learned how to sacrifice to the devil, an ordinary person who could not understand the profound magic hidden in the words. Russell was a novice and couldn't read it either, but he knew that this book was priceless and could be an irreplaceable help for him for a long time.

Closing the book, Russell placed it in the inside pocket of his clothes, the book was his most precious treasure at the moment, worth more than all the cards combined.

In the living room, Jennifer bit off the necks of five people, and left a beastly tearing mark, she dug out Nikolai's heart, and chewed it slowly and very ladylikely.

At the time of the sacrifice, it was Nikolai who pierced her heart with a sharp knife, a cycle of cause and effect, and retribution was unpleasant!

The low-shouldered band died before they became popular, and the only proof of their existence was five pairs of broken shoes on the ground.

This is also in line with the fate of trading with the devil, who only does business without capital, and regards the equivalent exchange as a loss. Don't be under the illusion of getting something from the devil for nothing, they have had more girls than you've ever seen, and you can't play with social experience.

The living room was miserable, Russell frowned and walked straight out the door. Jennifer grabbed Nikolai's clothes, wiped them around her mouth, and quickly followed Russell's footsteps.

……

Camp Crystal Lake!

The calm water is like a mirror, dead and silent, and the gentle breeze blows and sparkles. On the shore, tents lit by bonfires were blazing, and corpses were scattered around them.

In the woods, the young man who had tried to strike up a conversation with Jennifer was hiding behind a tree with his mouth covered, and he peeked at the camp where there was no living mouth, his eyes full of fear.

A group of seven people hiked to the Crystal Lake camp, found that the camp was empty, and dreamed of becoming a big director with a camera in hand, thinking that this was a godsend. Since no one is watching, wouldn't you shoot whatever you want, so you trick everyone into digging the grave of a serial murderer and put it into the footage as real-life material.

Among the six people, four were opposed, and two were in favor, and their opinions were not unanimous, and the future director walked away with two supporters. Before leaving, he also took shovels and axes from the camp, and then ......

The three never returned, replaced by a tall, hockey mask-wearing murderer.

100 people beheaded the boy - Jason!

Everyone was mercilessly slaughtered, except for the young man, who fished by the lake and narrowly escaped his life. He saw the murderous murder in the distance and crouched behind a tree and didn't dare to say anything until Jason left.

"The Chinese are right, it's too dangerous here, I have to get out of ......"

The young man squatted behind the tree for a long time, and after confirming that the murderer had gone away, he tiptoed to prepare to run. As soon as he turned around, he noticed that his vision had darkened and a wall appeared in front of him.

It's not a wall, it's a person, and he almost hits the other man in the chest.

The young man was surprised and delighted, and his fear continued to be confided in, but as soon as he looked up, the surprise instantly turned cold, and he stiffened in place and was stupid.

The tall figure wears a hockey mask, a tattered gray robe and trousers, and holds a rusty machete in his right hand.

“No……”

Flashes of cold light!

The young man's body stood in place, and the head of the big man rose into the sky and fell three meters away. A cut on the neck with a smooth face, gushing outward with blood.

Blood splattered on the hockey mask, Jason was unmoved, silently turned to look into the distance, was silent for a while, strode out, and disappeared into the woods.

……

Russell, meanwhile, was driving on his way back, and this time he found a real shortcut. It's still a dirt road, and there are signs at the intersection, so you won't go wrong again.

"Russell, didn't you say you wouldn't cut corners again?" Jennifer sat in the passenger seat and lifted the corner of her skirt upward, and Wen Fengsi said that it was her.

"I'll rush back to the map, it doesn't matter if I copy it once in a while......" Russell ignored the two long straight legs, and saw Jennifer eat people, so he crossed her off the list of deservible shots, fortunately, the photo had been entered into the file before, otherwise it would be a bit difficult.

"Well, I'm worried that if I run into something again, it will delay your time." Jennifer looked at Russell with affection, and there was a pool of spring water in her eyes, which was already Chiguoguo's teasing.

The face of the vixen is very tempting at the moment.

It's a pity that this face has been mosaic by Russell's brain!

"What ...... come across again?"

There are a lot of horror movies on the American imperialist road, and the deadly curves have been brushed, and then there are eyes across the mountain, chainsaw murderers, desperate rest stops, no survivors, and horror wax museums...... Thinking about it, Russell's mouth hooked up with a smile.

"That's not bad, just brush up my inventory!"

As he spoke, a hockey mask face with a large knife stepped out of front of the dirt road.

Russell: "......"

Nima, am I hallucinating again?

Jennifer looked back at the car, and complained weakly: "Familiar scene, I seem to have seen it somewhere, these murderers are too dead-eyed, don't you know that the success rate of sneak attacks is higher?" ”

After complaining, Jennifer pushed the car door, opened her mouth wide and roared, and hovered in mid-air and pounced on Jason.

It's just that the blade is a little bigger, the mask has been changed, and you want to abuse me again?

Jennifer was dismissive, her pupils turned silver, she was super fierce when she was full!

Brush!

Silver light flashed, the rusty machete dripped blood, and Jason kicked away the headless corpse in front of him, grabbed the head that had fallen in mid-air, and lifted it up with his long hair.

looked straight into Russell's eyes, as if to say......

Russell walked out of the car speechlessly and touched the sand eagle on his waist: "Familiar scene, I seem to have seen it somewhere!" ”

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【Street Diary】

After the last book hit the street, I decisively cut it and changed it to continue to hit the street, and after a month, the editor asked me, how did you cut it.