The second time I passed through the fatal corner, it was still the Chevrolet, and Jason was still stuffed in the trunk.

It is very stupid to take a prisoner to the enemy's base camp, but it is even more foolish to stay in your own base camp, because the more dangerous it is, the more it must be kept properly.

A lot of people don't understand this, and then they die!

Whether it is a novel or a film and television drama, there are not a few similar plots, catching the villain instead of killing him but locking him up, and finally being escaped by the villain, causing a catastrophe before he can regret it.

The boss who can be done with 100,000 words is stunned and catches and flees, escapes and catches again, and repeats and repeats that a million words come out of the water.

Wait a minute......

Russell nodded thoughtfully in his eyes, as if he understood something!

Ahem, this kind of bloody plot, Russell resolutely resisted, and he couldn't kill Jason for the time being, so he watched it under his nose. Even if there is an accident, it can be dealt with in time, so that the other party will be caught off guard by hiding in the dark after escaping.

Chevrolet was driving on a dirt road and soon came across two white sedans with their wheels punctured by wire and stopped motionless in the middle of the road.

Thinking of a few young people saying that they were going to the lake for camping, Russell couldn't help but sigh, why are there fewer living Americans.

With fewer families of three, at least two children per couple, and even more children from black and Mexican families, plus legal and illegal immigration, the country's population should have exploded long ago.

Why not?

Every time aliens attack the earth, they attack the US imperialism first, but the main reason is that they do!

In terms of death, Russell only served the American imperialist people, they were warriors and pioneers, and they all revealed a wild and simple sand sculpture atmosphere.

"It's the first time I've heard such an astonishing concept, are you serious?" After listening to Russell's analysis of the low natural growth rate of the US imperialist's population, Jennifer immediately had a black line in her head.

But don't say it, it seems that there is really some truth, what a creature like a human can do, even I can't think of myself.

……

Using the blade of the Sand Eagle Celestial God to cut the wire blocking the road, the two of them successfully arrived at their destination, the Crystal Lake!

The quiet lake is far away from the hustle and bustle, with blue sky, white clouds, green mountains and green waters, and the breeze blowing the slanting sun, which is a good place for outings.

Even though it's not the season for swimming, it's still nice to invite a few friends to get together, set up a barbecue, drink beer, and bask in the moon.

You don't have to worry about being single, and you don't have to be afraid of being slapped in the face with dog food, here is the US imperialism, if you show your wealth, you will be invited to fight a team battle!

Seven young men came to Crystal Lake with the above purpose in mind, dug open the grave of the murderer, and were named and chopped up one by one by Jason, who got up angry.

The bodies lay out in the camp, Russell picked up the camera on the ground, and the video ended with Jason standing up from his grave.

The camera with the night shooting function, the little brother has a lot of ideas, and it is a piece of material that can be made. It's a pity that he died before he got out of school, and a generation of action movie directors died early, and there were a lot of license plate numbers!

Flipping through the camera, Russell ignored the corpses all over the ground and went to the grave according to the record in the video.

The central grave was empty, where Jason had been buried, with no burial goods and only a wooden cross.

The grave is not the coordinate location of the magic circle, and Russell and Jennifer split up to find abandoned wooden houses around Crystal Lake. The dark circles of the low-shouldered band found the manuscript in the cabin, where the witch once lived, and it was most likely.

On both sides of the lake, there are special loops for visitors to walk, as well as wooden docks for boats, Russell chooses a small path to walk, and the wooden house must be in a hidden corner, otherwise after so many years, the manuscript would have been taken away long ago, and it would not have been possible to keep it until now.

The dark circles under his eyes didn't know what shit luck had, and it took Russell a while to find the cabin deep in the jungle.

In disrepair, the wooden house was damaged by wind and rain, and many places were covered with green plants, blending with the surrounding dense forest, and inadvertently swept by, thinking it was a dirt slope.

The wooden door could no longer be found, Russell saw footprints at the door, one large and one small, and the preliminary judgment was that the black circles and a certain girl had exchanged fire here.

The room was rotten furniture, the floor was almost muddy, and the slightest exertion was a footprint, and following the marks left by the dark circles under his eyes, Russell came to a room that was probably a storage room.

The room was small, with a little sunlight shining through the planks, and Russell found the altar, the altar where the witch cast a spell, and in the center of a circle of vessels, a withered dead man's head was placed.

Frinkled gray skin tightened, two rows of teeth bared out, hollow eye sockets stared straight at the door, and white hair was messy like weeds.

The witch's head, she's Jason's mother!

Russell's eyes flashed with solemnity, he had experienced a nameless female corpse, and he didn't dare to underestimate any witch. These people have incredible abilities, and death is not the end for them, but just a different way to survive.

Looking into the empty eyes of the human head, Russell sensed a vague warning, but other than that, there was no magic leaking nearby.

Russell circled around the altar, turned over the manuscripts, and put a few misplaced vessels back in place. As if the mechanism was triggered, the ground below the altar was fainted with a pale green magic array.

The target is confirmed, just destroy it.

Quack Quack Quack ————

The shriveled dead man's head and jaws throbbed, and there was a seeping cry of bones colliding, and the hollow eyes were once again aimed at Russell, this time with a stronger sense of warning.

Russell pouted, it had come to this point, how could he give up. He took out the sand eagle and shot the dead man's head, and then fired a series of shots, shattering all the utensils.

The magic circle still existed, but the light dimmed a little.

Russell raised his eyebrows, witches have, things.

Flames and thunder are the first choice to break the magic array, Russell can't summon thunder, and his fingers can't rub the flames, but he has a lighter. He took out a few bullets, sprinkled gunpowder on the altar, took off his coat, tore it into rags, and in the blink of an eye, the entire altar was set on fire.

The flames attached to the shattered human heads, and the weeded version of the withered white hair was the first to ignite, and as the fire grew, the fragments of the vessel began to shake violently.

In the dark, Russell suddenly sensed a touch of crisis and jumped to the side. The void above the altar erupted two red rays of light that shot straight at Russell's previous location, piercing through the walls behind him like lasers.

The incision is smooth and neat, and white smoke is emitting!

Suddenly, a low curse rang out in the room, and Russell looked around for the source of the sound, but could not discern its bearings.

The creaking sound of grinding teeth turned from light to heavy, cracks appeared in the walls of the wooden house, and debris fell with dust, and it was about to collapse.

This place should not stay for long, Russell turned and ran outside the house, the magic array on the ground flickered on and off, like a flashlight with a dead battery, and finally went out after two struggles.

"Jason !!"

Suddenly, Russell seemed to have auditory hallucinations, and a gray-haired old woman stood in the center of the altar, her gloomy head lowered, and she could not see the outline of her facial features, and could only hear her intermittent murmuring.

"Jason !!"

Russell turned and fired two more shots into the house, and as soon as he ran out of the cabin on his hind feet, the whole house collapsed into ruins. The flames could not reach the oxygen, and thick black smoke rose into the sky......

As the wooden house collapsed, the ground cracked like a spider's web, and a dark crater appeared, swallowing the wooden house whole. The big mouth closed, and there was even a chewing sound, similar to the clatter of biting flesh and bones.

Goosebumps rose in front of Russell, and there was no explanation for such phenomena in the manuscript, nor was there any memory of the witch in his mind.

Suddenly, the back of Russell's hand hurt, and the burning sensation was like a maggot embedded in the bones of the tarsal bone, and when he looked up, there was a complex magic symbol on the back of his hand, and the blood-colored text faintly revealed ominous.

Russell recognized this text as a curse often used by witches, casting a curse with resentment to bring bad luck and evil to the target.

Rustle!!

The sound of footsteps sounded in the dense forest, and Russell's eyes swept over like lightning, and when he saw the gun, the bullet directly bombarded the location of the source of the sound.

Hit the air, there's nothing there.

Russell took a deep breath, he was sure that he was not mistaken, there was someone there just now. The tall figure can recognize who the other party is even if it is just a glimpse, and the hockey mask is too eye-catching.

"Jason!?"

Aren't you locked in the trunk?

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【Street Diary】

Being busy with work is a good excuse, and it seems that a few more chapters can really become a god.