Just a few minutes.

Dean flew back to the place where the car broke down, and stood firmly on the canopy of a plane tree more than ten meters high like a light gong master, looking down.

The original team of six was left with only the grumpy couple Evan and France.

These two young people clearly have a bold and innovative spirit, boldly using the forest as a quilt and moss as a bed to let the skin receive the primitive breath of nature.

"Come here, don't mother-in-law, boy."

"Shhhh Tap, little witch, do you want to treat it like a roast hot dog? If you hurt it, you'll be a widow for the rest of your life. ”

"Then I'll learn to abandon Jesse's scumbag boyfriend, just kick you soft, and replace it with a strong black boyfriend."

"Think beautifully! I'm going to clean up your little wives right now! ”

"Giggle..."

Dean listened critically for two minutes, his face suddenly frozen, and his gaze caught the odd movement.

Hundreds of meters to the right along the front cover of the car where the little couple is lying, in the leafy forest.

A vague figure was rapidly approaching them.

Dean's perverted eyesight clearly saw that the guy was wearing baggy, dusty, ripped denim overalls, covered in dirt as if it hadn't been washed in decades. He carried a hunting bow and an arrow on his back, and a rusty hatchet hanging from his waist.

He walked lightly across the dead trees, the uneven forest floor, and the moss, as if he were walking on the ground, and his hands were not as strong as a human.

As Dean stared at his face, his pupils narrowed.

The face was pitted and crawling with small bumps, the skin was extremely rough, the hooked and humped nose was surprisingly large, snorting and panting, and the two eyes were like ping-pong balls and peanuts, one large and one small asymmetry, the wet eyeballs seemed to create a nightmare every time they blinked, the lips turned out to reveal a mouthful of jagged buckteeth, and the mandible protruded forward to the point of outrageous, properly deformed.

Rao is Dean has seen many monsters, and he is also amazed by this extremely ugly appearance.

"You're trying to puncture my tires? Are you a genetically mutated freak, or a defective product of chaotic reproduction? ”

Dean let go of his senses, making sure that the omen did not point to the deformity, and that it did not present a high sense of crisis.

"Let me have fun with you."

Di quietly hid in the canopy of the tree and observed—the guy ran to a bush of boxwood not far from the road and crouched down, and looked at the couple with their big and small eyes as they finished whispering, their eyes flashing with excitement and greed.

……

Evan and Frances straightened each other's messy clothes, enjoyed a cigarette, and got into a car and turned the cabinet upside down.

"Honey, I've just had a tough fight and need some energy," Evan asked, "Do you know where to eat?" ”

"Jesse and the others took it." Frans in the blue station wagon rummaged through the driver's license and documents in the car of the crash driver, Chris, and found a thick medical dictionary, "That Chris may be a doctor, it just so happens that I have chest pain recently, and I will ask him to help me prescribe some prescriptions and painkillers later as compensation for the crash." ”

"What kind of medicine is prescribed, I'll help you rub it... Wait a minute! Evan suddenly turned his head to look at the woods behind him with a puzzled expression, "Did you hear any strange sounds?" ”

"Yes, your stomach is growling." Frances nonchalantly rummaged through the car's CD bag.

"Seriously, I heard the pheasant, maybe I could grab it and pluck it on the fire..."Evan threw away the cigarette butt and stepped on it, got out of the jeep and got into the forest on the right side of the road, looking left and right under his sunglasses.

The green woods covered the overhead, and dusk cast a terrifying shadow from the cracks in the trees, and the surrounding shrubs swayed their pale leaves, like dead people beckoning, full of ominous signs.

Evan shuddered, then smiled self-deprecatingly, stooped short, restrained his steps, and clasped his hands to his lips, mimicking the crowing of a pheasant.

"Goo... Goo..."

"Goo... Goo..."

An echo was heard not far ahead.

Evan's face was happy, he quickened his pace, and when he walked out less than twenty meters, he saw a ball of spherical leaf boxwood trembling slightly, and a long strip of colored tail feathers appeared between the leaves.

He raised his hands in front of his chest in claws, and was about to pounce, when he suddenly felt a little itchy in the back of his neck, and turned around suddenly.

Call... Suck...

Evan saw a tall man like a wall, standing behind his ass, looking at him with a terrifying face that was abstract like mud, eyes and nose that didn't interfere with each other, two sausage-like turned lips flowing a line of crystal saliva that slid down his chin and down his chest, soaking his dirt-soaked coat.

A strong smell of sweat and blood rushed into Evan's nostrils and into his mind.

In the extreme sourness and creepyness, he rolled his eyes in an instant, his mouth opened in an O-shape, and his throat began to tremble—

Ahh

The strange man's calloused and dead left hand pressed forward like lightning, holding down his mouth, nose and lower half of his face, holding his screams in his throat, and the great force lifted him backwards against a plane tree.

Evan kicked his dangling feet desperately, pulling at the big hand that was holding his mouth, but it didn't make any sense to hit an iron plate.

A sneaker fell to the ground as he struggled.

The strange man looked at his cheeks that were so frightened that his eyes were closed, he smiled and stretched out his tongue like a ball of meat and licked his lips, his hungry eyes swept his two ears, and his right hand took the rusty wood knife from the back of his waist and aimed it at his left ear, and chopped it off!

Poof!

A lump of things fell to the ground, and the strange man looked down impatiently, but he couldn't see the little ears he was expecting, only a fresh severed hand, and a familiar rusty wood knife in the palm of his hand.

The strange man's ugly face turned to his right hand—black blood gushed out from his bare wrist, and a strange red flame ignited between the black blood, as if he were holding a torch made of a severed hand.

The light of the fire shone down on his face, and between his upper and lower eyelids, patches of white frost froze his vision.

Ahhh

The strange man's facial features huddled together to reveal a living hell expression, and let out a high-pitched grotesque cry in the darkness, burning pain, and the tearing pain of the severed hand, let go of the left hand that was holding Evan's mouth, and fled to the other side in a hurry.

Evan broke free from his restraints, and as soon as his feet hit the ground, he fell to his knees on the soft humus, gasping violently, sweating and syruping out, and he hurriedly groped his cheeks to make sure which part had been cut off by the wood knife, but not a single part was missing.

When he looked up.

Click.

The head of the strange man who hadn't run far in front of him suddenly turned backwards one hundred and eighty degrees, and his face turned to his back, and his stiff face froze with a touch of horror and lost his life.

A pair of hands pushed down the corpse with its neck broken from behind, and a tall figure in a black trench coat stepped over the corpse, walking steadily and with a relaxed expression, as if walking in his own garden.

He took off his sunglasses, revealing an Asian face, "Man, are you alright?" Can you still get up? ”

Evan hadn't recovered from the hastily started and abruptly ended assault, his eyes bulging as he stared at Dean, his chest rising high, his lips spasming and unable to speak,

"Honey, what's wrong? Who was calling just now? Hearing the movement, Frans swayed her red hair and hurriedly ran off the road and rushed over to hug her boyfriend, her eyes swept over Dean in front of her and the corpse on the ground, and she was startled, "What happened, who is lying on the ground?" ”

"This is a pervert, he almost killed me just now, Francis, I almost didn't see you!" Evan buried his face in his girlfriend's arms like a wounded child, moaning and sobbing, snot and tears staining the woman's clothes, "Fortunately, this gentleman saved my life, help me up!" ”

Evan trembled like an electric shock and bowed to Dean forty-five degrees in thanks as he was supported by his girlfriend, and the woman observed the deformed face of the corpse on the ground up close, and her face was bloodless for an instant.

Is this a movie? Uglier than zombies!

"I warned you to be careful of the danger, but you didn't listen." Dean's gaze swept over the trembling couple leaning together, "If I'm too late, you'll all die!" ”

"I'm sorry, sir, I misunderstood your kindness before. But didn't you go looking for a trailer? Frans asked in fear,

"I drove a short distance and encountered a steel wire fence blocking the road, so I guessed that it was not a prank, and thought I would come back and take a look." Dean squatted down and took off the hunting bow and arrows on the back of the deformed man, and the forging master specialty, the forging methods and means of this weapon turned into pictures and swept through his mind, which was very crude compared to the bow tire made by Dean.

"How the hell did you do that? This guy lifted me up with one hand, with incredible strength," Evan looked at Dean in disbelief, "and you just killed him?" ”

"I have professional military training." Dean explained casually,

Evan exchanged a look with his girlfriend and nodded, "Do you know who this guy is and why he attacked me for no reason?" ”

"I guess it's some psychopathic butchers in the remote countryside who kill passers-by as prey." Dean's calm face gave the two of them a hint of courage back, "You're lucky, but what about your other friends, Jesse and Chris?" ”

"Oops, does this pervert have any other accomplices?"

Dean grimaced and nodded, "Based on my experience, this kind of imbecile-looking murderer is most likely a social creature. ”

"Jesse, they're in danger! Buddy... Can you..."

"My name is Dean."

"Mr. Dean, please help us rescue our companions, and we will repay you afterwards."

The voices of the two fell.

Dean got his wish and saw the hint of anticipation - you triggered the event "Freak in the Woods":

Due to a highway jam, you trigger an omen and rush to a deserted and dense forest "Bear Mountain Road", where you find a trap attack on passers-by, who are deformed and cruel deformants.

It's time to choose again.

Protect this group of lost travelers, find the base camp of the deformed children, and hunt them down,

Or reclaim these deviants and put them to work for you.

Event difficulty: Easy

Progress: (10/100)

Duration: 24 hours

Reward: 60 XP

……

Easy difficulty, Dean nodded, better than nothing.

However, the fight has reached LV3 (394/400), and it is almost time to upgrade in the process of resolving the event, and with the things reminded in the omens, this event will not be small.

……

"Where did your friends go?" Dean held the bow in his left hand and pulled the string with his right hand, and his shoulders, elbows, and hands were connected in a straight line like clouds, making a gesture of false shooting.

Evan and Frances couldn't help but blink, as if they were stinged by the edge, "In the forest on the left side of the road, it shouldn't have gone far." ”

"Follow well, don't fall behind, and don't run around, otherwise you will bear the consequences!" With a few words, Dean with a bow and arrow on his back trotted to the other end of the road, and at the same time quietly replaced the bow and arrow on his back with a hand-made bow and arrow in the space.

Then the "shadow" floats over the forest and navigates from a bird's-eye perspective.

"Slow down, man."

Evan gritted his teeth and picked up the firewood knife in the corpse's severed hand, and called his bewildered girlfriend to follow closely.

……

This forest is more vast and vibrant than you could have imagined.

Insects buzz and flutter their wings among the trees, and rats and poisonous snakes rustle and crawl underfoot.

The sunset that falls from the tall canopy of the trees will nourish the younger birches and horn trees... The last part is sprinkled on ferns, mosses, decaying twigs, and fallen leaves.

But between these vibrant scenes, a deadly crisis lurks.

Dean paused, raised his hand back and made a stop movement, panting and the little couple who followed behind nervously stopped, and then saw the man pick up a dead branch on the ground and throw it under a big tree not far ahead.

Wow –

A thick layer of leaves on the ground was lifted, and a slinge flew upwards into the air, and then the thick branches of a birch tree opposite it loosened like a spring, and the planks inlaid with thick iron nails swung through the air, stabbing the air beneath the stilt.

If someone is hanged, they will immediately be pierced into a hedgehog.

Frances tugged at her boyfriend's hand with a snow-white face, "God, what kind of devil's trap is this, go back to the car!" ”

"The car broke down, I can't even escape if I hide inside, I have to follow Dean, hurry!"

Then, the two witness a series of gruesome traps - logs that fall from the sky, deep pits filled with sharpened stakes, sharp wires that can easily slice their necks before they get wrapped around two large trees... But no matter what kind of vicious trap it is, it is expected in advance by the figure in front of it, and it is easy to destroy and circumvent it.

They followed Dean for half an hour, when the lush woods suddenly disappeared before them, and they approached a grassy glade.

There are hundreds of cars parked in the middle of nowhere.

The trunks of the cars have been opened, and the clothes and sundries have been turned out and thrown all over the ground, looking messy and depressing, and the bodies of these cars are stained with shocking red blood, and the croaking crows are jumping around among the bloodstains, as if they are foraging.

It's like a car graveyard that has just been slaughtered.

"So many cars, all dragged by those freaks?" Evan swallowed his spat at the thought of what had happened to him, "Everyone in the car has been arrested? ”

"Wait, look to the left! That's Jesse, all four are there, God forbid! Frans suddenly pointed to the back of a truck in the distance, where four familiar figures were cautiously crouching, "God, the freak is chasing after you!" ”

"Shut up and get down!" Dean scolded angrily, and Frances was instantly covered by her boyfriend.

The path next to the car cemetery.

Three unkemptly deformed freaks with shotguns, bows and arrows, and axes on their backs leave a tattered yellow trailer, and one of them, a skinny and nimble freak, can't wait to run towards the car graveyard.

He wore only a pair of bib pants showing his bare arms and chest, with a half-bald sparse hair, his two arms between his ribs when he ran, and his lower arms fanning up and down like duck flippers, he danced in circles as he ran, singing in a hoarse and harsh voice, as if he was silent in his own happy world.

With that face, it looks grotesque and terrifying.

But their approach creates a deadly crisis for the four Jesses hiding in the car graveyard.

"Hey! Hey! I'm here! In order to attract the attention of his companions, Chris, wearing a shirt, boldly slipped out from behind a dilapidated car, exposed his body, and ran wildly towards the forest in the distance, opening his hands in defiance.

The freak in the red shirt removed the shotgun from his back and held it in his hand, aiming it at Chris, who was fleeing for his life.

The other two wielded axes and knives and chased after each other.

"Dean, please, save him!" Frans looked pleadingly at the man beside her, but saw that he had taken a few steps to the side at some point, drew his bow and arrows, the bowstring pressed against his face, and the arrows were aimed at the freak with the spear.

Lv4 is activated.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, his posture is relaxed, consistent, and smooth, as if he has been tempered by hundreds of thousands of archery, and has reached the point of naturalness.

Frans and Evan had a terrifying instinct in their hearts that there was nowhere to hide from this arrow!

Whoosh –

The bowstring vibrates!

The arrow feathers brushed the corners of Dean's mouth, teleporting away.

The arrow slashed a blinding silver light.

The red-shirted freak who held down the shotgun burst out of a bloody hole in his elbow, and released an empty gun with a "bang" in the midst of a cry of pain, and the shotgun came out of his hand. In the distance, Chris was frightened and fell into a clump of raspberries with his head in his arms.

Far from being exhausted, the arrow continued to fly, and after a slight turn, it pierced the back of the second gray-shirted axe-wielding freak and punctured a section of his colon, clutching his stomach and falling to the ground.

The arrow pierced through his front waist, and the aftermath flew towards the Jeans Freak who was running at the front, piercing through its knee socket, shattering the knee joint, and then stabbing into the grass with all its strength, and the freak fell to its knees on the ground.

Ahhh

An arrow, all three deformed people were wounded, and they couldn't help but stop chasing Chris, and their eyes turned to the bushes where the arrows were flying.

Instantly spotting the sneak attack, Dean re-loaded his bow and arrows, poked into the big trench coat with his right hand, grabbed a silver hand axe, raised his leg and stepped out of the bushes, and walked towards the nearest red-clothed freak.

His wet eyes spewed with rage, and he let out a beastly roar from his big mouth full of yellow teeth, and he lifted his axe from the ground and strode towards him with great vigour.

The long-handled axe dragged a bloody trail on the grass until Dean was half a meter away, and suddenly swung forward, drawing a half-moon-shaped silver arc on his chest.

It's too slow.

Dean jumped nimbly at the oncoming tanuki, tiptoe over the blade of the long-handled axe, leaping half a body above the freak, and swinging his right axe diagonally at its neck.

Dean landed lightly, passing over the freak to the left of the freak who was standing still, and without looking back, he continued to approach the two remaining freaks not far away...

Wait until he walked ten meters.

Poof!

Behind him, a line of blood suddenly cracked on the neck of the red-clothed freak, and the hideous head slid off its neck like tofu sliding over a stone slab.

On the flat surface, blood-red fireworks sprayed into the sky.

The headless corpse embraced the earth peacefully.

"You killed XX, proficiency +2, combat lv3 (396/400)

My God!

The six Jesses who were hiding around only saw a blurry figure and the freak staggering by, and the freak was cut off his head, and the impactful bloody scene made them open their mouths wide and their eyes wide.

Fear is mixed with a thick sense of excitement.

This man kills the freaks, then he is with them!

And the jeans freak who had been shot through the knee fell down when he saw the strongest companion in the blink of an eye, and the man, with his indifferent eyes locked straight on himself, his pupils reflecting hell.

The beastly instincts tempered in countless battles told him that he could not match this time.

He decisively left his paralyzed companion behind and limped to the yellow trailer, ready to drive away.

The abandoned freak on the ground let out a scream of pain, turned his back with a heavy wheezing sound, picked up the bow and arrow on the ground, wound it and aimed it at the fast-walking Dean, and licked its tail feathers with its foul mouth.

Whoosh –

The arrow broke through the air, but when it flew less than 10 centimeters in front of the man's face, it was caught in the air by a large hand and snapped in two.

The part with the sharp arrows threw back twice as fast as it had been, piercing the freak's eye and stabbing into the brain.

Before his consciousness was completely extinguished, one foot was infinitely dilated in his pupils.

Poof!

The freak's round head was crushed into a ball of minced flesh by a huge force.

"You killed XX, proficiency +1, fighting lv3 (397/400)..."

Dean retracted his foot and flicked it, his telekinesis bounced off all the filthy flesh and bones on the soles of his shoes, and his gaze turned to the last jeans freak in front of the car.

The freak's hand was already pressed on the door, but the handlebar didn't move as if it had been welded with molten steel, and it couldn't be pulled open!

Mom! Father!

How can there be such horrible food!

I don't eat him anymore!

I don't eat him anymore!

I'm the smartest one, and I'm going to live!

Jeans banged frantically on the car door, but they couldn't open it.

He felt a chill on the back of his neck, turned around, and then fell to his knees, a line of water running from under his crotch, dripping on the lawn and emitting a burst of heat.

He was like the countless dead who had been tortured and dismembered by himself, his snot and tears were stained with scars and scabs like a fire, and he showed a wailing and begging expression for mercy to the man in front of him.

But because of congenital reasons, he couldn't say a word, and he could only make a vague noise of "hmm".

"Are you going to prick my tires in the future?" Dean put the axe to his crumpled neck and asked softly,

"Woohh

"Then the game is over, let's put you a yard first." Dean gently pressed his protruding chin with both hands, "I'll have fun with your souls later." ”

Click-

The freak's head turned to his back and he fell to the ground like a spine removed.

You have killed xx, Mastery +1, Combat lv3 (398/400)

"The fighting skills are very poor, and there is no professional training, but the speed and strength are beyond ordinary people, and they are deadly for unsuspecting ordinary people." Dean commented, and glanced at the system again, sixty percent of the progress of the incident, and there should still be fish that slipped through the net in the base camp of the deformed people.

He gathered his weapons and walked to the line in the car graveyard.

(End of chapter)