Wu Heng looked at the location of the rest area, the slogans on the branches, and the McKel pattern printed on the clothes of these people.

"At what point did I become a moral guide, it's outrageous!"

He really couldn't guess what these people were thinking in their heads, was it because they hadn't seen Wu Heng kill with their own eyes, or because it wasn't them who died?

In the rest area, there are some tired people, who are huddled in a heap, drinking wine.

The site must have just been renovated, and the original vines and tree trunks were all piled up on the periphery, forming a natural fence around it.

As soon as Wu Heng walked here, near the bonfire on the fence, a bunch of women were waving to him.

"Hey, handsome, come here!" Three of the girls shouted.

Wu Heng didn't pay attention to these people,

Just kept looking around, looking for traces of Jason.

But there is obviously nothing going on here, otherwise these people would not be so calm.

There are so many people wandering around in the woods tonight!

And a large part of these people worship Wu Heng and are providing him with terrifying emotions.

In a sense, it's his person.

Wu Heng thought of this, and had a way,

He began to feel the dense link of fear in his mind, and narrowed it down to the forest.

I feel it carefully, and the fear in some places is disappearing.

But in the eyes of outsiders,

He stood still, motionless.

The people around the bonfire, seeing that Wu Heng ignored people, turned around boredly and continued to chat.

"Found it!"

Wu Heng suddenly noticed that in the forest in the southeast direction, there were three terrifying emotions, which were very tightly glued, almost sticking together.

It is also not known what the three men are doing.

But two of the emotions dissipated in an instant.

The remaining strand was running quickly in the direction of the camp, and the distance was not far, only more than two hundred meters.

It's just that the surrounding sounds are too noisy and cover each other's voices.

When he was close to a hundred meters, this emotion also completely dissipated, but Wu Heng had already pointed his right ear in that direction and listened carefully.

He heard the screams that stopped and the sound of branches and vines breaking closely.

Wu Heng knew that the thing that killed those three people was coming!

At this time, in this place, there is no gunshot, who else can kill three people in an instant, except for Jason?

So Wu Heng also raised his feet and took the initiative to go to the southeast, he was going to intercept the other party.

It's just that when Wu Heng approached the fence,

A black girl with dirty pigtails in her hand, carrying a wine bottle in her hand, staggered up from the campfire,

Then sprinkled joy and blocked the fence, that is, on the way Wu Heng was advancing.

Still ten meters away, he shouted at Wu Heng:

"Want to run? Where can you run? Hey, boy, let me come over and talk, why don't you come? Isn't it not to give me Gemma face! ”

"Come, take off your mask and let my sister see what you look like."

"Otherwise, I'll give you this little murderer today, and have an exorcism ceremony, ha. Hey. Ha! ”

The pigtailed black girl said as she danced in place,

A set of exorcism movements like evil spirits was drawn, somewhat similar to the style of the Indonesian side.

But Wu Heng could see that she was obviously drunk.

The most important thing is that Wu Heng did not feel the horror of connecting himself from her body, this black girl was just a person who was making a party lively.

He still ignored the drunken woman, and stood quietly waiting.

The black girl with dirty pigtails thought that she had suppressed Wu Heng, but in fact, Wu Heng was looking at the darkness of the forest behind her.

"Cut, what are you pretending to be cold, don't talk, really think of yourself as Michael?"

"I'm just here to tell you, don't take yourself too seriously!" Hei Mei was completely enraged by Wu Heng's silent response, and said angrily.

At this moment, there was a click from the forest fence behind her.

Branches and vines form a fence and are easily knocked open.

A figure of one meter nine, with a deformed and rotten head, wearing tattered clothes stained with mud, and wearing a yellow, very dirty-looking hockey mask,

From outside the fence, strode in.

In his hand, he carried a bloodstained mountain opening knife.

"Fakesquid, I'm talking to you, give me a reaction!" While the black girl was scolding, she was also attracted by the voice behind her, and turned her head to look over, "Oh, there's a newcomer again!" ”

Then continue to say to Wu Heng:

"What are you pretending to, you think you're the only one who is dressed well? Look at this newcomer! ”

"The mud-stained clothes, the red-dyed knives, and the worn-out mask fit perfectly with the image of a murderer in my heart, and you look like a baby compared to him."

"I don't just mean that your image is a baby, if you look at the strange silhouette of others, yours is not visible at all!"

After speaking, the black girl glared at Wu Heng, who was still silent, raised a crooked, non-standard middle finger, and turned around and walked towards Jason.

It was like a proud black peacock, scratching its head and dancing.

Wu Heng was silently waiting, intending to observe Jason's combat power.

When the black girl got closer, she reached out and wanted to touch Jason's mountain knife.

Jason suddenly moved, and his right arm was instantly raised, and from top to bottom, he slashed down.

Like an axe cutting a stake, the sound of Heimei's bones breaking sounded, and the whole person was instantly split into two pieces, and the split body splattered out to both sides.

When he landed, he was three meters away from Jason.

The girl died, and she didn't even have time to scream.

Jason's knife, after splitting through the black girl's body, still maintained its inertia and slashed deep into the ground.

It can be seen that there is still a lot of surplus in his strength.

Wu Heng didn't have any reaction to the uncomfortable scene in front of him.

On the contrary, he exuded a hint of relief, because he already had a clear understanding of Jason's power.

For ordinary people, this kind of power is basically injured when touched, and dead when rubbed, and ordinary people can't do it if they want to fight with a knife and block it with a weapon.

Coupled with Jason's immortality, it is even more difficult.

It's no wonder that he has been able to become a killer in Crystal Lake for decades, but he has still not been eliminated by some exorcism organizations.

"Help, someone is dead, someone has killed someone."

"The killer is here, there really is a killer in the crystal lake, everyone run!"

"Oh my God, Uncle Mai, help me!" Someone saw it, and Wu Heng, who was standing still, suddenly shouted loudly.

Of course, the people who shouted didn't expect Wu Heng to be the real Michael.

Wu Heng turned his head to take a look, and it was one of his fear worshippers who asked for help.

Although he stood still and didn't move, Jason couldn't help it, and after he observed the nearest Wu Heng, he rushed up with a machete.

"You look like you're in a hurry!"

Wu Heng took out the chef's knife and blocked the mountain knife that Jason swept over.

But the fragile chef's knife was instantly cut off, leaving only the handle, which could block Jason's knife momentum.

Wu Heng kicked Jason's right wrist, kicking the mountain knife in his hand into the air, and even the back of Jason's hand was kicked and broken.

The feet and hands struck each other, making a dull leather sound, like a drum.

Wu Heng felt like he was kicking on the rubber ring.

Jason's current physique is almost on par with him, as can be seen from Jason's ability to split and fly people with a knife comparable to a piece of iron.

It was not so much a split, but a smashing of the human body.

Wu Heng kicked Jason back again, and reached out to hold the mountain opener that fell in the air.

"If you break someone else's things, you have to pay compensation."

He held the mountain knife in his hand, and checked it, the undried mud and blood on the handle of the knife were a little sticky, and this feeling was very bad.

"Forget it, I'll pay you back!" Wu Heng threw the knife directly at Jason, and the tip of the knife went straight into Jason's belly.

At this time, all the people in the rest area had fled.

It's really Jason's visual senses that are too terrifying, beyond the psychological tolerance of many people.

It makes many people feel strong discomfort psychologically and physically.

Wu Heng's right hand shook in the void, and a mace appeared.

In 'Moonlight Panic',

Michael didn't just use a chef's knife, he also used hammers, axes, telephone lines, etc., Wu Heng felt that he was not too much to use a mace.

"Pick up your weapons and fight fairly!" He said coldly.

Jason was just about to pull out the knife that was stuck in his sheath.

A hammer with nails is already coming,

Slammed the hilt again, smashing the blade back into Jason's abdomen, the blade piercing his torso.

Jason still reached out and tried to draw his knife.

Wu Heng picked up one hammer after another, without the slightest stop, causing Jason to have all his strength, but he couldn't exert it at all.

Jason couldn't speak, but his breath grew thicker and thicker, like an angry bull.

In the end, he simply gave up reaching out and took out the mountain knife in his body, and directly pounced on Wu Heng with his bare hands.

At the same time as Wu Heng's right hand mace was swung out, his left hand was grasped again, and another hammer appeared.

Two sledgehammers,

Qi Qi smashed into Jason, who opened his arms and pounced,

It flew upside down, ten meters away, until it smashed the trunk of the bucket, rubbing off a large piece of bark, and then stopped its strength.

Taking advantage of the long distance of the flight, Jason finally had a cushion and reached out to pull out the mountain knife pierced in the abdomen.

Then the blade that pierced the body was nailed to the tree, and the body was a foot above the ground before falling to the ground.

"Give up, Jason, you're tired!"

Wu Heng, who pounced, smashed the hammer into Jason's abdomen, like a smashed pumpkin.

The flesh around Jason's stomach was squeezed to the edge and splattered out.

A powerful hammer smashed through Jason's abdomen, revealing the core of the bark that had been rubbed off from his back.

The white core of the tree, stained black by Jason's blood.

Wu Heng smashed Jason's right hand with a hammer again, smashed the knife in his hand, and continued to smash it on the joints of Jason's body.

With the support of the tree, Jason's hands and feet were all smashed, but most of the trunk was also smashed, almost completely broken.

Then Wu Heng took out an alloy coffin from the life box.

Jason, whose body was shattered but the wound was wriggling, and who was recovering, was placed in the coffin.

This coffin is filled with fine iron sand,

After Jason was put inside, the fine sand spilled out to the ground level.

The remaining iron sand,

It seeped into the crevices of Jason's body, effectively restricting his movements.

Wu Heng closed the lid of the coffin, carried the coffin on his shoulder with one hand, and walked towards the outside of the forest.

At this time, in the Crystal Lake camp, the people in the campfire rest area had already screamed and ran to the place of the stage, shaking the people who were swaying vigorously.

Hearing that there was a real murderer, many people who had never seen Jason became excited.

"You're saying that the killer also wears a mask on his face, similar to a hockey mask, and is infinitely powerful?"

"Yes, so many of us are in the rest area, surely you read that right!"

"That killer is just very powerful, and he can smash people at once, and he doesn't show other special abilities?"

A strong man wearing a mask of silence, a black scorpion tattooed on his neck, and a scorpion tail around his face, asked in a muffled voice.

Behind him, there were also a number of strong men, all of whom wore black leather gloves on their left hands.

At the scene, many people wearing masks were in groups of three or five and glanced at each other.

Many people's expressions became excited.

They even suspect that Uncle Mai said that the seven masks, this murderer also has one,

Thinking of this, many people pulled out all kinds of firepower weapons, from machetes to AK47s and even howitzers.

Then everyone rushed to the rest area in a crowd, and when they arrived, they found no one.

Even the body of the black girl, the blood on the ground, was not found.

Only outside the fence, a smashed, crumbling tree, seemed to tell the truth of what happened here.

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"The muscles were stiff, the blood was black, and the blood basically stopped flowing completely in the blood vessels."

"It feels a little like a zombie."

In Crystal Lake Town, Wu Heng has rented a bungalow.

At this time, he was in the basement, studying Jason.

On the table covered with plastic paper, there is an arm and a thigh.

There was also a bunch of dead mice with black scraps of meat at the corners of their mouths.

Wu Heng sighed and threw the black turbid blood in the container into the trash.

Although the blood in Jason's body can be produced all the time, its own immortality does not come from its blood, but because of some kind of curse.

Its physical strength also comes from muscles, and blood is just something Jason discarded.

It's like zombie blood.

Wu Heng had tried to use the spirit to enslave Jason before, but he didn't succeed, but it also made Jason more peaceful, as if his brain was disturbed.

Thinking of the repair and immortality of Jason's body,

With a look on his face, he opened the coffin and cut a long slit in Jason's body with his knife.

Then the ability to transfer skin was used,

Immediately afterwards, a piece of skin from Jason was actually peeled off.

The skin was carried by Wu Heng in his hand, but it was still writhing like a lizard's broken tail, as if it wanted to cling to Wu Heng's arm.

Look for a body that can be covered.

Seeing this scene, Wu Heng opened the wooden door of the secret room next to him, and inside was an eyeless local gangster, when he saw Wu Heng, a new tenant, he actually wanted to blackmail the protection fee, but Wu Heng did not suggest it, and gave the other party a chance.

As long as he survives, he will be able to obtain a wealth far beyond the protection fee.

"Woooooo

The thin white smoker, who was bound by chains and handcuffs, and whose mouth was gagged, whimpered in horror when he saw the strange skin in Wu Heng's hand.

His eyes widened, his head shook incessantly, and the chains were ripped rattle.

"You look lifeless, it's time to pay the price!"

"Alive, there will be surprises."

Wu Heng said, and put Jason's skin, which had been squirming in his hand, on the other party's body.

The skin was instantly covered, contracted, and tightly adhered to it, and even the cut wound was healing.

(End of chapter)