Killer Jason vs. Michael: Nightmare Freddy Interferes, Entering the Dream

It was nearing midnight.

The camp was still partying tirelessly.

Maria squatted on the ground, looking pitifully at Li Dan. She wanted to know what kissing felt like too, but Jennifer had been hogging him the whole time.

She really wanted to ask, Haven't you kissed long enough? Aren't you sick of it yet?

Why are you so selfish!

In a patch of grass nearby, a young couple was hiding and making out. The wilderness offered a different kind of thrill.

"Yes, yes!"

Within minutes, the man lay on top of the woman without moving.

The woman looked somewhat disgusted. If she hadn't wanted to spare his pride, she wouldn't even have bothered panting.

"Help! Help!"

The sudden cries for help startled them both.

The man poked his head out and saw an angler sprinting past. How could he tell the man was an angler?

Simply because the man was still holding a fishing rod while running for his life.

The woman asked, "Jack, what happened?"

"I don't know. Seems like some lunatic." Jack shook his head. Maybe the guy had gotten skunked fishing too many times?

"Jack!"

The woman stared at the man in horror.

A white machete slashed down from behind him without warning, cutting through the air with a piercing shriek—not a slash, but a straight stab. With a muffled squelch, the blade burst through his back. The man even remained half-turned, his Adam's apple bobbing as if he wanted to ask something.

"Hngh..."

Jason Voorhees strode forward to stand before the man and pulled the machete from his body. The man collapsed at once.

His emotionless eyes turned toward the woman.

The woman did not even have time to get dressed before screaming all the way back to camp.

The camp was in full swing.

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