Uncle Mai Takes the Stage (4K)

Wu Heng, wearing a white mask, stood there expressionless.

His empty eyes stared blankly at Corey, making no move, like a statue.

But it filled Corey with endless fear and chills.

Fear surged forth from the middle-aged man and Corey like a spring.

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Corey's shifting gaze finally settled on 'fierceness'. He pursed his lips, took a few steps forward, and crept up to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man's eyes were already wet, his expression filled with terror, yet he was unable to speak or move an inch.

Corey looked at the middle-aged man's panicked expression.

He recalled how that arrogant middle-aged man had harassed the girl he was in love with at the bar, and even waited for him outside the bar, intending to take revenge.

Then he thought of himself, the humiliation of being bullied, the ridicule from his peers, and the indifference from his family. He roared angrily:

"Ah--!"

With a single thrust, the knife plunged deep into the middle-aged man's neck, disappearing completely into the hilt.

However, this type of stab wound will not kill a person immediately.

At this moment, Wu Heng suddenly lifted the physical restrictions imposed on middle-aged men.

The middle-aged man, who had been stiff and unable to control his body, suddenly went limp and reached for the chef's knife at his neck.

And with blood and foam spitting from his mouth, he pleaded:

"I was wrong, please don't kill me! You're still young!"

Startled by the middle-aged man's sudden ability to move, Corey took a step back and forcefully pulled out his chef's knife.

Blood gushed out instantly, like a showerhead that had gone out of control.

Corey was also sprayed with blood, which slid down his hair, onto his cheeks, and dripped onto his dark blue leather jacket, mixing with the blood already on the jacket.

"Help me! Help me!"

"My brothers know I'm here to find you. If I die, you're finished too!"

The middle-aged man was also terrified by the gushing blood. He used all his strength to cover his neck with his hands, and when he spoke, the blood in his throat seemed to be overflowing, making his words indistinct.

But those words actually provoked Corey.

Wu Heng stood quietly by and watched. He knew that this cowardly young man had no intention of letting the middle-aged man leave alive when he led him into the sewer.

Although the other party hadn't expected that he would need to do it himself.

The situation was indeed as Wu Heng had guessed.

Corey panicked when he saw the middle-aged man, who still wanted to leave and was staggering towards the cave entrance.

In desperation, he lunged forward again with his knife, stabbing the unsuspecting middle-aged man in the back four times in succession, until the man collapsed face down completely, at which point he stopped attacking.

Corey stood frozen in place, knife in hand, staring at the lifeless body of the middle-aged man, panting heavily.

"Haha, haha, hahahaha!" Panting, Corey burst into unrestrained laughter.

He even laughed so hard he clutched his stomach, bent over, and then plopped down on the ground.

Wu Heng moved his feet, making 'thump-thump' sounds on the unstable blue brick ground, and walked to Corey's side.

The sound of those footsteps felt like they were stomping on Corey's heart.

He came to his senses.

He hurriedly wiped the chef's knife on the middle-aged man's trouser leg several times to clean off all the blood.

Only after revealing the rusty blade did he hold the tip and respectfully hand the knife to Wu Heng, looking up.

Wu Heng calmly reached out and took the chef's knife, continuing to stand there without saying a word, but actually observing Corey thoughtfully.

Corey had regained his strength. When he saw the middle-aged man's body, he seemed to remember something and hurriedly knelt down on the body, searching through the pockets of the man's shirt and pants.

He stood up only after finding a brownish-red wallet in a middle-aged style.

He first glanced timidly at Wu Heng, who was standing quietly, then bowed deeply to him before quickly turning around and running out of the sewer in a disheveled state, leaving without looking back.

Wu Heng neither stopped him nor made a sound throughout the entire process.

Because he knew that this cowardly young man, who had been bullied so much, had changed his mindset but had lost his power.

Things will inevitably turn into their opposites when they reach their extremes.

Having endured years of oppression, Corey had been harboring a burning desire for revenge, and now, that desire had been ignited.

The fire was so fierce that it could very well consume all of the young man's conscience and morality.

Cowardice is not the same as kindness.

Wu Heng allowed Corey to leave because he was certain that Corey would definitely come back, and that it wouldn't be long before he did.

After all, evil seeks evil!

Furthermore, his current preparations are insufficient.

Wu Heng bent down, pulled up the middle-aged man's corpse, separated his skin and bones, and threw the remains into the pig cage.

He returned to his original spot, hid himself, and sat down to contemplate his current situation.

In this storyline world, the three Tower Guardian— the Black Shadow, Corey, and the woman in black—should all possess abilities, but none seem to be as strong as him.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that someone is pretending to be weak while actually being strong.

But his power is not only what he has shown, especially the accumulation of terror, which can snowball.

As for Freddy Krueger on Elm Street, the local adults remained silent about him, and the young people had all forgotten the horrors of Freddy Krueger and continued to take drugs to prevent them from dreaming.

Wu Heng calculated based on the current time,

Freddy Krueger travels to Crystal Lake, enters Jason Voorhees's dream, disguises herself as Jason Voorhees's mother, and tricks Jason Voorhees into going to Elm Street to commit murder.

The plot, which aims to evoke the fear of Freddy Krueger among the young people of Elm Street, and the storyline of Freddy Krueger regaining his powers and killing in his dreams, should have 19 days left.

During this period, the three Tower Guardian should have had little chance of discovering the plot.

Even though they were on Elm Street.

However, to eliminate Freddy Krueger...

It's definitely not as simple as dragging it from a dream into reality and then killing it.

After all, this was already done in the movie plot, and they even burned Freddy Krueger's remains.

Even Freddy Krueger's soul was forcibly stuffed back into his own womb by the ghost of his biological mother, Amanda.

But Freddy Krueger always manages to rise from the shadow of human fear.

With this in mind, Wu Heng decided to first accumulate some fear energy.

He used fear again to contact Chu Keying.

"I have something for you to do. Go to the Haddonfield and find an old lady named Laurie Strode."

"Get close to her, pay her, find people—whatever method you use, make her famous."

"But the way to become famous must be by telling her own experiences and stories, preferably by writing a book or making a movie."

"If you don't have enough money, you can ask me for more."

Chu Keying, who had just finished showering and was wrapped in a bath towel, was stunned by a series of messages before she could even feel shy when she saw the sudden illusion of 'sunlight'.

"Why go looking for her? This has nothing to do with the drama."

Chu Keying's question was only half-spoken when Wu Heng quickly interrupted her, "It has nothing to do with the plot. Don't ask, just do it. You have to do it well. This is a test for you."

"But I still need to do what you said about notarizing the estate, and that takes time too."

"We can do it anywhere, as long as you say so. Your three brothers will be even more eager than you."

After speaking, Wu Heng severed his fear, and the illusion of 'sunshine' in front of Chu Keying vanished like a bubble.

She knew Wu Heng had already left.

After thinking for a moment, Chu Keying quickly picked up the phone on the wall and asked the housekeeper to contact her family; she wanted to hold a family meeting.

She planned to leave that night and sleep in the car.

She had to do a good job with the task Wu Heng had given her, because it might be her ticket to survival.

Although Chu Keying has limited social experience, she is by no means stupid, and her intelligence is not an issue.

In the sewer.

After assigning the tasks, Wu Heng stood up.

He tried using ' Michael Myers's' ability to minimize his presence, and with silent steps, he walked out of the sewers like a ghost.

Head southwest, towards the center of the Haddonfield.

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20 minutes later,

Outside a three-story European-style detached house,

The green bushes were suddenly parted, and a figure wearing a dark blue overall and a hollow white mask appeared there without anyone noticing.

Wu Heng quietly observed the house in front of him.

The mahogany walls and cream-colored door frames were spotless, indicating that the owner of the house was someone who paid close attention to cleanliness.

He came to town tonight to take care of three things.

This is one of them.

The owner of this house is named Laurie Strode Strod, who is also Michael Myers's sister and the person Wu Heng asked Chu Keying to find.

Over the past few decades,

Having endured countless hunts by Michael Myers, his fear and hatred towards Michael Myers had long since reached its peak.

Wu Heng came this time to make Chu Keying's operation go more smoothly.

Like a black phantom, he silently stepped forward, stuck the chef's knife into the gap of the door lock, and pushed it slightly.

The wooden door was then pushed open.

'Bang bang bang!'

Seven shots rang out in quick succession, emptying the magazine. Seven bullets struck Wu Heng's heart precisely, but like a stone thrown into a pond, Wu Heng remained calmly standing in place, without moving an inch.

The person who fired the shot was a capable-looking elderly woman with white hair reaching her ears, who was inside the house.

She stood there with her right arm outstretched, holding a pistol in one hand, her brows furrowed into a deep frown, her expression fierce and her eyes filled with hatred.

Decades of being hunted had honed her sensitivity to ' Michael Myers's' unique abilities, even allowing her to sense things in advance—somewhat akin to a mental power.

She had already sensed Wu Heng the moment he appeared in the courtyard.

"Why haven't you gone to hell yet?" she shouted angrily.

Wu Heng ignored her and instead swung the chef's knife in his hand. The blade instantly pierced Laurie Strode's left arm, and blood flowed out, dripping onto the ground.

He took the opportunity to use his Siphon ability, only to find that the blood was quite ordinary and contained no special abilities.

Is it really just that Laurie Strode's senses are exceptionally strong?

The injured old lady, Laurie Strode, nimbly turned around, lunged to the wall, and withered her yellow fingers pried open a tile, pressing the red button inside that depicted Black Skull.

He then collapsed behind the sofa.

The spot where Wu Heng was standing at the entrance exploded instantly.

Thunder roared, flames flashed, and smoke and sawdust filled half the room. Wu Heng's figure had vanished from the spot at some unknown time.

Having achieved his goal, he left and continued wandering the streets.

After a long while, only the old woman with white hair covered in dust remained, cautiously getting up and looking around the empty room.

"Grandma, what happened?"

A beautiful girl, dressed in pajamas, rushed out from the second floor and asked in a panic.

Shh, don't shout, come here quickly!

When Laurie Strode saw that her granddaughter Allyson, the girl Corey liked, had already gone down the stairs, she was no longer comfortable letting her go back to the second floor alone, so she had to keep her by her side.

"Have we been attacked by terrorists? There doesn't seem to be anyone else here?"

Alice looked at the chaotic first floor and the charred, burning wooden door, and asked, somewhat bewildered.

Wu Heng was unaware of what happened afterward.

He only felt that Laurie Strode's fear had intensified.

He had now stopped trying to make himself inconspicuous and was openly walking around the street.

This scared many people who stayed up late, making them fall asleep instantly.

Some, however, hid under the covers and sent text messages on their phones.

Michael Myers, the immortal serial killer who disappeared for nearly four years, has reappeared in the town, searching for his next target!

The news had already spread quietly throughout the town.

Even the barking of dogs in the surrounding area had stopped, making the streets even Silence in the dead of night.

Wu Heng had been wandering around for a good half hour.

And finally, I've achieved my goal.

Seven blinding high beams, accompanied by the roar of motorcycle engines, sped towards us from the distant highway.

Wu Heng stood quietly in the middle of the road, waiting.

The lights grew brighter, and the approaching group of motorcycles spotted Wu Heng, gradually slowing down until Wu Heng got close.

"Hey buddy, wearing a mask out in the middle of the night, trying to scare people?"

The lead motorcyclist said with a grin.

Their motorcycles didn't stop; instead, they circled around Wu Heng in the middle of the road, one after the other, trapping Wu Heng in the middle.

Wu Heng noticed that each of their motorcycles had several women's handbags hanging on their side mirrors, some even having two or three.

"Oh my gosh! How scary! I'm so frightened, it's killing me, Mommy~ Mommy!" The second white man, feigning a disgusting, baby-like voice, teased.

This drew a burst of laughter from the crowd.

"Hey, you masked mute, hand over your wallet, or I'll make you go down the slide!" A black rider swung the rope with a hook on the back of his motorcycle and yelled at Wu Heng.

"That's enough!"

Wu Heng turned his head and glanced at it, then said calmly.

"What's enough?" the lead motorcyclist asked with a mocking smile and curiosity.

"I mean, these materials you have are enough!"

The moment he opened his mouth, Wu Heng reached out and grabbed the motorcycle. Just as he turned it to his right, he lifted the entire motorcycle with one hand and swung it around like a sledgehammer.

Everyone was thrown backwards as if hit by a vehicle, forming an umbrella shape, coughing up blood and foam.

Upon landing, they all collapsed to the ground, like frogs whose tendons had been removed.

The unmanned motorcycles then collapsed to the ground with a 'clatter'.