Spreading Fear (4K)

Wu Heng dropped the motorcycle in his hand, walked forward calmly and gracefully, reached out and pressed down on the top of one of the people's heads, tearing out the entire skin.

"No! No!"

The man, paralyzed on the ground and still barely breathing, begged for mercy in terror upon witnessing this horrific scene.

"I want it!" Wu Heng snorted coldly.

He walked forward like a ghost, slapped the other person on the head, and then casually grabbed them, as if peeling a sausage.

The highway fell silent!

This was the third thing he did during his trip to the town: to collect materials.

After dealing with everyone, Wu Heng turned and left, leaving all seven corpses behind. After all, how could a serial killer not kill anyone after wandering around the town?

This doesn't fit the character!

After returning to the sewer,

Wu Heng took out seven pieces of leather. After being processed by his ' Skin Graft ' ability, the quality of these pieces of leather had surpassed that of rubber that had been boiled and refined for a long time.

Therefore, no excessive processing is required.

Wu Heng simply bleached and soaked it before Tailoring.

Soon, he had created seven hideous leather masks.

The remaining skin, missing the neck, was cut into pieces by Wu Heng and bound together to form a leather book.

He mixed his blood with cinnabar and wrote an introductory explanation and obscure content on it.

Continuing to use the ' Siphon ' ability, the entire human skin book was soaked to remove moisture, and then soaked again. After repeating this process dozens of times, the entire book had turned a waxy yellow.

It looks like it has been through hundreds of years, with a sense of historical depth.

Wu Heng was satisfied and put the two items away.

It took him a full four hours to complete all of this, with the most difficult part being the text editing within the book.

He drew upon the 'I Ching,' 'Old Testament,' and 'Dictionary of Hell' from his previous life to compile this book on the worship of fear.

It was already broad daylight when Wu Heng took out his phone and checked the news in New Jersey, where Haddonfield is located.

After some searching,

He found news reports about what happened last night:

'A serial killer has struck Haddonfield, leaving behind seven victims and five motorcycles!'

"Seven people were skinned alive by a mysterious figure; investigation reveals the deceased were all members of a biker gang!"

"The punisher who walks through the night, taking revenge on the wicked—is it justice or evil?"

Wu Heng had already suspected that these people would conceal ' Michael Myers's' identity.

However, he did not expect that many unscrupulous marketing accounts would deliberately seize upon a news story, fabricate their own stories, and even portray him as the Punisher.

What he wants is fear, not justice.

Moreover, the world is going to the dogs; he clearly left all seven motorcycles at the scene of the death.

Can someone tell him why the report said there were only five?

Where did the other two go?

'But it doesn't matter anymore, these people will find out the truth, in the way they want.'

Wu Heng shook his head slightly and then searched for some more news about Crystal Lake:

A horrific murder has occurred at the Crystal Lake campground, leaving 23 people dead.

"A serial killer has been discovered in Crystal Lake, suspected to be the same killer from 60 years ago, still committing crimes!"

It seems that concealing the existence of the undead serial killer in the area is a subconscious act shared by these residents, as if they feel that as long as it is not publicized, these serial killers will disappear without a trace.

Wu Heng then searched for the related terms "Elm Street" and "Freddy Krueger," but found no results.

This actually reassured him, because it meant that others couldn't find it either.

Wu Heng put down his phone, installed a hidden camera in the sewer, and then walked out of the sewer.

Even during the day, he went out as usual.

In this world, killers like Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, and Freddy Krueger all share a common characteristic: they are completely unafraid of day or night, or the number of people around them.

You can act whenever you want, as long as you want to.

The mask and the book are ready; he still needs one more material.

It will take some time to prepare the materials this time.

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Two days later,

Located southeast of Hatton, within the adjacent town of Berlin.

Wu Heng walked silently on the sidewalk, heading south, and passersby ignored him.

He would occasionally reveal himself, causing widespread panic.

But it won't always be revealed, because it is the unknown that arouses fear.

A serial killer who disappears and reappears from time to time is far more terrifying than a serial killer who stands by the curb and never disappears.

Meanwhile, inside Salem Hospital, located in the southernmost part of the small town of Berlin,

Ward 204.

The body of a young man lies on the hospital bed.

The overweight middle-aged pastor in a suit and his young assistant quickly closed the door.

They endured the suffocating stench, far exceeding the normal level of a corpse's odor and comparable to the smell of thousands of bedbugs swarming together, and approached the body.

The smell stung their eyes, bringing tears to their eyes. The two men wept uncontrollably, like relatives of the deceased.

The overweight pastor first wiped his eyes with his sleeve, then reached out and pressed on the corpse's swollen abdomen.

A stream of dark red, foul-smelling water.

It overflowed from the corpse's mouth, like a water pipe after a valve was turned off, as the priest stopped pressing.

The foul-smelling water flowed back into the throat.

Seemingly certain of something, the two sprinkled salt around the young man, lit candles, and the priest took out a crucifix, pressed it against the corpse's forehead, and relentlessly demanded the name of the evil spirit.

The assistant stood by, constantly reciting the Bible.

Only by knowing the name of the evil spirit can they exorcise it.

At this moment, a flock of Crow was flying around the roof of the hospital. When they got tired, they would perch on the eaves, making unpleasant cawing noises.

Suddenly,

All the Crow stopped cawing instantly, turned their heads in unison, and stared in the direction of the hospital entrance.

A person wearing a white mask and overalls, who was at least 2 meters tall, suddenly appeared at the hospital entrance.

The visitor was none other than Wu Heng.

These Crow stared intently at Wu Heng, their bodies as still as decorative statues on a rooftop.

Wu Heng glanced around the hospital, at the medical staff who were trembling with fear at the eerie atmosphere.

He didn't say anything, but continued walking calmly into the hospital.

He thumped down the stairs, heading straight for room 204.

He has captured six ghosts and evil spirits in the past two days, and only this last one is left. He will soon have all the materials he needs.

Inside the ward, the young man, who had been dead, suddenly grinned and laughed.

"Hehehe, is your old trick still useful, Father?"

The pastor ignored him and continued to berate him:

"Tell me, what's your name?!"

"Say your name!"

The youth's smile vanished, replaced by a shrill, piercing roar, "My name is... Ooh!"

Immediately afterwards, as if vomiting, a large amount of black liquid was vomited.

Black liquid gushed out, and the corpse's abdomen shrank. This black liquid then transformed into countless green-headed flies.

They flew all over the room, swarming towards the pastor and his assistants.

The assistant, who had been reciting the Bible without daring to stop for a moment, suddenly had his mouth stuffed full of flies. He quickly gagged and spat them out, not daring to open his mouth again.

Countless flies swarmed around them, trying to crawl into their nostrils and ears.

The two quickly closed their eyes, covered their ears, and pursed their lips.

Flies crawled up their collars and down their necks, leaving behind corrosive saliva on their skin.

"Hahaha, hahahaha!"

The young man's corpse was laughing maniacally, black viscous fluid still dripping from his mouth, stretched into an exaggerated angle, appearing extremely arrogant.

Its body was covered with countless pustules, each the size of a walnut, inside which seemed to be white larvae moving about.

Just one look at it is enough to make you nauseous!

Upon seeing this, the middle-aged pastor knew he had to fight desperately!

He tilted his head to the side, plugged his right ear with his right shoulder, and then freed his right hand to pull a silver dagger from his trouser pocket, its handle and blade forming a cross shape.

He used it to slash his left wrist, letting the warm blood drip onto the silver dagger.

'Bang!'

Just as he stained his dagger with blood, the door to the ward, which had been locked long ago, was suddenly violently pushed open.

The door lock studs clanged and bounced to the ground.

The sound drew everyone's attention in the room, and the evil spirit's rampant laughter abruptly ceased.

The person who appeared at the door of the ward was Wu Heng, wearing a mask and with empty eyes.

"You've got one thing mixed up!"

Wu Heng's gaze swept over the messy ward, which was filled with black, turbid liquid and had items scattered all over the floor.

Especially the swarms of large flies inside the house.

He could tell that these flies were not a hallucination; they were real flies.

Immediately, a thought flashed through the room, and the flies, whose consciousness was extremely fragile, fell to the ground like raindrops.

It looked like a blanket had been laid out.

"Fear is not disgust!"

Using the remaining terror in his body, and with the help of Swine Two's trickery, Wu Heng completely controlled the young man's corpse and the two priests.

There was a two-centimeter-thick layer of dead flies on the ground, making it impossible for Wu Heng to find a place to step.

He reached out and grabbed the wooden door, throwing it onto the floor as if squeezing juice. The door fell to the ground...

Due to the squeezing, two streams of fly sauce splattered from both sides, soaking the priest and his companion.

Wu Heng stepped onto the door panel and walked to the bedside.

The young man's body lay quietly on the bed, as if he had been dead for a long time, but his wide-open, hate-filled, and constantly shifting eyes indicated that the evil spirit still existed.

He was simply restrained by Wu Heng.

A drop of blood shot out rapidly and merged into the young man's brow. Immediately afterwards, a phantom, rotting, filthy, vagrant ghost floated out from the young man's corpse.

Wu Heng felt that he had enslaved the other party, so he took out a wooden puppet and controlled the evil spirit to attach to it.

These ordinary evil spirits are now more like precious resources to him.

However, for some unknown reason, the ghosts and evil spirits in this world all seem to possess independent consciousness, even if their consciousness is distorted and filled with hatred for everything.

Even Freddy Krueger's mother, Amanda, a deceased nun, possessed a self-aware soul.

Including the evil spirit in front of me.

Wu Heng put the puppet back into the Life Box, glanced at the two priests beside him, and his eyes suddenly became deep as he stared intently into the eyes of the young assistant.

Michael Myers's memory probing ability is activated.

The young man's memories from the past seven days flashed before Wu Heng's eyes like turning the pages of a book.

It turns out they came from the True Cross Society.

It's considered a local organization that believes in Jesus.

Yesterday, the hospital's equipment detected that the young man had been dead for half a month, and even his internal organs had dissolved into foul-smelling water, yet he could still move. That's why they were called in to perform an exorcism.

Wu Heng wasn't surprised that exorcism existed in this world.

In 'A Nightmare on A Nightmare on Elm Street 3', Nancy's father sprinkled holy water on Freddy Krueger's remains to kill Freddy Krueger.

Although the holy water in the movie was effective, its effect was only so-so.

Sensing the fear emanating from the two individuals, and realizing he had become the one instilling fear in them, Wu Heng ignored them and turned to leave the hospital.

He has now gathered everything he needed.

After Wu Heng left, the pastor and his assistant in the ward regained their mobility.

"Father, you!" The assistant began, but was interrupted by the priest.

"Stop talking! This guy is definitely from hell. We're lucky he didn't kill us. Let's get out of here first."

The pastor sighed. Although he didn't know how terrifying Wu Heng was, he could guess a bit from the evil spirit's reaction.

"Wait a minute!" the assistant tried to say.

"I told you to stop talking and get out of here!" the priest said, reaching out to grab his assistant, but felt a sudden weakness and stumbled, almost falling.

The assistant hurriedly stepped forward, stepping into two puddles of fly-infested mud, before finally managing to steady the priest. He then quickly shouted:

"Doctor, nurse, come quickly and help save this person!"

Amidst the commotion, the pastor was taken over by the doctor, and only then did the assistant speak aggrievedly to the pastor, who was too weak to speak:

"What I'm trying to say is that your wrist is still bleeding. Would you like to wait until you've received treatment before leaving?"

Upon hearing this, the fat pastor stared wide-eyed, his lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a word.

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By the time we left Berlin and returned to the Haddonfield, it was already dark.

Wu Heng felt the thousands of stable fear emotions linked by the Spirit-Touch Power, knowing that his trip had not been in vain; he had not only collected materials but also added a source of power.

He continued wandering around the entrance of Field University in the small town, and happened to spot a white couple who were live-streaming on their phones.

He then deliberately revealed himself, instantly arousing fear in the two men.

"Hey, what's that?"

"Could it be the recent serial killer? Streamer, hurry and follow him!"

"Yes, yes, keep up, don't be afraid."

The single stone stirred up a thousand ripples; the originally unremarkable live stream room instantly became lively, with people constantly sharing the live stream.

In order to capture viewership, the couple hesitated for a moment before deciding to follow the instructions of the live chat.

"It's time to go back!"

At this moment, Wu Heng sensed the fear that belonged to Corey and was approaching northeast, towards the sewers.

So he quickly returned to the sewer.

Right now, Corey is pedaling his bicycle with all his might.

Behind him was a red convertible, honking its horn incessantly and chasing after him with a playful laugh.

There were four men and one woman in the car. The five young people were carrying sticks and shouting, chasing Corey around like they were catching dogs or rabbits.

People on the bus would occasionally throw their water bottles, bread, and fruit at the passengers.

Corey, however, just kept riding his bicycle with his head down, sweating profusely from exhaustion.

Wu Heng returned to the original location of ' Michael Myers ' in the sewer, leaned against the wall, and gently transmitted a faint illusion to Corey.

But instead of offering help in times of need, it was kicking someone when they're down.

Distracted by the illusion, Corey suddenly saw a pothole ahead and hurriedly squeezed the brakes, but was still thrown off balance on the road.

The car stopped, and the five men got out and beat Corey severely.

They only left after beating him until his face was bruised and swollen, and his lips were broken and bleeding. After all, he was still a college student, and although there was campus violence, they were afraid of causing someone to die.

Corey, however, did not want to let these people leave so easily.

If these people just leave like that, wouldn't all the beating he took have been for nothing?

So he picked up a stone from the ground and threw it.

The stone hit the girl with the single ponytail on the right side right on the back of the head.

"Ah--!" The girl Scream, squatted down on the ground, covered her head with her hands, and blood seeped from between her fingers.

"Fuck you, you're bleeding!"

"Damn it, kill him! I'll take responsibility if anything happens!" roared the rich kid among the five.

The only woman in the team was hit, and the four boys' anger surged. They all chased after him, Corey took off running, still heading northeast.

Behind a large tree nearby, a couple of internet celebrities, drawn by Wu Heng's illusions, also captured this scene.

"Quick, quick, follow them!"

"They lost track of the serial killers, so this is a good alternative."

"Yeah, this kid who got beaten up has guts! Hurry up and follow him, I want to see what happens next, will he get beaten to death? Hahaha!"

The comments kept fueling the fire.

As a banner advertising a $1,000 bounty floated by, the couple followed it again.

The group chased each other and soon arrived at the sewer.

Without hesitation, Corey crawled inside.

The four boys who followed hesitated for a moment when they saw their prey disappear into the dark sewer.

"Damn it, that rat has gone into its hole."

"What are you afraid of, you coward! Turn on your phone lights, let's go in together, he can't escape!"