Heading to Crystal Lake (4K)

Wu Heng felt his fear increase a hundredfold and continue to intensify.

These people are absolutely insane!

The people of this place were so obsessed with and pursued evil that it completely exceeded Wu Heng's expectations.

Wu Heng didn't understand was,

His actions have been misinterpreted to some extent.

In the eyes of these people,

He was a cowardly boy being beaten by four thugs, and on the verge of death...

A masked man with Supernatural appears, guiding the boy's life and giving him faith.

By subjecting them to a life-or-death test,

Ultimately, after the boy killed his abuser, he was also granted the power of fear and a huge fortune.

In particular, the protagonist's treatment, reminiscent of a thrilling movie, and the underdog's triumphant rise to power...

It's actually true; it exists in reality.

How could this not drive people crazy?

The decades-long deeds of the serial killer ' Michael Myers,' including his indiscriminate killing of innocent people, have been unearthed. However, this brutality has created a contrast, further enriching Wu Heng's character.

He has become an object of worship for these young people online, and is known as the 'fear guru'.

He is even affectionately called "Michael Myers" by some people.

This worship was mixed with a great deal of fear of him, because Wu Heng was, after all, a murderer.

This paradoxical combination of a serial killer and a life mentor, of killing intertwined with opportunity, evokes both joy and fear in them, ironically drawing many into a state of utter addiction.

They even fantasize that they themselves are Corey.

The thought of having five more masks besides the ones on Michael Myers and Corey's faces is simply... exciting!

Corey, who woke up in the sewers, glanced at the five corpses that had disappeared inside the cave.

It was as if it were all an illusion, and he had simply come here to take a nap.

But the flowing power within his body, the mask in his hand, and the large amount of gold coins flowing out of the hole in the arched wall next to him were undeniable.

Corey looked at the hole and was worried; how was he going to move all that gold?

In the end, all they could do was take off their jeans, tie up the two legs, stuff them full of gold coins, and then cover the hole with the fallen bricks.

"No one should come to this abandoned sewer, I can move it in stages," Corey thought to himself.

It's not that he doesn't want to take more,

However, the volume of gold is only one-third that of iron for the same weight.

One cubic meter of gold would weigh 19 tons, or 19,000 kilograms.

Even though his body had been enhanced,

But the amount of gold wrapped in his pants was already the limit of what he could carry this time.

Just as Corey was about to step out of the cave, he stopped in his tracks. He noticed two men lying unconscious on the ground ahead of him, with phone stands and phones with lenses next to them.

His face instantly turned ugly.

He bent down to pick up his phone, only to find it was dead and switched off. He opened his mouth, and a dozen flies crawled out.

Flies crawled into the nostrils of the two internet celebrities, blocking their tracheas.

He then quickly stepped over the two corpses and ran home in the dead of night.

"Corey, you've been out all night, are you trying to starve me to death?"

"I truly regret having you!"

Seeing Corey return home covered in blood and looking disheveled, and his mother sitting on the living room sofa, chugging down a whole bottle of cheap red wine, Corey angrily berated her.

As for Corey, she was already used to being beaten up.

Moreover, she believed that Corey was used to it and that it wasn't a big deal; the child was just naturally stubborn.

"Really? I also regret being born into this world, into this family!"

After putting down the gold coins he had brought back, Corey walked with a floating gait to the back of the sofa.

"You dare talk back?! I'll... I'll let you go!"

Corey's mother cursed angrily, picked up a bottle, and tried to stand up to hit Corey, but struggled violently.

Because Corey had already grabbed a pillow from the sofa and was tightly covering the middle-aged woman's mouth and nose.

Two minutes later, when the woman's body went completely limp, he finally let go.

"Go to sleep, and you won't be hungry anymore!"

Corey carried his mother's body to her bedroom, placed her on the bed, covered her with a blanket, and spoke softly to her.

Although she was a mother, she never fulfilled her responsibilities, starting from his childhood.

He would drink excessively, bring strange men home, beat him in front of others, and always take away the tuition fees he had saved through part-time jobs to buy alcohol.

today,

He can finally be free!

"Corey, Corey, are you home?"

A clear, worried voice came from Corey's front door.

Upon hearing the sound, Corey quickly washed her face, changed her clothes, composed herself, put on a gentle smile, walked to the door, and opened it.

"Allyson, what brings you here so late?"

"If you want to come pick me up, just tell me. Girls shouldn't walk alone at night; it's too dangerous!"

Corey looked at the beautiful girl wearing a camouflage t-shirt, black veiled sleeves, and long brown hair.

For the first time, he felt so confident standing in front of the girl.

"Stop talking, Corey, run!"

Upon seeing Corey at home, Allyson's tone instantly turned anxious.

"What happened in the sewers was broadcast live. Grandma says you've become a serial killer's assistant, and she's gathered a lot of people to come and cause you trouble!"

"And it's not just her, there are many organizations online that are looking for the mask, saying that only you know the clues, look!" Allyson said, holding her phone up to Corey's face.

When Corey heard about the live broadcast, his expression changed drastically.

He remembered the two men who had unexpectedly appeared in the sewers, quickly grabbed Allyson's phone and started searching. Sure enough, he found countless posts about the 'mask'.

Many people have already offered eight- or nine-figure rewards.

"Wait me a moment!"

Corey was about to return to his room to take the gold when he heard the sounds of countless car engines and sirens all around him.

State police surrounded Corey's house.

However, in the outer areas, a group of 'victims' led by Allyson's maternal grandmother Laurie Strode,

The group includes motorcycle gangs, local gangs like the "Black Blade Family," the newly formed Mask Association, and various other independent groups.

These people were all there for the masks. They broke through the police cordon, and there were so many of them that the state troopers didn't dare to raise their voices.

"Corey, you're involved in the sewer murders. Hands behind your head, crouch down and come out, or we'll shoot," the state trooper shouted.

However, the growing number of armed men gathered around, and the noise drowned out the state police's announcements, making it ten times more chaotic than last week's tax-related march.

"Corey, hand over the mask and the Book of Fear, and my family guarantees your safety," the Black Blade Family said.

"The murderer's assistant must die! He must not be let go!" Laurie Strode Strod glared angrily at the group from the Black Blade Family.

"What guarantee do you have, with your foul breath?" A group of bearded bikers gave Black Blade the middle finger and yelled.

There were thousands, even tens of thousands of people making a ruckus, as if Corey were a dish to be devoured.

"Enough!" Corey yelled from the window.

He was absolutely furious!

I can forgive myself for being bullied before,

Now that he has obtained the mask and possesses superhuman strength, is he still going to be bullied?

"A bunch of lowly ordinary people, what gives you the right to speak so arrogantly? Is it because of the few pounds of scrap metal you have?"

When Corey saw that Allyson had been pulled into her own group and protected by her grandmother outside, he felt relieved and turned to go into his bedroom.

Vomit--!

He vomited a stream of black liquid onto the corpse in the bedroom.

The corpse instantly swelled up with countless pustules, with something wriggling inside, followed by a cacophony of buzzing sounds.

Countless flies

It flew off the skeletonized corpse and rushed out the window.

He's going to carry out a massacre to repay Michael Myers's kindness!

Corey went to the kitchen,

He picked up a fruit knife and put the stretched-out skull mask on his face.

The people outside were in complete chaos due to the disgusting swarms of flies.

These flies seem to be aware of their surroundings, specifically targeting people's facial features, especially the ears and nostrils, which must be covered.

But a person only has two hands. Just covering the ears and nose takes up at least two hands, so where would there be room to hold a weapon?

Corey surrounded himself with a large swarm of flies, creating a kind of domain around him, and then, using the flies as cover, darted away.

"Ugh, what's this? Where did all these flies come from?!"

"Ptooey! Ugh!"

"I'm hurt! Help me! Help me!"

Corey moved through the crowd like a ghost, darting about and slashing with his knife, each swing capable of cutting the throats of two or three people.

In their scramble to divide up Corey, these people pushed forward so hard they were pushing too hard.

Corey kept spitting out black liquid onto the fruit knife. The person whose throat was slashed looked like an incubator, with large lumps bulging on their neck, spawning even more flies.

Gunshots followed, and someone, unable to bear it any longer, pulled the trigger in a panic.

The gunshot acted as a fuse, igniting a chaotic battle.

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Wu Heng was now close to Minnesota.

He was on his way to Camp Crystal Lake when he suddenly found that his fear had increased significantly.

So he took out his phone and located the Haddonfield.

I started searching on live streaming platforms.

Sure enough, the number one ranked live stream was about Corey's family's four weeks.

Because there were quite a few ordinary people around Corey's house who were also joining in the fun, they knew they couldn't compete with those powerful figures, the masks, and the gold.

I might as well take this opportunity to start a live stream, hoping to grab some traffic and at least make some money from it.

Wu Heng watched as Corey, wearing the ' Scream Mask,' wreaked havoc on the battlefield.

He gave a rather amusing expression.

"Corey, my training of you has not been in vain. Continue to demonstrate the power of the mask to others."

"By setting a good example, I can inspire more people to pursue the fear I've created!"

Wu Heng believes that after this fermentation,

Countless people will continue to actively seek out his rumors and his mask, and in the process, they will offer him their fear.

Moreover, it is free from hatred, intolerant of slander, and even imbued with a sense of fear stemming from faith.

Wu Heng glanced at the chat messages in the live stream; they were all:

"Michael Myers One!"

"Michael Myers, one!"

"Michael Myers, one!"

People kept joining in this pointless barrage of comments.

Wu Heng simply turned off the live stream and browsed the comments in the related video section:

"Are you all insane? He's just a serial killer, and you're worshipping him like this?" a rational person questioned.

However, the replies below were filled with rebuttals, with many even defending Wu Heng:

"So what if he's a serial killer? Did he kill you?"

"Where were you when Corey was being bullied at school? His tutor helped him, and all you did was talk!"

"The Fear Mentor can grant us power and gold. Can you give me that? If you can give me 50, I'll worship you. If not, shut up!"

"Michael Myers, one! No explanation needed."

"How interesting!" Wu Heng chuckled and turned off his phone.

Then, among the countless strands of terrifying emotional links, Chu Keying's fear was discerned, and through it, a connection was established with her.

"You've done a good job so far. Keep investing in Laurie Strode, but you'd better leave Haddonfield for now. Things won't be peaceful around that town anytime soon."

"Don't let this affect you and cause your investment to go down the drain."

Chu Keying, who was at a hotel near Laurie Strode's house helping Laurie Strode proofread her manuscript, nodded and said "Oh" upon hearing this.

Wu Heng didn't say anything more, disconnected the connection, and continued on his way.

The evening of the second day,

Wu Heng finally arrived at the legendary Camp Crystal Lake.

He discovered,

Humanity never seems to learn its lesson; this place, where countless tragedies have occurred, has yet to be sealed off.

It even seems to possess a unique, terrifying allure, constantly drawing more and more people in, like moths to a flame.

Life is like weeds, one crop after another, never to be eradicated.

At this time, Wu Heng was not using Michael Myers's appearance.

On his journey, a long-haired, tattooed young man blocked his way, wanting to hitch a ride.

In a good mood, Wu Heng let the man into his car. The man then pulled out a dagger and told Wu Heng that he was having financial difficulties and wanted to be friends with him, while also borrowing all the money he had on him.

Out of consideration for his friend, Wu Heng helped him permanently solve his financial difficulties and incidentally picked up a skin in return.

The person he was pretending to be was the young man who stopped the car.

After glancing around,

With an indifferent expression, Wu Heng squeezed into the bustling Camp Crystal Lake, where a large crowd was gathered.

In the open space in the middle of the crowd,

A beautifully made-up, dark-haired Gypsy girl with delicate features is performing magic.

"Look closely, everyone. This is an iron ladle, and there's no rope on it."

The girl placed the spoon on the table, ran her hand over the space above it to indicate that it was not tied with any rope, then looked around at the crowd and announced loudly:

"To put everyone's mind at ease, let's now select an audience member and check again."

The Gypsy girl's eyes scanned the crowd, and Wu Heng, who was at least two meters tall, immediately caught her attention.

"Then please have this tall, handsome young man who just arrived help with the examination!"

"He just arrived here, he's definitely not one of my shills."

The girl extended an invitation gesture to Wu Heng.