The Resurrected Jason Voorhees

Wu Heng did not refuse, squeezed into the venue, picked up the soup spoon and examined it carefully. He tried to touch it with his Spirit-Touch Power and found that it was indeed just an ordinary alloy soup spoon.

There are no hidden doors or materials used for disguise.

"Don't blink, everyone! Let's begin!"

The girl took the soup spoon that Wu Heng had inspected, placed it flat on the table, then bent down, revealing a glimpse of her fair skin, and stared intently at the spoon:

"Get up, get up, get up!"

As she shouted, the soup spoon spun around and slowly floated into the air, about a foot above the table.

"Wow, it actually It Comes!" the crowd exclaimed.

"Hehe, guess what else It Comes too!" A bald, middle-aged man with his hands in his pockets chuckled lewdly.

Wu Heng stood to the side of the girl, staring intently at the soup spoon.

A hint of interest flickered in his eyes.

Because he was certain that this wasn't magic, but rather a superpower from the girl, similar to telekinesis.

Wu Heng thought about it carefully.

As far as I can remember, in the ' A Nightmare on Elm Street ' and ' Friday the 13th ' film series,

They are all characters who have appeared in the story and possess mild superpowers.

He waited until the Gypsies finished their performance, then followed the girl to their large tent where they were resting.

"Sir, the performance is over!" A burly man with sallow skin blocked the doorway, his face unfriendly, cautiously staring at the tall Wu Heng as he reminded him.

"I'm looking for her." Wu Heng turned his head and looked at the Gypsy girl who was wiping the patterns off her face.

Hearing Wu Heng's words, the girl wiped her face with a towel before opening her eyes and recognizing Wu Heng. She said, "Uncle Ang, let him in."

"Hey buddy, you're pretty handsome, but just so you know, I'm still a minor, you know what I mean!"

The girl looked at Wu Heng, whose expression was indifferent.

As a girl who had been performing in society for a long time, she knew in her heart that the other party was definitely not looking for her because of this, but she still deliberately changed the subject.

I want your blood!

"Here's a gold bar and a check. You can choose one. I want 300 milliliters of blood."

Wu Heng stared into the girl's eyes, sensing her thoughts, and without any pleasantries, went straight to the point.

He took out a gold bar about the length of a finger and a check for $20,000 from his pocket.

"I want both, here's 600 ml!"

The girl reached out to protect two items on the table, staring at Wu Heng.

Wu Heng nodded calmly.

"Uncle Ang, please get the bag of blood plasma I had drawn ten days ago from the second compartment of the refrigerator."

"I'll draw another 300cc, is that okay?" The girl's eyes were sly, but then she sensed something was amiss and added, "Someone bought my blood before, wanting to do research, so I just draw some to keep on hand for convenience."

"Yes, as long as it's your own blood."

Wu Heng simply wanted to confirm whether the girl's blood contained any psychic power.

"If you still need blood, you can wait half a month!"

"The topic of serial killers has been quite popular lately, so we're extending the performance at this serial killer camp by a week. We won't be leaving for the time being," the girl said again, seeing that Wu Heng seemed to have plenty of money.

Wu Heng didn't say anything more, waiting for the girl to hand him the drawn blood. Just before leaving the tent, he turned back and said:

Beware of greed!

Then he left without looking back.

Although Wu Heng was also greedy, every time he was greedy, he would imagine the worst possible outcome and then make a plan.

And the greed of this Gypsy group,

They never considered what they would do if they encountered the serial killer Jason Voorhees.

That's the real problem!

Just like some people who are always blindly chasing evil and the bizarre,

They never considered whether they had any means to cope with the strange events they actually encountered, or how they should survive.

Lord Ye's love of dragons was nothing more than a case of being terrified of them.

Wu Heng clearly remembers that in the Jason Voorhees movie series,

In one story, a girl with a weak telekinetic ability arrives at Camp Crystal Lake. Her telekinetic power unintentionally stimulates Jason Voorhees in the water, causing Jason Voorhees to awaken and wreak havoc.

Of course, Wu Heng's purpose here was to find Jason Voorhees.

Night had fallen.

The moonlight was obscured by thick clouds, with only a faint ray filtering through the treetops, bestowing a touch of radiance upon the forest.

In the quiet air,

The distant growls of wild beasts echoed intermittently, as if something unknown lurked in the darkness. The tall, eerie trees rustled in the shadows, as if whispering secrets and plotting something.

Wu Heng continued walking deeper into the forest.

His face was veiled in Silence Mask, and his footsteps trod on fallen leaves and withered branches made no sound, like a ghost.

The blood plasma bag he was holding was quickly drying out.

A strange, faint energy flowed through Wu Heng's fingers and into his entire body, as if giving him a full-body massage.

He discovered that the outermost layer of the Spirit-Touch Power surrounding him, like a melted block of ice, had changed.

It's as if a catalyst has been added, along with some fixed elements, and some of it has even become connected to reality.

The outer layer of his Spirit-Touch Power, which had been condensed, suddenly became illusory, expanding to his entire body and extending within a ten-foot radius. Everything within that area was reflected in his mind.

However, this part can no longer be integrated into the solid part.

"This looks like a piece of sugar melted a little bit and then mashed into a marshmallow!"

Wu Heng, sensing the changes within himself, complained.

With a slight thought, a branch on the ground rose up without any wind and flew into his hand.

He then used the Spirit-Touch Power to manipulate terrifying emotions.

The terrifying emotions surrounding him, within the range of his Spirit-Touch Power, no longer resembled bullets, but rather flying swords under his control, freely turning, covering, and swirling.

There was no further energy dissipation.

"Not bad, I just happened to be passing by and did something casually, and I actually gained something." Wu Heng felt that at least today's efforts weren't in vain, and he had become a little stronger.

He could now faintly hear the sound of water; deep in the woods ahead, there was a patch of shimmering silver water.

Wu Heng quickened his pace again.

We've arrived at Crystal Lake!

He stood on the wooden dock,

He gazed silently at the lake, the moonlight shining on his mask, giving it a cold, white hue.

The lifeless lake water resembled a somber ink painting.

It was filled with a chilling atmosphere.

On this terrifying night at the dock, the air was thick with a damp, salty, and rotten smell, as if something was lurking in the shadows.

They waited patiently for their prey to arrive.

Every corner was filled with a chilling, suffocating sense of death.

"Jason Voorhees!"

"It's time."

Wu Heng murmured something, extending the transformed Spirit-Touch Power into the lake, stirring the water below the dock and turning it into a small whirlpool the size of a washbasin.

Since the characters in the movie were able to trigger Jason Voorhees's resurrection using only their telekinetic powers, enough to lift a single electrical wire,

He can definitely do it now!

Crystal Lake is quite large, after all. Jason Voorhees has been out of the public eye for two years; who knows where he's been swept away by the underwater currents?

It would take quite a while to find it.

but,

A full half hour passed.

Beneath Wu Heng's white mask, the faint upturn of his lips, the once confident smile, gradually stiffened, and he It Comes.

Because the shimmering, calm lake surface is like a lifeless mirror.

Nothing happened!

On the lonely dock, only Wu Heng stood there, a damp and chilly breeze gently brushing against Wu Heng face.

It was as if they were slapping him in the face and mocking him.

"Let's try again, let's do it for another half hour!"

Wu Heng comforted himself and continued to stand on the dock, stirring the lake water beneath the wooden planks.

Until a full hour had passed,

He could no longer hold back; terror surged into the lake like a curtain covering the sky, crashing everywhere along the undercurrents, causing fish and frogs with their eyes rolled back to float to the surface.

"Jason Voorhees, come out here!"

A sense of terror, carrying Wu Heng's inexplicable roar, traveled through the bottom of the lake.

Sudden,

Wu Heng's ears twitched; he sensed something approaching from the woods.

He immediately turned his head and stared in the direction to his right.

After a short while,

A young couple, dressed in swimsuits and wearing masks, walked out from behind a tree, arm in arm. They were taken aback when they saw Wu Heng.

"Wow, buddy, I didn't see you at tonight's 'Drink Until You Die Masked Party'! Your makeup was so realistic!"

"That's absolutely amazing!"

One of the young men, wearing a lion mask and sporting a four-pack, exclaimed excitedly.

The girl wearing a horse head hat next to the young man also let go of his hand, picked up the phone hanging in the gap of her chest, and hurriedly handed it to him.

He then walked over to Wu Heng and said to the young man:

"Hart, quick, take a picture of me and Michael Myers together!"

"Of all the hundreds of Michael Myers at tonight's party, this one is the most realistic; he looks exactly like the one in the video."

Wu Heng was somewhat bewildered upon hearing this.

'A masked party? Hundreds of Michael Myers? What the hell?!'

"Rikki, you haven't even asked her if she'd like to work with you!" said the young man named Hart helplessly.

But Rikki completely ignored her boyfriend's words, instead looking Wu Heng up and down as if searching for something.

"Michael Myers, where's your knife?"

She eventually found the chef's knife in Wu Heng's work uniform pocket, took it out, and handed it to Wu Heng.

"Yes, that's it. Put the knife to my neck. I'll count to 3, 2, 1. Hart, get ready."

Rikki removed the brown horse head hood, revealing golden wavy hair, and made a scared face at the camera.

"Where is that Bal Masqué you're talking about?"

After taking the photo, Wu Heng put the knife back in the pocket near his stomach and asked in a deep voice.

"Oh, it's the 'Murderer's Masquerade Party' held at the camp across the lake. It was organized online, It Comes at least a thousand people there. Apparently, this is also an abandoned site of a murderer!"

"Michael Myers, are you lost?" Rikki explained.

Upon hearing this, Wu Heng's face darkened. This was the butterfly effect. He had a guess in his mind, but he still needed to confirm it.

But since the girl had already said it, he chimed in:

"Yes, I'm lost."

"But if the party is on the other side of the lake, why are you here?"

Rikki looked at Hart, who scratched his lion head mask. He actually just wanted to take the girl a little further away for some open-air fun.

However, this couldn't be said outright, so he gave the official reason:

"Hundreds of students from our school came to the party together. They're playing a game of pretending to be 'murderers.' Four of them have been chosen to be the killers and are chasing the rest."

"The winner of the final race will receive a convertible sponsored by ' Robin,' the rich kid in our class—that's a huge prize!"

"The rule is that we have to go around the lake to avoid it, but we paddled the life raft to the other side of the lake, so I guess that counts as going around the lake!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Heng

He simply grabbed Rikki, who was standing beside him, and with his left arm around her, he pulled her blonde hair back, forcing her head to tilt upwards.

Then he stared into Rikki's eyes and saw her memories from the past seven days reflected in them.

The party invitations she received online, her online arguments with trolls, her defense of Michael Myers, her affairs with four boys in seven days, the party locations, and the games she's playing now—all these scenes flashed through her mind like a movie.

'The scene of the tragedy, a masked party, a killer role-playing game, people scattering and running around at night.'

This group has practically every element imaginable; they're just missing the "dead" part.

"What are you doing? Let go of Lily!"

Upon seeing Wu Heng suddenly make a move, Hart's expression changed drastically, and he immediately roared angrily.

But he only got halfway through...

Then Wu Heng released Rikki again, the rest of his words stuck in his throat, making him feel a little uncomfortable.

After Rikki was released,

Instead of running away, he stood there blankly.

Wu Heng turned and walked back the way the two had come from; he already knew the coordinates of the party.

Only after Wu Heng's figure disappeared did Rikki come to her senses and murmur, "It's true. He's real!"

"What do you mean, really?"

"He's the real Michael Myers, the real Michael Myers, not an actor, he's the real deal! You know that!"

Rikki stretched out her slender arm,

He grabbed Hatton's shoulders and shook Hatton violently, speaking with a mixture of fear and excitement.

Looking back, she felt a thrill, like she had just escaped death, at the thought that she had actually let Michael Myers hold a knife to her neck.

There was even warm, wet liquid underfoot.

She was eager to share this with someone.

Feeling the intense terror emanating from the two people behind him, Wu Heng entered the river with satisfaction.

He used the newly transformed portion of his Spirit-Touch Power to prop himself up on the lake surface.

My feet touched the water, but the water only covered the soles of my shoes, making it feel like I was on land.

They quickly traversed the lake, which was at least three kilometers wide.

They walked another mile into the woods.

Then I saw a large clearing in the woods ahead, where people were bustling about, and music and noise were blaring.

As Wu Heng arrived at the party location, the surrounding surround sound system was deafening.

"Mc! Mc! Mc! Mc! Mc!" There were nearly a thousand young people in the audience, swaying their bodies back and forth and shaking their heads.

They waved their right arms incessantly in the air, shouting "Mai!" in unison.

Among these people, there were at least several hundred wearing the same ' Silence ' mask as Wu Heng.

The lead singer on stage also wore Silence Mask, while the Bes wore Scream Mask of Corey's screams.

In an industrial heavy metal rhythm similar to that of the band 'Rammstein',

The shirtless guitarist was jumping around wildly on stage, constantly shouting:

"Mc! Mc! Mc!"

In his hand, the electric guitar, with the volume knob turned up to the maximum, produced extremely fast metallic tones, as if he were playing steel bars.

"That's insane!"

Wu Heng shook his head slightly, looked around, and seeing that nothing had happened, walked towards the campfire rest area behind.

He suspected that since Jason Voorhees hadn't come out of the lake despite him stirring it up for so long, he was probably already drawn out by the group and had gone out to kill.

They weren't even home!