Eerie Skin

Wu Heng looked at the rest area, the slogans on the tree branches, and the Michael Myers logo printed on the clothes of these people.

"When did I become a moral compass? That's outrageous!"

He simply couldn't fathom what these people were thinking. Was it because they hadn't witnessed Wu Heng kill anyone, or because it wasn't them who had died?

Inside the rest area, a group of tired people were gathered together, drinking alcohol.

The area must have just been renovated; the original vines and tree trunks have all been piled up around the perimeter, forming a natural fence.

As Wu Heng walked over, near the campfire by the fence, a group of women were waving at him.

"Hey, handsome, come here!" three of the girls shouted.

Wu Heng ignored these people.

He was simply scanning his surroundings, searching for any trace of Jason Voorhees.

However, nothing had clearly happened here, otherwise these people wouldn't be so calm.

There were so many people wandering around the woods tonight!

Moreover, a large portion of these people idolize Wu Heng and provide him with a sense of terror.

In a sense, she was one of his people.

Wu Heng thought of this and came up with a solution.

He began to carefully sense the dense network of fear links in his mind, and narrowed their scope to this forest.

I'm carefully observing where the fear is disappearing.

But from an outsider's perspective,

He stood still, motionless.

Those around the campfire, seeing that Wu Heng was ignoring them, turned back out of boredom and continued their conversation.

"Found it!"

Wu Heng suddenly realized that in the forest to the southeast, there were three terrifying emotions, sticking together very tightly, almost touching each other.

I have no idea what those three people are doing.

However, two of those emotions vanished instantly.

The remaining group was running rapidly towards the camp, and the distance was not far, only about two hundred meters.

The surrounding noise was so loud that it drowned out the other person's voice.

As he approached within a hundred meters, the emotion completely dissipated, but Wu Heng had already pointed his right ear in that direction and listened carefully.

He heard the scream abruptly stop, and the approaching sounds of branches and vines snapping.

Wu Heng knew that the thing that killed those three people was It Comes!

At this time, in this place, without any gunshots, who else could have killed three people instantly besides Jason Voorhees?

So Wu Heng also lifted his foot and took the initiative to walk southeast, intending to intercept the other party.

Just as Wu Heng approached the fence,

A Black woman with dreadlocks, clearly high on her liquor, staggered to her feet from the campfire, carrying a bottle of alcohol.

Then, frolicking around, they blocked the fence, which was Wu Heng's path forward.

Even from ten meters away, he shouted at Wu Heng:

"Trying to run? Where do you think you can run to? Hey kid, I told you to come over and have a chat, why aren't you coming? Are you disrespecting Gemma?"

"Come on, take off your mask and let me see what you look like."

"Otherwise, I'll give you, you little murderer, an exorcism today, ha! Heh! Ha!"

The black girl with dreadlocks was talking when she started gesturing wildly on the spot.

He performed a set of exorcism gestures that resembled those of someone possessed, somewhat similar to the style found in Indonesia.

But Wu Heng could tell that she was obviously acting out because she was drunk.

Most importantly, Wu Heng did not sense any terrifying emotions connected to him from her; this black woman was just someone joining in the fun at the party.

He still ignored the drunk woman and stood quietly waiting.

The dreadlocked black woman thought she had intimidated Wu Heng, but in reality, Wu Heng was looking into the darkness of the forest behind her.

"Tch, stop pretending to be aloof and not saying a word. Do you really think you're Michael Myers?"

"I'm just here to tell you, don't take yourself too seriously!" Blackie was completely enraged by Wu Heng's silence and shouted angrily.

Just then, a cracking sound It Comes from the forest fence behind her.

The fence formed by branches and vines was easily knocked aside.

A figure standing 1.9 meters tall, with a deformed, rotting head, wearing tattered clothes covered in mud, and a yellow, filthy-looking hockey mask.

He strode in from outside the fence.

In his hand he held a machete stained with blood.

"Fuck you, I'm talking to you, give me some response!" The black woman cursed, but was also attracted by the voice behind her. She turned around and looked over. "Oh, It Comes newbie!"

Then he continued speaking to Wu Heng:

"What are you pretending for? You think you're the only one with a good outfit? Look at this new guy!"

"These mud-stained clothes, these knives smeared with red dye, and this distressed mask—they perfectly match my image of a serial killer. Compared to him, you're like a baby."

"I'm not just referring to your baby-like appearance; look at other people's enormous features, yours doesn't even show!"

After saying that, the black woman glared at Wu Heng, who was still silent, gave him a crooked, irregular middle finger, and then turned and walked towards Jason Voorhees.

It resembles a proud black peacock, striking a pose as if in a dance.

Wu Heng waited silently, intending to observe Jason Voorhees's combat strength.

As the black woman approached, she reached out to touch Jason Voorhees's machete.

Jason Voorhees suddenly moved, his right arm swinging up instantly, slashing down in a wide arc.

Like an axe chopping down Stake, the sound of the black woman's bones breaking rang out, and she was instantly cleaved in two, her split body scattering to both sides.

When it landed, it was a full three meters away from Jason Voorhees.

The girl died without even having a chance to scream.

Jason Voorhees's knife, after cleaving the black woman's body, continued its momentum and sank deep into the ground.

It's clear that he still had plenty of strength left.

Wu Heng showed no reaction to the uncomfortable scene before him.

Instead, he revealed a hint of relief, because he now had a clear understanding of Jason Voorhees's power.

This kind of force would basically injure an ordinary person upon contact, or kill them if grazed. Ordinary people would be unable to fight back with a knife or block it with a weapon.

Add to that Jason Voorhees's immortality, and he becomes even more troublesome.

No wonder he was able to become a serial killer in Crystal Lake for decades, yet he was still not eliminated by some exorcism organizations.

"Help! Someone's dead! Someone's killing someone!"

"A killer It Comes! There really is a killer at Crystal Lake! Everyone run!"

"Oh my God, Michael Myers, please save me!" Someone saw him and Wu Heng, who was standing still, suddenly shouted loudly.

Of course, those who were shouting didn't expect Wu Heng to be the real Michael Myers.

Wu Heng turned his head and glanced at the person pleading for help; it was one of his fear worshippers.

Although he stood still, Jason Voorhees couldn't hold back any longer. After spotting Wu Heng, who was closest to him, he rushed up with his machete.

You look very anxious!

Wu Heng pulled out a chef's knife and blocked Jason Voorhees's sweeping machete.

However, the fragile chef's knife was instantly cleaved in two, leaving only the handle, which barely managed to stop Jason Voorhees's attack.

Wu Heng kicked Jason Voorhees's right wrist, sending the machete flying into the air. Even the back of Jason Voorhees's hand was dented from the kick.

The clashing of feet and hands produced a dull, leathery sound, like the beating of drums.

Wu Heng felt like he had kicked a rubber band.

Jason Voorhees's physique is now almost on par with his, as evidenced by the fact that Jason Voorhees can cleave and send people flying with that knife that's as thin as a sheet of iron.

It was less of a split and more of a smash that cracked the human body.

Wu Heng kicked Jason Voorhees away again and caught the machete falling from the sky.

"You have to pay for damaging other people's property."

He held the machete in his hand, weighed it in his hand; the hilt was sticky with undried mud and blood, and it didn't feel good to the touch.

"Fine, here you go!" Wu Heng threw the knife directly at Jason Voorhees, the tip piercing Jason Voorhees's stomach.

By this time, everyone in the rest area had already fled.

Jason Voorhees's dismemberment was so visually horrifying that it exceeded the psychological tolerance of many.

This has caused many people to experience intense psychological and physiological discomfort.

Wu Heng made a clenching motion in the air with his right hand, and a spiked hammer appeared.

In ' Halloween ',

Michael Myers didn't just use a chef's knife; he also used a hammer, an axe, and telephone wire. Wu Heng felt that using a nail head hammer wasn't excessive.

"Pick up your weapons and fight a fair fight!" he said coldly.

Jason Voorhees was about to draw his machete, which was sheathed in his hand.

A hammer studded with nails was already hurtling towards them.

It struck the hilt again, driving the blade back into Jason Voorhees's abdomen, the blade piercing through his body.

Jason Voorhees still reached out, as if to draw his knife.

Wu Heng swung his hammer again and again without stopping, causing Jason Voorhees to be unable to exert his full strength.

Jason Voorhees couldn't speak, but his breathing grew heavier and heavier, like that of an enraged bull.

Finally, he simply gave up on reaching for the machete hidden in his body and lunged at Wu Heng with his bare hands.

As Wu Heng swung his right-hand mace, he simultaneously gripped his left hand, and another iron hammer appeared.

Two large hammers,

They all slammed into Jason Voorhees, who was lunging at them with his arms outstretched.

It was smashed so hard that it flew backwards for a good ten meters, until it slammed into a tree trunk as thick as a bucket, scraping off a large patch of bark before the force stopped.

Taking advantage of the distance he had traveled, Jason Voorhees finally had time to recover and reached out to pull the machete out of his abdomen.

Then, the blade that pierced his body pinned him to the tree, and his body, about a foot off the ground, finally fell to the ground.

"Give up, Jason Voorhees, you're tired!"

Wu Heng lunged forward and slammed the hammer down hard on Jason Voorhees's stomach, like a pumpkin being mashed up.

The flesh and blood around Jason Voorhees's stomach were squeezed to the edge and then splattered out.

The powerful hammer smashed through Jason Voorhees's abdomen, revealing the tree core on his back, its bark scraped off.

The pure white tree core was stained black by Jason Voorhees's filthy blood.

Wu Heng smashed Jason Voorhees's right hand with another hammer blow, knocking the knife out of Jason's hand, and continued to smash Jason Voorhees's joints.

With the support of the large tree, Jason Voorhees's hands and feet were smashed, but most of the tree trunk was also smashed off, almost breaking completely.

Then Wu Heng took out an alloy coffin from the Life Box.

Jason Voorhees, whose body was shattered but whose wounds were still moving and healing, was placed in a coffin.

The coffin was filled with fine iron sand.

After Jason Voorhees was put inside, fine sand overflowed and spread to the ground.

The remaining iron shot,

It seeped into every crevice of Jason Voorhees's body, effectively restricting his movement.

Wu Heng closed the coffin lid, hoisted the coffin onto his shoulder with one hand, and walked out of the forest.

Meanwhile, at the Camp Crystal Lake, people in the campfire rest area Scream and ran to the stage, vigorously shaking the already high-spirited crowd.

Upon hearing that a real serial killer had appeared, many people who had never seen Jason Voorhees before became excited.

"You mean that the murderer also wears a mask, like a hockey mask, and is incredibly strong?"

"Yes, there are so many of us in the rest area, you can't be mistaken!"

"That serial killer was just incredibly strong, able to cleave a person in two with a single blow, but he didn't demonstrate any other special abilities?"

A burly man wearing Silence Mask, with a black scorpion tattooed on his neck and its tail wrapped around his face, asked in a muffled voice.

Behind him stood several burly men, all of whom wore black leather gloves on their left hands.

At the scene, many people wearing masks gathered in small groups, exchanging glances.

Many people's expressions turned excited.

They even suspected that of the seven masks Michael Myers mentioned, this serial killer also possessed one.

Thinking of this, many people pulled out various firearms, from machetes to AK47s, and even grenade launchers.

Then everyone rubbed their hands together, eager to get started, and hurried towards the rest area, only to find no one there.

Even the black woman's body and the blood on the ground were not found.

Only outside the fence, a large, smashed, and teetering tree seemed to testify that what had happened here was real.

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"The muscles were stiff, and the blood was black, essentially ceasing to flow in the blood vessels."

"It feels somewhat like Zombie."

In Crystal Lake Town, Wu Heng has already rented a villa.

At that moment, he was in the basement, studying Jason Voorhees.

On the table covered with plastic sheeting, there lay an arm and a leg.

There was a pile of dead white mice nearby, with black bits of flesh at the corners of their mouths.

Wu Heng sighed and threw the black, turbid blood from the container into the trash can.

Although Jason Voorhees's body can continuously produce blood, his immortality does not come from his blood, but from some kind of curse.

His physical strength comes from his muscles; his blood is just something Jason Voorhees discarded.

It's like the blood of Zombie.

Wu Heng had previously tried to use Spirit Binding to enslave Jason Voorhees, but failed. However, it did make Jason Voorhees more obedient, as if his brain had been interfered with.

Considering Jason Voorhees's ability to regenerate and his immortality,

His expression shifted, he opened the coffin, and used a knife to make a long cut on Jason Voorhees's body.

Then the ability to Skin Graft was used.

Immediately afterwards, a piece of Jason Voorhees's skin was actually peeled off.

The skin, held in Wu Heng's hand, still writhed like a lizard's severed tail, seemingly trying to cling to Wu Heng's arm.

Find a body that can be covered.

Seeing this, Wu Heng opened the wooden door to the secret room next door. Inside was a clueless local thug who tried to extort protection money from Wu Heng, the new tenant. Wu Heng didn't object and gave him a chance.

If he survives, he will gain wealth far exceeding the protection fee.

"Waaah!"

Bound by chains and handcuffs, his mouth gagged, the gaunt white smoker whimpered in terror when he saw the strange skin in Wu Heng's hand.

His eyes widened, and he shook his head incessantly, the chains rattling loudly as they were pulled.

"You look lifeless; it's time to pay the price!"

"As long as you're alive, there will be surprises."

As Wu Heng spoke, he slipped the wriggling Jason Voorhees skin from his hand onto the other person's body.

The skin instantly covered and contracted, adhering perfectly to the surface; even the cut wound began to heal.