Aberrant Mutation

Wu Heng picked up the camera and was recording the changes in the skinny, white smoker.

At this moment, the smoker looked as if he had been put into a vacuum bag.

It felt as if the air was being sucked away; Jason Voorhees's skin seeped into his clothes, clinging tightly to every inch of his flesh.

He let out a painful cry.

The tone gradually changed from an ordinary middle-aged voice to a hoarse roar, as if celebrating the birth of evil.

His facial features were also distorted from being squeezed, making him look like a child with congenital deformities.

A thin, flesh-like membrane forms on the outside of its body.

At this moment, Wu Heng sensed a sinister and chilling aura emanating from the smoker, an aura that did not belong to a living person.

As the aroma grew stronger...

After being enveloped in the fleshy membrane and remaining motionless for a full three minutes, the white smoker began to move again.

Wu Heng focused his gaze, carefully observing the other person's changes.

With a slight pull to the sides, the handcuffs on the other person's arms easily broke free.

It continued to wave its hand, tearing apart the thin membrane on the surface of its body, just like tearing open a soft layer of a spider sac.

Its distorted body was revealed, along with completely black pupils. It surveyed the room before fixing its gaze on Wu Heng, its eyes filled with icy coldness and death.

It was as if Wu Heng was already a dead man in its eyes.

He then took a step and walked towards Wu Heng.

With its first step, the ropes binding its waist and the chains on its feet—constraints that could bind an ordinary person until they rotted away—were instantly torn apart.

This strength and physique have exceeded the limits of the human body.

He's comparable to Jason Voorhees in some ways.

Wu Heng took two steps back, still filming with his camera, and tentatively called out:

"Jason Voorhees?"

After all, the other person's deformed face, shiny bald head, and cold aura, apart from height and skin color, made him look exactly like Jason Voorhees.

Wu Heng even suspected that this was Jason Voorhees, who had been bound, being reborn in another body!

But his shouts did not elicit any response from the white smoker.

So Wu Heng said again:

"Audi Magee?"

This name was the identification he found in the smoker's pocket; it had the smoker's photo and name on it.

The mutated smoker, who had initially moved stiffly but whose steps were now becoming increasingly natural and faster, suddenly paused upon hearing this name.

Wu Heng, who had been observing, discovered that

A faint ripple appeared in the other person's dark pupils, but it was instantly replaced by a cold gaze.

That faint trace of life force was completely extinguished.

At this moment, the chilling aura emanating from the smoker intensified once more, making him resemble a Zombie buried underground for a hundred years.

Its skin and muscles also turned bluish-black.

"Your name is Audie McGee, do you remember me?" Wu Heng asked again.

This time, without pausing, Yan Lao stomped on the coffee table blocking his path and headed straight for Wu Heng.

"Was the last vestige of consciousness stimulated, only to be completely extinguished?"

Having retreated to his doorstep, Wu Heng gently waved his hand, and a terrifying atmosphere swirled within the room, creating a hallucination.

An elderly woman with gray hair and a gloomy face appeared in the room.

"My child, is that you?"

"Why aren't you guarding my remains at Crystal Lake? What are you doing It Comes?!"

"Come home quickly, my child, Mom misses you."

The old lady's expression was angry when she said the first two sentences, but her expression changed instantly when she said the last sentence, and she was full of tenderness.

This old woman is Jason Voorhees's mother, or Mrs. Voorhees, created by Wu Heng using illusions.

As this illusion appeared, the smoker paused again.

The iron coffin in the corner of the room immediately began to vibrate violently with a 'bang bang' sound, and the entire coffin was shaking incessantly.

You can see that Jason Voorhees in the video is very excited.

But at that moment, the smoker suddenly made a move. He reached out and grabbed the shoulder of the phantom of Old Lady Wolsey, tearing it in two. Blood, along with a steaming mass of internal organs, spilled all over the ground.

This unexpected turn of events caused the entire iron coffin to instantly jerk a foot off the ground, almost as if it were about to jump up.

One can only imagine how angry and agitated Jason Voorhees was inside the coffin!

Wu Heng's eyes lit up slightly.

"Influenced by Jason Voorhees's skin, he transformed into Jason Voorhees, but isn't he completely Jason Voorhees?"

He initially thought Jason Voorhees was being reborn through a transference of his body, since Jason Voorhees had done that before, but now it seems that's not the case.

Wu Heng manipulated a drop of blood to fly out, using his Spirit Binding ability, but the result was the same as when he used it on Jason Voorhees —it was still somewhat lacking, and he failed to enslave the other party.

"Alright, you can stay where you are for now!"

Wu Heng created a game-like illusion for Yan Lao, replacing the fruit with living beings. Yan Lao then stood there, waving his arms and legs excitedly.

Then he walked to the corner and opened the iron coffin.

Jason Voorhees, inside the coffin, sat bolt upright, like a cold machine being activated.

Iron sand flowed down his body and onto the ground.

Jason Voorhees's skin, which had been peeled off, had now completely healed, and he had no other injuries.

Jason Voorhees, freed from his restraints

Ignoring Wu Heng standing to the side, he reached out and lifted the lid of the iron coffin beside him as if he were carrying a two-meter-long cleaver, and walked straight toward the smoker.

I don't know if it was because of the hatred for tearing my mother apart in the hallucination just now, or because I felt that I couldn't beat Wu Heng,

In short, Jason Voorhees went to cause trouble for the smoker first.

This made Wu Heng feel ignored.

However, after witnessing Jason Voorhees's actions, he simply dispelled the smoker's illusion.

After finishing the fruit-peeling game, the smoker saw Jason Voorhees's menacing appearance and pounced on him as well.

The two seemed to be natural-born mortal enemies.

'Bang--!'

With a loud clang of metal clashing, Jason Voorhees sent the smoker flying, slamming him against the concrete wall and cracking it.

Jason Voorhees brandished the enormous coffin lid, looking like a heavily armored tank.

Wu Heng simply pulled over a chair and sat down, filming while enjoying the 'Real vs. Fake Jason Voorhees Showdown'.

The smoker pried himself off the wall and charged at Jason Voorhees again.

Another loud bang.

Jason Voorhees grabbed him by the huge door panel and slammed it down on his head from top to bottom.

The floor of Wu Heng's newly purchased villa has completely shattered.

The smoker's legs were so badly injured that only his knees were still touching the ground; the rest of his legs had sunk into the foundation.

Jason Voorhees is not some kind of murderer who would back down while he's ahead.

'Bang! Bang! Bang!'

A continuous series of knocking sounds rang out.

Before he could even pull his leg out, the smoker was transformed into a human nail, and Jason Voorhees, who had swung the coffin lid out of the shadows, slammed him completely into the solid foundation.

Only a shiny top of his head and arms that stood straight up on either side of his ears, like two antennas, were visible.

Jason Voorhees swung his sword again, smashing both arms, which slumped to the ground like nail heads.

Having lost Smoker as his target, Jason Voorhees turned his attention back to Wu Heng.

Wu Heng smiled faintly and said:

"Have you had enough fun?"

"Then go back to your coffin!"

Seemingly sensing the mockery, Jason Voorhees clasped one end of the coffin lid together and charged towards Wu Heng like a siege engine.

It then plunged straight into the iron coffin.

Wu Heng had already used terror to construct an illusion, Jason Voorhees had been affected. He rushed towards Wu Heng's location, but instead, he crashed into the coffin.

As Jason Voorhees reached the location of the coffin, he instantly stood up, reached out and snatched the coffin lid.

And casually pulled it out,

Jason Voorhees was shoved into the coffin like a golf ball, and the lid was then fastened tightly.

Inside the room, only the sound of the coffin trembling could be heard.

One-dimensional physical or energy-based abilities are far too lacking in variation and flexibility compared to uncanny powers, making them completely susceptible to manipulation.

Wu Heng placed the coffin into the second layer of the Life Box, which was the space where the Swine Elixir was located.

The small space on the first floor contained only his physical body, magical artifacts such as the Evil Spirit Sword, and a large amount of gold coins.

There is a spatial membrane separating them; without his will, it cannot be penetrated.

'Click!'

The smoker, who had been shoved underground, somehow managed to crack the ground with his own strength and was about to crawl out of the foundation.

The physical injuries have fully healed.

Wu Heng quickly stepped forward and stomped on its head to immobilize it.

Then he cut open its scalp with a knife, reached out and grabbed it.

The smoker's entire skin was ripped off again.

As the skin is removed

The remaining body underground suddenly stopped moving and emitted a putrid stench, like rotting, decaying flesh.

The skin in Wu Heng's hand didn't possess any vitality like Jason Voorhees's skin.

It's just a regular dead skin.

"It seems that only Jason Voorhees himself can transmit this curse of immortality."

"Moreover, the recipient will lose their own consciousness and be interfered with by parts of Jason Voorhees's consciousness, thus forming a new serial killer."

"This part of consciousness likely exists within Jason Voorhees's skin, which is why his skin is active."

"But the new killer is not Jason Voorhees, but a new entity, and Jason Voorhees's mortal enemy."

"It's somewhat similar to the innate repulsion between the original and the clone."

"This derivative serial killer, although possessing the characteristics of immortality and superhuman strength, and able to heal from injuries to the flesh and skin, will still die if it loses all its skin in an instant."

"It has its flaws, but they are within acceptable limits."

Wu Heng simply stepped into the existing hole again and buried it on the spot.

Then he repeatedly played back the recorded video, constantly observing the smoker's transformation process.

Furthermore, some speculations were made regarding its changes.

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He paused the video at 7 minutes and 21 seconds.

That is, the moment when the smoker is enveloped by the fleshy membrane.

This is the most crucial juncture in the transformation process.

Wu Heng stared at the scene, and a guess formed in his mind.

He checked the time; it was already 6:46 PM, and it was getting dark.

So he turned around and went out, wandering around the alley twice.

This place is full of people who make a living by stealing and cheating in the shadows. Wu Heng only slightly flaunted his wealth, and he It Comes two test subjects.

These people don't even use their brains. Why would someone dare to bring wealth to a place like this? Do they have some kind of powerful backing?

Wu Heng returned to the house and went to the basement.

He opened the coffin and tore off two more sets of Jason's Skin, still full of life.

Jason Voorhees has a good healing ability. Every time he loses skin, the surface of his muscles secretes a pale yellow, transparent mucus that turns into a gel-like substance in just a few seconds.

Then it quickly solidifies, forming new skin.

Basically, every minute, Jason Voorhees is able to recover from a muscular state to being completely unharmed.

In other words, theoretically, Jason Voorhees can provide a new skin every minute.

Wu Heng then slipped two sets of skin, which resembled worms and were constantly writhing, onto the bodies of the two newly captured black robbers.

He continued to observe.

The exact same thing that happened to the smoker is gradually happening.

The moment the flesh membrane formed on their bodies and a chilling aura appeared,

Wu Heng pricked his finger, letting two drops of blood drip out. Under the control of the outer layer of Spirit-Touch Power, the blood flew straight towards the two of them.

The ' Spirit Binding ' ability is activated.

This time, the blood was completely integrated, and Wu Heng's mind also revealed his control over the two people in front of him.

"It's done!" Wu Heng thought to himself.

But their transformation continues.

Until their faces became deformed, and the chilling aura emanating from them gradually stabilized.

With Wu Heng's laissez-faire attitude

Instinctively, the two tore through their flesh and broke free from the ropes binding them.

Feeling absolute control over the two, Wu Heng gave an order: for them to fight.

The moment the command was given, the two began to fight each other.

The floorboards shattered beneath my feet, the body of the car crashing into the bookshelf, and the corner of the wall, smashed open to reveal the concrete and steel reinforcement.

This confirms that the two puppets controlled by Wu Heng possess power no less than that of Yan Lao.

At this moment, the two stood quietly beside Wu Heng, remaining silent, like professional bodyguards.

"Now that the plan has succeeded, we need to find more people to participate in the transformation!"

Wu Heng sat on the sofa and thought for a moment about where to look for the person.

Although people are everywhere,

But there's no need for him to incur public wrath by arbitrarily arresting passersby.

Ideally, they should be villains; such people, after their transformation, become even more vicious.

If you were to ask where the most evil people are,

That naturally refers to prisons in various places, especially those holding life sentences.

Thinking of this, Wu Heng immediately took out his phone and started searching.

He is currently in the Crystal Lake Town, Minnesota, and the nearest prison to him is the Delos ADX Prison.

"They only imprison serious offenders, more than 80% of whom are sentenced to life imprisonment. Ordinary people simply don't qualify to be imprisoned there?"

Wu Heng looked at the online description of the prison and a satisfied expression appeared on his face. This was exactly the place he was looking for.

He would grant freedom to those severely tortured criminals.

In ways beyond their comprehension.

Looking at the distance, it's a full 689 kilometers.

So he immediately set off, with the two newborn serial killers following closely behind Wu Heng, acting as his bodyguards.

Just as I reached the door,

Wu Heng heard the commotion outside the door; three police cars, their sirens blaring, stopped in front of his house.

"You've finally It Comes! Something happened at his house; there were screams and an explosion, keeping my husband from getting any rest. I suspect it was robbers!"

An old woman's voice, hoarse and sticky, came from the road to the left of Wu Heng's house. It was Wu Heng's neighbor, an elderly woman.

"Madam, please go home first. There might be danger here. We'll go check the situation now."

After speaking, the six policemen, armed and with serious expressions, cautiously approached the gate.

Wu Heng opened the door expressionlessly, and walked out with two bodyguards.

He openly brushed past the group of police officers who were crouching down, looking nervous, and slowly approaching the door.

The other party seemed completely unaware of Wu Heng and his companions, still gripping their guns tightly with both hands as they staggered forward.

"The door is open. Cover each other, let's go in."

"Report: There's no one inside, but there are signs of a struggle; the scene looks like it's been smashed by machinery!"

"People inside, get out quickly! You're surrounded!"

Wu Heng casually drove off in one of the police cars parked at the entrance.