Jason Legion

After Wu Heng left,

After a long period of vigilance without finding anyone, the state troopers realized that one of their patrol cars was missing.

He then flew into a rage and immediately began searching.

Meanwhile, Wu Heng had already arrived at Highway 2 in Nisi, where he abandoned the police car.

After taking the two Jason Voorhees Skin-Grafters into his Life Box, he randomly selected a taxi driver by the roadside and threw a wad of US dollars at him.

"To Delos ADX Prison!"

The driver, with his tattooed arms, was disturbed. Upon seeing so many US dollars, his expression instantly changed. He quickly grabbed a wrench and glared menacingly at Wu Heng's pocket.

They seemed eager to try, with an expression that suggested they were eyeing a fat sheep.

'Snap!'

Wu Heng slapped him across the face.

Then she snatched the money back from the driver.

He then pulled out something resembling a collar, with small squares and a display screen, and after setting up the buttons,

The screen displayed a countdown of 05:59:57.

Wu Heng grabbed the driver like a chick, snapped the collar around his neck, and then said calmly:

"If you don't reach the prison within six hours, your head will explode!"

"How about you take a gamble? Maybe there's no explosives in this collar."

After saying that, Wu Heng opened the back door and sat down at an angle.

The driver looked at his empty hands, then touched the time bomb around his neck, his expression filled with regret, thinking to himself:

"If I had another chance, I would definitely bring my Desert Eagle with me today, instead of a wrench!"

He then sat in the driver's seat with a pained expression, skillfully shifting gears and accelerating.

His movements were like those of a professional race car driver.

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Five hours and fifty minutes later.

The driver, his face covered in cold sweat, used his sticky, damp hands to shift into manual mode, slammed on the brakes, and hurriedly said:

"Brother, we've arrived at the prison. Are you going to turn yourself in or break us out? There are only ten minutes left, so don't fall asleep!"

Wu Heng opened his eyes, which had been closed for rest, and looked at the scene outside the car window.

Located in a remote suburb, a high-walled, deep-roofed prison stands in the wilderness, completely isolating the inside from the outside world, creating a heavy and oppressive atmosphere.

Outside the wall, there is a 4-meter-high high-voltage wire mesh.

The prison gates were tightly shut, secured with chains and rivets.

The people in the dozens of guard posts and guardhouses around the area all looked serious and were very vigilant as they patrolled back and forth, ready to deal with any emergencies at any time.

The arrival of Wu Heng's vehicle naturally attracted their attention.

After confirming the location,

Wu Heng threw the stack of banknotes he had initially confiscated from the driver back at the driver's face, and said lazily:

"Password 444, solve it yourself."

Then push open the car door,

He walked straight toward the prison gate.

The driver stared in surprise at the money he had found, paused for a moment, then quickly entered the collar's password to unlock it.

With a snap, the collar around his neck, which had only eight minutes left, was removed.

The driver, holding him in his hand, shouted at Wu Heng's retreating figure:

"Brother, your collar!"

"Here, keep it as a souvenir!" Wu Heng's voice came, but he didn't turn around.

The driver looked at the collar in his hand, which was still counting down, and wanted to throw it away, but a hint of doubt lingered in his mind.

So they drove for about a kilometer and found a deserted riverbank.

He threw the collar, which was set to explode in three minutes, into the river and squatted on the bank, observing it quietly.

"I bet there's no explosives inside this collar!"

When the time resets to zero,

The collar exploded instantly with a loud 'boom,' blasting out four or five palm-sized fish!

The driver broke out in a cold sweat, but at the same time, he breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems a knot in my heart has been untied.

He touched the banknotes in his pocket and suddenly felt like kowtowing to Wu Heng to thank Wu Heng for sparing his life.

Wu Heng walked to the prison gate,

He sensed a terrifying aura emanating from nearby, which suddenly intensified, and guessed it was the driver.

"Halt! No ordinary people allowed near!"

The guards, who had noticed Wu Heng long ago, immediately drew their guns and pointed them at him as he approached, speaking in a cold voice.

After all, Delos Prison is one of the harshest prisons in the United States.

This place is home to the nation's most violent and dangerous criminals: molesters, robbers, serial killers. Even the shortest sentences are 20 years or more.

Those with sentences of less than 20 years are simply not eligible to enter.

This situation resulted in a large number of criminal gang leaders being imprisoned, and naturally, there were also many people who wanted to break into the prison.

"Oh, that's alright. After all, I'm not an ordinary person!"

Wu Heng was in a good mood and casually replied, but a sense of terror, like tentacles, enveloped the entire prison.

"You're right, please come in!"

The guards, who were initially on high alert, were instantly swayed by the terrifying force and changed their attitude.

As if he had met his superior, he hurriedly saluted Wu Heng and unlocked the prison door.

In the blink of an eye,

Wu Heng has completely taken over this place.

He waited with an air of nonchalance, as if on a visit, for the guards to open the gate, before calmly walking into this notoriously terrifying prison where, according to rumors, no one could ever leave.

"Oh, It Comes It Comes, hee hee hee hee!"

Inside the cramped cell made entirely of concrete, a gaunt, burly man was peering through the monitor window of the iron door at Wu Heng in the corridor, letting out a foolish laugh.

'Knock knock knock!'

Through the window of another cell, Wu Heng saw an old man sitting on the bed, repeatedly banging his head against the wall, where there were both fresh and old bloodstains.

"Most of the people here have gone mad!"

After taking a walk around the prison, Wu Heng came to a conclusion.

But this just happens to meet his needs!

Wu Heng turned to look at the cell guard who was completely ignoring him, as if he didn't exist, and continued to diligently perform his duties, and said:

"Go, child, release them all!"

The guard, his eyes glazed over, picked up the keys and opened each cell door with a blank expression.

The prison, which had been filled with wails and howls, was once again swept over by Wu Heng's terrifying emotional fluctuations.

Silence fell instantly, as if everyone had turned into corpses.

These are serious offenders who only fall into the category of ordinary people.

It was far too weak for Wu Heng's strength, like an ant, offering no resistance whatsoever.

A group of prisoners lined up,

They were like sleepwalkers, haphazardly crammed into the prison corridor.

Wu Heng flipped his hand over,

The iron coffin containing Jason Voorhees fell to the ground, making a loud metallic clang against the concrete floor.

Jason Voorhees was startled by the noise, and the coffin began to shake again.

Wu Heng simply opened the coffin lid.

Jason Voorhees suddenly stood up, but didn't move an inch, his eyes even showing a hint of fear.

Because in Jason Voorhees's line of sight,

He was soaking in the water when his mother blocked his way, scolding him not to move.

"Jason Voorhees, it's time to get to work. This isn't an easy time!"

As Wu Heng spoke, he tore off a layer of Jason's Skin.

They put it on a serious criminal.

There are 579 inmates in this prison. Jason Voorhees produces one skin per minute, which means it would take at least 579 minutes.

While busy at work, Wu Heng also stimulated Jason Voorhees, who was like a laying hen, trying to make him heal faster:

"Do you even recognize your own blood, your own flesh, Jason Voorhees?"

"This is the path you chose, the childhood you feared, the bloodlust you couldn't suppress."

"You have destroyed your humanity, allowing your cursed body to extinguish your soul, yet you consider yourself the master of Crystal Lake."

"In fact, you've built your own hell."

Wu Heng pulled with both hands, relentlessly creating and enslaving newborn Skin-Grafters. The team of murderers, transformed from hardened criminals, was constantly expanding.

Ten hours passed quickly.

Inside the prison, there was not a sound, but in the cell corridors, there were countless eerie shadows, stretched diagonally by the lamplight.

A deformed head, a chilling aura.

It sends chills down your spine.

They gathered quietly together, surrounding a burly figure, as if waiting for and worshipping him.

Wu Heng, which is already completed

Looking at the 579 undead killers surrounding him, a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"The Undying Legion is officially born!"

Wu Heng turned slightly and issued a command. All the murderers whose faces had become deformed raised their heads and turned their bodies.

"Welcome to Jason's Hell."

Wu Heng led all the murderers out of the prison.

Wu Heng requisitioned the prison's security vehicles.

He retrieved all of Jason Voorhees's into the Life Box and then returned to the direction of Crystal Lake.

Since the original Jason Voorhees has already been taken away by him,

Then we'll need to give Crystal Lake a Jason Voorhees too.

Wu Heng selected a Skin-Grafters from the Life Box who most resembled Jason Voorhees in height and build, and dispatched him to the area below Crystal Lake Wharf.

This Jason Voorhees is completely under his control.

Whether it was Freddy Krueger or someone else who came to Jason Voorhees, Wu Heng could immediately sense their intentions.

Camp Crystal Lake is bustling with activity today.

Jason Voorhees's image as a serial killer from the night before last has already been leaked, especially the mask on his face, which has sparked countless speculations.

These people watched the live stream video of the internet celebrities and became even more convinced of the seven masks and the possibility that Jason Voorhees might also obtain one.

Those who can come here are all courageous and eager for power.

Of course, there are also many criminals and scumbags among them.

As Wu Heng passed by, he also managed to snag a considerable amount of freebies.

The number of Skin-Grafters in the Life Box has increased by nearly a hundred again.

This was practically a buffet served to him, and Wu Heng accepted everything offered.

However, he now has a worrying issue: how to maximize the effectiveness of these Jason Voorhees- derived Skin-Grafters killers, and who should lead them?

We can't just let him sit in his Life Box and gather dust.

While Wu Heng was pondering this, he received a text message.

This was the phone number he left for Chu Keying, so she could easily contact him if anything happened to her.

"What could it be that you're contacting me at this time?"

Wu Heng has also seen some content on social media in the past two days.

The person he arranged for Chu Keying to invest in the old lady ' Laurie Strode Strose' did a very good job.

Grandma Laurie Strode has written many articles and given video interviews recently, constantly telling the public about the suffering she has experienced over the decades because of the serial killer Michael Myers.

His words were filled with hatred for Michael Myers!

Laurie Strode even exaggerated the number of Michael Myers's murders, adding many unfounded charges to Michael Myers's name.

Of course, this kind of thing was irrelevant to Michael Myers, who already had a lot of blood on his hands, but it added a lot of terror to Wu Heng.

Thinking of this,

With questions in mind, Wu Heng used his fear ability to reconnect with Chu Keying and asked:

"I received your message, what happened?"

While in her own villa, being kindly attended to by her three siblings who were worried about her safety, Chu Keying replied with a somewhat grave expression:

"The old lady you got me to invest in has been kidnapped! Not only did they kidnap her, but they also kidnapped her granddaughter, Allyson!"

"I heard Allyson is Corey's girlfriend, the Corey who got the Scream Mask and went on a rampage, you know him?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Heng spoke up:

"You did a good job with this. Let's end the investment here. As for the kidnapping case, we don't need to worry about it."

Chu Keying hesitated for a moment upon hearing this, then murmured:

"But, that kidnapper... after watching the video I recorded, I felt a strange sense of familiarity. After thinking about it carefully, I realized she looked remarkably like the woman in black who was the first to leave among the five of us who entered this storyline!"

"The woman in black?"

Wu Heng pondered for a moment; this woman had also left a deep impression on him.

If Chu Keying's feeling is correct, then it means that the other party seems to have temporarily put aside the search for the main plot and believed the misleading information Wu Heng provided online.

She also became a mask enthusiast.

Since Chu Keying has said so,

Whether it's true or not, even the slightest doubt is enough.

The kidnapping of Allyson was likely also for Corey's Scream Mask.

Corey's crush, Allyson, was previously protected by the "Victims' Alliance" founded by Laurie Strode, but she has now been arrested. Corey must be the most anxious person about this.

Wu Heng then sensed it in his mind.

Corey had signed his name on the mask, which was linked to Wu Heng's ability to Name Inquiry, and was also connected to his fear. Under this dual effect, he had no way to hide his identity from Wu Heng.

He located Corey instantly.

The other party should be in Banks City right now, and is heading towards the Haddonfield.

It looks like they're heading back to provide support.

Moreover, there were nearly seventy terrifying emotions of extremely high purity surrounding Corey.

These seventy people followed Corey closely.

Wu Heng then sent a message to Corey, giving him a coordinate and asking him to meet there first. He then left Camp Crystal Lake again and headed to Haddonfield.

Jason Voorhees has been replaced here, and Wu Heng has taken over the source of the fear. It's time to leave.

Wu Heng returned to Harden Town again.

Looking at Corey, whose sinister and cold aura had become even more stable and whose eyes were filled with fanaticism, he couldn't help but sigh, "This guy really has potential."

Because behind Corey, there were now seventy hooded men in black robes.

These are all believers in Corey's development.

He believed Wu Heng's words about faith and the development of believers written in the Book of Fear, and even accepted the entire fabricated content of the ' Book of Fear ' by Wu Heng.

It's completely etched in my mind, and I believe it without a doubt.

This whole thing with Corey is just him constantly brainwashing himself, which might also be related to the fact that he has no way out.

However, seeing Corey's madness, Wu Heng felt he had found a suitable candidate.

"Corey, are you willing to lead the Skinner Legion to spread the ideas of the Book of Fear?"

"Go and correct the desires of the world!"

Wu Heng didn't speak, but instead used the fear to instill his questions into Corey's brain.

"I do, Michael Myers, I will never regret it." Corey replied resolutely upon hearing this.

Although he didn't know what Skin-Grafters were, the word 'Legion' already indicated that they must be a formidable force.

He'd had enough of these past few days, living like a cricket, constantly darting and running around. He needed more power.

Wu Heng nodded and waved his hand.

Nearly seven hundred Jason Voorhees Skin-Grafters crammed haphazardly into the entire ravine, like monstrous creatures emerging from hell.

Go ahead and do what you want to do!

Wu Heng turned around, concealing his fear, and left.

He knew that Corey would definitely go to find the person who kidnapped Allyson, and if it really was the woman in black, then these seven hundred Jason Voorhees would give her a surprise.

He only needs to observe from the shadows and strike at the crucial moment.