Squealing Pig (4K)

"Oh! Fuck you, run, Lori, that thing is It Comes us!"

"With so many people, why doesn't it go to someone else?"

At this moment, Blake used the escape skills he had developed from being beaten up every day.

With her left hand gripping Gibby's shoulder strap and her right hand holding Lori's hand, she was running as fast as she could.

As for the sharp-tongued black girl, Jackie, she could only pant heavily, tears and snot streaming down her face, following closely behind, her anger towards Blake growing even stronger.

"Damn Blake, why didn't you take me with you? Don't you know the rule in horror movies that black people die first?!"

Jackie was completely exhausted from running. She could only move a few steps to the side with difficulty, bent over, her left hand covering her abdomen, her right hand supporting her half-bent knee, and panting heavily.

She felt as if she had inhaled a nail into her lungs, causing pain in her trachea.

The fake Jason Voorhees, wielding a machete, charged forward, knocking over the blazing campfire in the road ahead. His clothes, now on fire, quickly approached.

"You should save me first, you idiot! According to the rules, as long as I don't die, those two white people won't die either!"

Jackie closed her eyes in fright and muttered a weak complaint.

After waiting for a full five seconds,

She only heard footsteps and didn't feel the pain of her head being separated, so she quietly opened her eyes.

Upon discovering Jason Voorhees, he completely ignored her.

Instead, they caught up with Blake, who had already run away.

"So I'm the real protagonist! I've broken the rules for Black people!" Jackie's legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground, her pants stained black by the wet mud.

"It's catching It Comes, Lori, you go first, I'll hold it off," Blake said, before he could finish.

Lori had already shaken off his hand and headed straight for the tent next to her.

Blake was taken aback, a hint of sadness appearing in his eyes.

Bass--!

Jason Voorhees swung his knife, looking as if he was about to chop Blake to pieces.

Blake dodged the attack with a somersault, glanced at the tent Lori had fled into, hesitated for a moment, and then shouted:

"Hey, you big oaf, I'm right here, you can't possibly hit me."

After making his sarcastic remarks, he turned to flee in the opposite direction of the tent.

"Hey tall guy, let me buy you a drink!" A clear female voice came from behind Blake.

Then came a series of crackling sounds as the glass bottle shattered.

Blake looked back.

Behind Jason Voorhees, Lori was carrying a case of liquor and smashing bottles of it against Jason Voorhees's body.

The bottle shattered, and the high-proof liquor instantly turned Jason Voorhees, who was already burning, into a torch.

"So, she wasn't trying to run away; she was going to get alcohol!" Blake realized instantly upon seeing this.

At this moment,

He felt that he had not misjudged the person and that his efforts had not been in vain.

"Lori, you're so smart! But how did you know there was alcohol there?"

Blake stopped running, looked at Jason Voorhees struggling in the flames, circled halfway around, and came to Lori's side.

He wanted to hold Lori's hand, but after hesitating for a moment, he shrank back.

Wu Heng stood on the high place, quietly watching Blake with a fawning expression.

"They stopped running away before the battle was over, and didn't even know to finish off the enemy."

"Who gave you the courage?"

He then took control of the fake Jason Voorhees's behavior.

Whoosh!

A sword blazing with blue flames was thrown out with incredible speed and force, like a flying sword flying a hundred paces away.

It pierced straight through Blake's abdomen, and then, undeterred, continued its momentum into the tent.

Accompanied by the sound of ping-pong, flames burst forth from the tent.

It became the biggest bonfire at the party.

"Blake, watch out, oh, you!" Lori froze.

Blake only came to his senses at this moment.

He stared blankly down at the knife wound in his abdomen, and hurriedly tried to cover it with his hand, but to no avail.

Due to pressure,

The ruptured intestine had already squeezed out a head from the wound, like an umbilical cord.

"I'm going to die, Lori. There's something I've always wanted to tell you."

Blake slowly collapsed to the ground, where Lori rushed over and held him in her arms, saying weakly.

But before he could finish speaking, someone standing beside them...

I don't know when,

A large hand suddenly appeared and grabbed Blake's neck, choking him back into his throat.

The two, who were just about to get sentimental, were startled by the commotion.

He hurriedly looked up, only to see a lifeless, empty white mask.

"Just die already, why all this confession and all this dawdling!" Wu Heng thought to himself.

He grabbed Blake like a chick and dragged him into another tent that wasn't on fire.

By using a cleverly constructed wall, the tent's surroundings were concealed, preventing anyone from entering.

Then he took out the seven evil spirits he had collected along the way over the past few days.

He gave Blake another pair of spiritual eyes, then dripped a drop of parasite solution to temporarily sustain his life, and then began the Seven Fiends Ritual.

Outside the tent.

"Isn't this Michael Myers Mai?"

"Why is Michael Myers here? Is he with this Crystal Lake serial killer?"

"Probably not. You saw that Michael Myers didn't do anything; he just took away a dead man."

"That person should still be alive, right? I was just about to be moved by his dying confession!"

"Why don't you act out a life-or-death confession yourself? You'll still have a chance. Sigh. This thing isn't moving anymore. Looks like you're out of luck." The person who spoke looked regretful and fearful.

"Hey, it's really not moving anymore!"

Those around him saw Wu Heng appear and began to discuss it amongst themselves.

These people always like to court death; as soon as the danger subsides, they forget the panic they were in.

At this moment, the fake Jason Voorhees was lying flat on the ground.

It was completely black and motionless.

Jackie, limping with a leg cramped from being paralyzed for so long, walked to Lori's side.

"Lori, where's Blake? Did he just abandon you and run away?"

Because of the tent's cover and the darkness of night, Jackie did not see what was happening here.

"No, but he was stabbed in the abdomen and then Michael Myers took him into the tent," Lori said sadly.

She suddenly realized that this young man was actually quite nice.

His usual cowardice was just a facade.

"Michael Myers is here?!"

Upon hearing those two words, Jackie's eyes instantly welled up with emotion.

She enjoys watching movies and reading novels, and has a deep admiration for characters with superpowers.

Michael Myers truly brought this ability into reality, bestowing it upon ordinary people or demons!

"Anyway, to hell with it, who cares what it is, just worship it and that's it."

Jackie curiously approached the tent, only to find it vanish instantly, replaced by the spot where she had just been standing. Jackie then asked Lori, "..."

"How did I It Comes?"

Lori looked puzzled upon hearing this.

"What are you talking about, Jackie? You clearly walked to the tent yourself, then turned around and came back. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been able to fly over here."

During their conversation, countless police sirens blared around the party venue.

A large number of police officers arrived and completely surrounded the area.

Police officers carrying rifles cautiously led the way, followed by doctors treating patients and people comforting the teenagers.

They had some experience with this kind of killer, after all, this was Elm Street.

"Chief, according to the statistics, a total of 14 people have died, and the fate of one person is still unknown!"

A police officer ran to the police car and reported to the chief.

"What do you mean by 'his or her fate'?" the bureau chief countered.

"He was taken away by the serial killer Michael Myers!"

"It seems that what happened a few days ago might not have been Freddy Krueger's doing." As the police explained, the chief felt a headache coming on. "Freddy Krueger, Jason Voorhees, Michael... they've all gotten together!"

"Quick! Quick! Fire!"

"Ah, cover me, it's It Comes!"

"Damn it, bullets aren't working on it. Get the flamethrower, quick!"

The party area, which had just quieted down, instantly became lively again.

Shouts and gunshots rang out in unison.

How could a mere few bottles of liquor possibly cause a Skin-Grafters to collapse and burn to death?

If that's the case, then they're too easy to eliminate.

Why does Wu Heng need to create another new army?

The fake Jason Voorhees's fall just now was merely an order he gave before entering the tent, instructing him to stop for five minutes before resuming the killing spree.

Now, the time has come.

As the fighting resumed, Wu Heng, inside the tent, gradually completed the Seven Fiends Ritual.

He placed the pig's head mask with black hair on Blake's head, and then threw a Book of Fear onto him.

This is what he got back from Corey.

After all, Corey had already memorized it perfectly and copied it down, so he didn't need it anymore.

"Hmph~ Hmph~!"

With two unconscious squeals, Blake opened his eyes.

The monster Wu Heng used for him this time was mainly a monster with a pig's head and a human body.

It is said that when the pig farmer was slaughtering a pig, the pigsty collapsed, crushing both the man and the pig into a bloody pulp, completely mixed together, one inside the other.

That's how this monster came to be.

The pig-head mask was created because of its eeriness and was added to the Book of Fear.

"Hmph~, what's wrong with me?"

Blake let out another pig-like squeal and quickly covered his mouth.

When he looked up, he saw a white, empty mask staring intently at him. He instinctively stammered, "Hmph--!"

Wu Heng didn't speak, but instead inserted a string of words into his mind.

Blake, who had already signed the invitation, had established an unbreakable connection with Wu Heng.

"Michael Myers, you're saying I was chosen and received the mask?"

Blake's expression became excited; how could he not know about Michael Myers and Corey's affair?

Although the mask's abilities are somewhat bizarre, compared to being bullied every day, the fact that these strange abilities can make him stronger is enough.

I never imagined that he would become one of the lucky ones.

Blake quickly got up, touched his face, and flipped through the Book of Fear beside him.

"A 'hissing' sound!"

"So, this is the name of my mask."

After reading the book, Blake gained a better understanding of his own abilities.

Seeing that his plan had succeeded, Wu Heng turned and silently disappeared into the darkness.

After the "trick wall" was abolished,

Blake could hear the continued Scream and shouting outside.

He felt his hearing had improved, and he was able to hear the people's painful screams.

"If Jason Voorhees isn't burned to death yet, then Lori!"

With this in mind, a worried Blake hid the mask inside his jacket, zipped it up, and rushed out of the tent.

He didn't really want others to know that he had acquired the mask.

To avoid causing trouble.

Unfortunately, trouble always seems to come uninvited, and it seems to target those who hate trouble the most.

"Blake, you're still alive! Wait! Get out of the way!" Lori's voice came from about fifty meters away from Blake's tent.

The party venue was now as bright as day.

Because in mid-air, more than a dozen flares, like small suns, were fired.

Upon hearing Lori's call, Blake instinctively dodged to the left this time.

Whoosh!

Seemingly because he saw Blake, who was supposed to be dead, awaken, Jason Voorhees came up again and threw the Warhorse Throwing Knife.

After dodging the attack, Blake glared angrily at Jason Voorhees: "Infected Skin-Grafters, you forced me to do this!"

The term "Skin-Grafters" was something he saw in the Book of Fear; it referred to a traitor to the mask.

"Since you won't give me a chance to hide it, then I'll use you as a practice subject."

Blake reached out his left hand and touched the back of his head.

Then grab his hair and gently lift it upwards.

He then removed Blake's entire human head himself.

With his left hand, he grabbed the hair at the back of the head, holding the head in his hand; there was nothing around the neck.

Immediately afterwards,

With the sound of tendons and flesh tearing, a pale, horrifying pig's head slowly emerged from Blake's severed neck.

The grotesque pig head, its blood-red eyes darting around, curiously surveyed its surroundings without making a sound.

The pig brain's face had no pigskin, only muddy flesh and blood.

The long, slightly rotten pig snout emitted wisps of green, putrid smoke.

A gash was forced open in Blake's right palm, from which emerged a section of pig's leg and trotter, each a meter long.

This caused his right arm to transform into something resembling a praying cockroach, reaching a length of two meters.

All of this was accomplished in a very short time.

Jason Voorhees didn't stop just because his attack missed; he swung his knife again.

Blake, clutching his own human head in his left hand, suddenly thrust it forward. The human-shaped head, its eyes tightly shut, suddenly opened its mouth and let out a shrill pig-like squeal:

"Hmph--~!"

A pig-like scream emanated from its mouth, like a sonic weapon, startling Jason Voorhees so much that he stopped in his tracks, blood trickling from his ear canals.

Even the windows of police cars a hundred meters away in this direction were completely shattered, as if they had been hit by an air cannon.

Several town police officers were also accidentally injured.

Immediately afterward, taking advantage of Jason Voorhees's momentary daze, Blake swung his right hand, extending a pig's hoof, and delivered a vicious kick to Jason Voorhees's stomach.

That is, the same spot where Jason Voorhees threw the knife, piercing his abdomen.

The pig's trotter pierced completely inside and began to swirl around.

Blake's grotesque pig head burst from his neck, opened its rotting mouth, and spewed out a cloud of green mist.

The mist swirled around the fake Jason Voorhees, emitting a hissing, corrosive sound.

"My God, Blake definitely got Michael Myers's mask!"

"That's right, that's why Michael Myers brought him into the tent."

"How handsome! Damn it, why wasn't it me?"

Those who witnessed this from afar began to murmur amongst themselves, while only the elderly town policeman gripped his gun even tighter.

They had all experienced Freddy Krueger's horrors.