Nightmare's Tail (4K)

Under Blake's attack, Jason Voorhees, who was disguised as Skin-Grafters, was completely corroded by a strange, powerful mist, and his skin lost its vitality.

He finally collapsed to the ground.

The remains of the Skin-Grafters, like frozen, rotten meat suddenly thawed by heating, quickly emitted a strong stench and turned into black, mushy scraps.

"Blake, how are you feeling? Are you alright?"

Lori, standing about seven or eight meters away, asked hesitantly, not daring to get too close.

After all, Blake's appearance at this moment was far more bizarre than Corey's before; it was as if he had crawled out of hell.

The entire image conveys a sense of violence and ugliness.

This time, Blake didn't forget to finish the job. He first used his right hand's pig's trotter to plunge into the pile of meat, tearing the rotten flesh apart, before turning back to look at the little girl.

"Hmph~."

From his pig-like mouth came incomprehensible grunts, like those of a boar.

Blake noticed this too. He used his right hoof to pull the pig's head mask from his chest and walked over to Lori.

Lori's body visibly tensed, but she held on without backing down.

Blake handed the mask to Lori, then tilted his head to indicate it to Lori.

"Should I put it on you?"

Blake nodded. Lori, holding the mask, looked at the green mist around Blake's pig-like snout, feeling somewhat at a loss for what to do.

She had witnessed firsthand the harmful effects of this corrosive mist.

Blake waved his pig's trotter, indicating that everything was fine and that the fog was under his control.

Lori then put the mask over Blake's pig brain.

Then all that could be seen was Blake's pig brain, adorned with a pig's head mask, slowly retracting back into his neck.

Blake's preservation of the mask in this way instantly extinguished the hopes of many around him.

You can't steal from this spot!

He then placed his own human head, which he was holding in his left hand, back onto the empty neck, straightening it.

Neck and head

Like a space capsule docking, they merged perfectly together and returned to their original state.

At that moment, he retracted the pig's leg that was extending from his right hand back into his palm.

This scenario is almost as if Blake has a pig monster inside him that he'll unleash when he's enraged.

"I'm alright, Lori. This is the mask Michael Myers gave me. I've been reborn!"

Blake reached out and touched Lori's hair, speaking arrogantly. At that moment, he finally felt his own power.

In the past, those petty squabbles when I was bullied...

Looking back now, it all seems like child's play. He doesn't understand why he was so humble back then, even though his position has changed.

While the two were talking, the surrounding police officers began to maintain order.

"Quickly, get the injured person to the hospital first."

"Those who are not injured and have not been drinking, let them go home on their own. They are not allowed to linger!"

"Contact the family members of those who have been drinking."

The police chief of Springwood quickly arranged the work and then came to Blake.

"Hello Blake, I'm Kona Mayor, the police chief of our town."

"Was that change you just experienced the ability you gained from Michael Myers's mask?"

"Perhaps we should find a secluded place to talk!"

Blake's intimate conversation with Lori was interrupted, and upon hearing that it was the sheriff, he quickly stared at the old policeman in front of him with a wary look.

"Chief Mayor, I don't think we have much in common. Besides, look at the horrific scene; that's what you should be concerned about."

"By the way, I also saved you guys!"

Blake didn't want to openly rebel against the official guard forces like Corey did, but at this moment, he was also on guard.

He had seen the movies; they had scenes where superpowered people were captured, dissected, and studied.

"You've misunderstood, Blake."

"Don't you want to know why you all have to take psychiatric drugs, and why so many young people in town are under house arrest?"

"You may be able to know these things now. This is my phone number. You're right, I should indeed deal with the matter at hand first."

"If you're interested, you can come see me tomorrow!" After saying that, the sheriff handed Blake a business card.

He saw in Blake the hope of destroying Freddy Krueger, this nightmare demon.

Wu Heng remained hidden in the surrounding darkness, carefully observing the movements of everyone.

However, no one was found until the police cleared the scene.

Even though it was the fake Jason Voorhees who killed many of the young people in Springwood, and even though Blake mutated and guided the flow of fear, Freddy Krueger didn't react at all.

It was as if he didn't exist at all.

But Wu Heng knew,

Freddy Krueger was definitely observing everything here.

The other party was too cowardly; they were able to restrain their murderous urge and didn't even show up.

Jason Voorhees killed nearly 20 people at the party.

For these murderers, this is tantamount to forcibly taking their wives and children in their own home, right in front of them.

You can even tolerate this situation?

All I can say is that he truly lives up to Freddy Krueger's reputation.

"It's really hard to catch a vicious creature with intelligence," Wu Heng thought, feeling overwhelmed.

Who has ever seen a wicked and treacherous person hang up a 'no-war' sign?

The only benefit of Wu Heng's elaborate party was giving away another mask, which only increased Michael Myers's popularity.

He It Comes nearly 100,000 more fear links, which incidentally nurtured Blake.

Corey and Blake are the same kind of people.

They have suffered from violence for a long time and have become extremely self-conscious, but unlike some cowards, they have not simply given up on their fate.

Instead, he harbored resentment towards life and a yearning for power.

But at the same time,

They also have their own bottom line, which is flexible but not completely irrational.

This kind of aspiration gives him power, making him ruthless, with a wicked yet righteous character. He is ruthless towards his enemies, yet still maintains a bottom line for his own people. This is the standard by which Wu Heng makes his choices.

More importantly, they were all under Wu Heng's control.

Thinking of this,

Wu Heng shook his head with some regret and turned to leave the cornfield in the wilderness.

Given today's situation, he couldn't be bothered to monitor it anymore.

Deep down, I hoped Freddy Krueger would show up in the middle of the night and go kill someone, to prove that he wasn't completely too scared to come out again.

Using the stealth ability inherent in the Michael Myers Mask, Wu Heng moved quickly through the darkness and shadows of the wilderness, intending to return to the hotel.

It took him a full ten minutes to walk!

Wu Heng noticed something was wrong.

When he first arrived here, he left the village road and walked all the way to the party, which took him no more than five minutes in the dark forest.

Wu Heng was certain of one thing: he had absolutely not gone in the wrong direction.

But now,

He continued his journey through the forest in the darkness.

Wu Heng slowed his pace.

Spirit-Touch Power began to swirl around him, gathering a terrifying emotion that extended and lingered at the back of his mind.

Wu Heng released a wisp of power.

With the keen senses of Spirit-Touch Power, I carefully observed the changes around me.

"Although the leaves are fluttering in the wind, they seem to have lost their weight!"

The cries of the surrounding insects and beasts did not stop, but if you listened carefully, you could tell that their cries were only alarms and shrilly.

There was absolutely no joyful roar of discovering prey; the forest should have been filled with a chorus of cries of joy and death.

This forest, it seemed, suddenly became a hell for the animals.

"There are only prey, but no predators!" Wu Heng thought to himself.

Just as he was gathering his power, preparing to unleash it, the fluctuation of his ability seemed to have attracted the attention of the person behind the events.

"Michael Myers, child cursed by an evil ritual, you are quite good."

A dull, noisy, and dizzying sound came from above.

Wu Heng slightly raised his head.

I discovered that the sky had completely changed sometime during the night; all the stars and clouds had disappeared, leaving only pitch blackness.

It was as if a curtain had been drawn over it.

This instantly put Wu Heng on high alert, causing him to unleash a terrifying aura equivalent to that of 100,000 people, which was equivalent to mobilizing one-tenth of his full power.

It wasn't that Wu Heng was stingy, but rather that he felt the structure of this forest was somewhat familiar, and he could sense that it couldn't trap him here!

The opponent is very strong, but not in a way that suggests boundless strength.

This is also why Wu Heng hasn't taken the initiative yet.

"What's the meaning?"

This time, Wu Heng used Michael Myers's original voice, speaking with difficulty as if he were learning a language for the first time.

After he spoke,

The pressure around him instantly lessened, and the people behind the scenes seemed quite satisfied with Wu Heng speaking up.

In its view, being able to get a super cold-blooded, silent killer to speak is a sign of respect.

Suddenly, two scarlet moons appeared in the pitch-black sky.

The moon closed slightly for a moment, then opened completely.

Wu Heng saw it clearly.

This isn't the moon at all; it's a pair of eyes.

Because the other object was so large, it blotted out the sky, making its eyes appear like the moon.

Like the pupils of the moon, after scanning the earth, they focused on Wu Heng. On that monstrous face that blotted out the sky, a mouth full of fangs opened and closed.

"Michael Myers, you are strong, but not strong enough." Sky Face spoke in a different, higher-pitched voice.

"Yes, you possess the same qualities as Freddy Krueger, but you lack his strength." The large face continued to open its mouth, and another sound like a child crying rang out.

"Freddy Krueger wasted his talent, while you have brought it to its fullest potential; your fame has even reached into dreams," the obscure voice said again.

"I'm giving you a chance. If you can defeat Freddy Krueger, you will replace him!" the shrill voice said.

"We will grant you the power of the covenant! That is the power of dreams!" the child cried.

After he finished speaking, the two scarlet moons stared intently at Wu Heng, seemingly waiting for his reply.

Wearing a white mask, with empty eyes and a blank expression, Wu Heng spoke with difficulty:

"I need a token to contact us!"

"A token of communication?" "Give it to him!" "How about a horn?"

The three voices discussed this matter without any attempt at concealment.

Then a horn, entirely the color of mutton fat jade and with spiral patterns on it, was transmitted down from the sky by a beam of red light.

It floated up to Wu Heng's eyes, and he reached out and grasped the horn.

A smooth, oily feeling came over me.

Although there were no oil stains on the horn, it had a greasy feel that made one feel nauseous to touch.

"These are our shed horns. Blow on them three times, and we will hear your plea, but you only have one chance," the three voices said in unison, before the giant face in the sky vanished.

Suddenly, Wu Heng's vision changed.

A faint glimmer of light appeared.

About fifty meters ahead of him was a country path, and the bright moon peeked out from behind the clouds, casting a layer of silver frost on the ground.

It was as if everything that had just happened was just a dream.

But the greasy feeling on his hands reminded Wu Heng that it was all real.

He raised his right hand, and the horn, as white as mutton fat jade, actually came out of his dream.

This horn doesn't look like it was made; it seems to be something naturally formed.

Overall, it doesn't look like horns; rather, it resembles the tail of a maggot.

But if it really is that kind of thing, it's quite large.

"Whether it's horns or something else, it's most likely a product of its own nature."

"Great! This is exactly the kind of item I wanted, closely related to its essence. The door-to-door delivery is fantastic!"

Wu Heng flipped his hand and put it into the Life Box.

He was initially startled.

He thought he was being haunted by some powerful demon.

However, when the other party mentioned Freddy Krueger and belittled him, and also brought up the power of contracts and dreams, Wu Heng had already guessed the other party's identity.

This just caused him to enter a state similar to a lucid dream.

It's very likely the true form of the three statues at the entrance to the core of the mirror in Freddy Krueger's nightmare.

Those three that appeared at the end of the sixth movie are like the nightmare of the grain worm.

After guessing the other party's identity, Wu Heng also realized that he was capable enough to escape from the environment he had just been in.

So they decided to play along and demanded the other party's token.

As for what the three-in-one nightmare said about signing a contract and the power of dreams, it sounds good.

But Wu Heng wanted more than just that.

Things given by strangers are never truly trustworthy; only things you take yourself can bring peace of mind.

Thinking about this, Wu Heng felt that things were becoming increasingly interesting.

He never expected that after Michael Myers became famous as a serial killer, he would have such an unexpected gain.

Recalling what the nightmare had just mentioned about 'traits'...

It seems that Freddy Krueger's ability to absorb the fear of others and grow stronger is not a gift from Nightmare, but rather a trait he inherently possesses.

Nightmares should only offer the power to manipulate dreams.

No wonder they want to convert objects.

Freddy Krueger's accumulation of fear demonstrates a complete lack of financial acumen; he's the type to spend money as soon as he gets it.

Nightmare, probably following him, was also starving.

But the important thing now is to deal with Freddy Krueger, Freddy Krueger is a key to unlocking dreams.

Wu Heng was now completely confident.

He could never forget what he saw in his dream; that was what he truly longed for.