Dana, who had been chanting from a Latin book, looked at Martin in surprise. Beside her, the blonde Julia also stopped slipping the necklace in her hand around her neck. The four of them looked at Martin strangely.
"Hey, brother, take it easy. Did you get high again?" Holden, the bespectacled man, raised both hands, signaling Martin not to panic.
"What?"
The athletic Curt set down the music box in his hand, spread his hands with a puzzled pout, and shook his head.
Martin placed a finger before his lips, signaling for silence.
Tilting his head, he listened quietly to the sounds outside. He sensed Gear, digging, and hoarse, snarling breaths.
The sensory organs he had been granted allowed him to clearly perceive that when these props were activated, the sources of the auras connected to them would also be awakened.
So he had to stop everyone.
The monsters here were not actually that powerful, at most Demon-level. And compared with Martin, a Demon-level being with dual traits, the Demon-level creatures here were still far inferior.
So Wu Heng had not told him much.
Because if there truly was a Hell-level existence in this sealed area, then the more Martin knew, the more dangerous it might be for him.
In any case, his life was not in danger within this sealed zone.
Seeing Martin's gesture, Curt looked around, picked up a rusty machete, and prepared to cooperate with him.
He thought there was an enemy outside.
When Martin saw what Curt was doing, he waved his hands helplessly, signaling him to put the knife down at once. His expression was full of exasperation.
Because that "knife" was also a cursed object.
If Wu Heng had been here, he would have recognized that the cursed object corresponded to Jason Voorhees, whom