Hundred-Man Killer Youth

The young man stood beside the Chevrolet, chatting enthusiastically with Jennifer, gesturing wildly to try and make Jennifer laugh. He did all the talking, but Jennifer didn't reply at all, twirling her fingers in circles around her hair, not even offering a simple "hehe."

The young man was dressed in very ordinary clothes. Jennifer glanced at him and estimated how many US dollars his outfit was worth...

The valuation is complete; it's not her type!

The car window rolled up, revealing Jennifer's haughty profile, leaving the young man standing awkwardly outside. But he didn't leave, leaning against the window and chattering incessantly, trying to win a smile from the goddess through his persistent, sycophantic behavior.

Jennifer was somewhat agitated. She had been tainted by a bit of the devil's aura, and the devil always pursued unholy desires. The wicked thoughts that the young man constantly exuded were an irresistible delicacy to her. She wished she could get out of the car immediately, drag the young man into the woods, and devour him. However, because of Russell's orders, she could only suppress herself from acting out.

The young man's incessant chatter was like a buzzing fly, and Jennifer didn't know how long she could endure it without exploding.

A short while later, six young men appeared ahead. They were the young man's companions, who had come to find him because he hadn't returned for a long time.

One of them was probably the young man's girlfriend. Seeing the young man's excited expression, she immediately got into an argument with him.

Immediately afterward, Russell emerged from the dense forest, looking quite pleased with his haul. The Mutant Cannibal had triggered a lottery draw, but since the ogre itself wasn't very valuable, he didn't open it immediately, saving it for when he left the mission world.

"I just heard screams. Is there something in the forest?" Jennifer rolled down her car window and asked curiously. Her senses had been enhanced by demonic power, allowing her to hear sounds that ordinary people couldn't.

"Some social creatures that are teetering on the edge of the devil are incredibly resilient, but they're still a bit weaker than the guy in the trunk." Russell finished speaking and pointed to the arguing crowd ahead, questioning, "Didn't I tell you not to get out of the car? Why are you causing trouble again?"

Jennifer looked annoyed. "It's none of my business, I didn't do anything."

Russell didn't care whether it was true or not, he pulled out his Desert Eagle and fired a shot into the sky. The loud gunshot startled the seven young men, who screamed and stood frozen in place, not daring to move.

"Listen up, everyone! This place is dangerous and not suitable for fighting in the wild. If you get a flat tire, drive slowly. Don't risk your life here just because you're short of money." After saying that, Russell ignored the stunned crowd, got into the car, shifted gears, and headed back the way he came.

The group looked at each other, unsure of what to do. To be honest, Russell had really intimidated them.

"Guys, should we go back?"

"Are you kidding me? Are you scared out of your wits by that Chinese guy? The car is rented. A flat tire is a minor issue, but we're fully responsible for the damaged rim!"

"But he said it's dangerous here!"

"Come on, danger is just right. We came here for adventure. I even brought a camera. I'm the director of the next 'The Blair Witch.' Let's shock the world together!"

"That's probably difficult. The audience isn't stupid. They can easily find out that there's no Witch at Crystal Lake just by doing a quick online search."

"That's right, there was only one serial killer who was buried thirty years ago!"

"I don't care, I'm going, guys. It's not far from Crystal Lake Camp, we can walk there. Plus, there's cell phone signal there, we can call someone to fix our car. We can't do anything here..."

"Alright then, for the signal, target Crystal Lake!"

"GO! GO! GO!"

Meanwhile, Russell and Jennifer took a short drive to the next town and, after asking around, found the Low Shoulder Band's hideout.

A motel, located in a slightly remote area, near the highway.

Having just made a sacrifice to the devil, the Low Shoulder Band received a large number of performance invitations. The five of them got together and discussed whether to participate in charity performances first or to ride the coattails of big stars.

"Charity performances are more suitable, as they can help us project an image of caring about the current social situation, which will be very helpful for our future development!"

"That's right, but we need more exposure than image... Look at this, we have three concert invitations from the West Coast, and the inviters are all top-tier singers. We can steal their fans." Lead singer Nikolai disagreed. He was a tall, thin white young man with handsome features, punk makeup, and smoky eyes that made him look flamboyant and unruly.

"That's right, Los Angeles, the City of Angels. I dream of having a concert there. I've heard that the female fans there are incredibly crazy and will rush onto the stage and pin their idols down."

"Live stream?"

"Hehehe!!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang—"

"Excuse me, is the Low Shoulder Band there? I'd like an autograph!"

A sweet voice rang out from outside the door, interrupting Yin Xiao's laughter inside the room. Lead singer Nikolai sighed, got up, and walked over. "Guys, this is the trouble of fame. You'll have to get used to it as soon as possible."

The four men burst into laughter, saying, "She's a female fan. Her voice is so lovely. I wonder what it would be like if she screamed."

"Same as always, roll the dice to line up at the window!"

Boom!

A dark figure flew backward from the doorway and crashed onto the table between the four people; it was Nikolai, who had gone to open the door.

"Shit!"

"Who is it? I swear I'll kill him!"

The four men were stunned for a moment, then flew into a rage. However, their anger was short-lived, and they all quieted down when Russell walked in with a gun.

Plastic friendships are worthless in the face of the will to survive; they decisively gave up resistance and cooperated by raising their hands.

"Buddy, you want money, right? As long as you don't shoot, everything's fine!"

Fame and fortune are within their grasp, and the glamorous world awaits them: money, spotlights, socialites—just thinking about these adrenaline-pumping words makes spending a little money seem insignificant; consider it a financial loss to avoid further trouble.

Besides, they don't have much money right now!

Lying on the ground, Nikolai clutched his chest, his face contorted in terror as he pointed towards the door. "The devil... the demon, she's back for us... she's returned from hell..."

"Who!?"

"Nikolai, what nonsense are you talking about?"

The four men frantically tried to signal to Nikolai to shut up and not reveal the secret to his wealth.

"Hey guys, remember me?"

Jennifer walked in from outside, waving with a smile. Her black pupils turned silver in an instant, and her jaws split open into a gaping maw.

"Oh, Siht!!"

"A devil! It's a devil!"

The scene was chaotic. Faced with the devil and the pistol, the devil was undoubtedly more frightening.

Jennifer looked at the scene that had spiraled out of control because of her and burst into loud laughter. Her chilling laughter, coupled with her wide-open mouth, scared the men so much that they wet themselves.

Russell glared at Jennifer fiercely. "Don't cause me any trouble, make them quiet!"

Jennifer's lips tightened and her eyes closed slightly. Then, she suddenly opened them, unleashing a powerful shockwave of psychic energy that sent the five people flying.

The five men either slammed into the wall or overturned tables, chairs, and sofas, and all lay motionless on the ground.

Russell took a bottle of ice water from the Fridge, went to Nikolai, unscrewed the cap, and poured it over her head. The cold water jolted Jennifer awake, and she scrambled to the corner, trembling.

"No, don't kill me! The devil tempted me! I don't want to hurt you! I'm a victim too!" Nikolai pleaded desperately, pulling a Cross from his collar and waving it at Jennifer.

Russell walked over and kicked Nikolai to the ground, then stomped hard on his stomach. "Dark circles, tell me where you got this information from, and why you know how to sacrifice yourself to the devil?"

Nikolai's cowardly demeanor was completely different from what Russell had imagined; he couldn't possibly be Wizard, and the possibility of him being a follower of the devil was extremely low. So, Russell decided to get straight to the point and interrogate him directly about his sources of information.

Nikolai's eyes darted around, and he stammered, "I don't know, I just happened to... heard someone talking about it, yes, in a bar, so I tried it out..."

Russell gave Jennifer a wink, and she immediately rushed over, opened her blood-red maw and roared at Nikolai. Her gaping mouth was big enough to swallow Nikolai's entire head, and he rolled his eyes and fainted again.

Russell sighed. "He dares to make a deal with the devil? He really doesn't know the meaning of death." He then took the Desert Eagle and stabbed Nikolai hard in the thigh.

"Waaaaahh..."

Nikolai awoke with a scream, clutching his wound and weeping bitterly. "I really don't know, I really don't..."

"Stubborn to the end!"

Russell snorted coldly. Jennifer understood, opened her mouth wide, and bit Nikolai's shoulder, sucking his blood. Ten seconds later, Jennifer, having drunk her fill, wiped her mouth and stood up, leaving Nikolai lying on the ground, his face pale.

Russell crouched down beside Nikolai, the Blade of his gun flashing in front of his eyes. "So, do you remember now?"

Nikolai opened his mouth, pleading, "I remember now! It's Crystal Lake! When I was camping at Crystal Lake Camp, I found a Magic Book in an abandoned wooden cabin... It showed me how to make sacrifices to the devil. The Magic Book is in the bag on my bed in the bedroom. Please take it, please let me go..."

Russell didn't hear what Nikolai said after that. When the words "Crystal Lake" appeared, he was stunned, and the tall figure of the Hundred-Man Killer Youth couldn't help but appear in his mind.

A faint sadness settled in Russell's heart. He got up and headed for the bedroom, Jennifer suddenly blocked his way, eagerly saying, "Russell, I can..."

"Okay, they owe you!"