Jason swayed in mid-air like a wind chime, and bright red blood splashed outwards along the iron hook. He was not an evil ghost, but he was angrier than evil ghosts; he was not a monster, but more difficult to kill than monsters; he was not a human.
, but more cruel than humans...
Jason has a body with three flowers gathered at the top, and his natural inner alchemy is an excellent physique for a practitioner. However, he was born at the wrong time and was forced to embark on an evil path, which can be said to be walking on blood.
The more he killed, the more violent he became. Although being haunted by the wronged soul could not hurt his Three Flowers Gathering Body, it made him become more irritable and angrier.
In the Crystal Lake camp, which was turned into a restricted area, he has been lurking for 40 years. The spirit of the sky and the earth has forged this terrifying physique. His strength comes from the endless spiritual support.
Jason swung the chainsaw in his hand and slashed directly at the chains above his head, causing one of them to break.
"Take it!" Thirteen shouted. The Flame God did not dare to resist and took back the only remaining chain. Jason fell in mid-air like a bomb.
At this moment, Thirteen had already appeared in front of the landing point, twisting his body and contracting his muscles.
"Physical skills? In principle... Nijinjue is also a physical skill..." When Thirteen smiled, the muscles all over his body bulged, and the dark brown color jumped out of the body. The three-fold power blessed the whole body, and the stones on his feet disintegrated.
"Roar!" Jason howled as he fell and swung the chainsaw, hitting Thirteen on the head. However, Thirteen moved faster and hit Jason's lower abdomen with a spinning punch.
Immediately afterwards, Jason only felt that the scene in front of him jumped momentarily. The big tree behind him that the two people were hugging was broken by his laziness. The chainsaw that Jason swung struck the ground, but did not touch Thirteen's body at all.
Jason, who flew 5 meters upside down, knelt on one knee on the ground. He tried to stand up, but his legs and feet went weak and he knelt on the ground again. The frightened Jason looked down at his belly, which was stronger than a rock.
His muscles were so beaten that a deep pit was formed, and his internal organs were twisted and squeezed, causing Jason to vomit violently.
But because of the mask, the vomit can only run along the lower edge of the mask. Just thinking about it is disgusting, right?
This time, Thirteen did not look for loopholes in the rules. Nijinjue itself is a skill, not the power of a practitioner. If you want, anyone can practice Nijinjue, as long as you are not afraid of death.
"Why are you hitting someone in the stomach? Wouldn't it be solved by just hitting the heart? Why is there any need to be so disgusting?" Yan Shen said with disdain.
"I'm sorry, my legs are short. Others are 2.2 meters tall. I can hit the stomach pretty well. If you ask Guo Siniang to come, I can only hit the knees, okay?" Shisan said disapprovingly, "Let's go together and we'll do it.
he!"
The following battle no longer has any suspense to describe. Jason may be a monster in horror movies, but in the end he is just a burly butcher without professional training. He
He relies on instinct, but it cannot be compared with professional investigators.
Thirteen opened the third gear of the reverse tendon attack, and the speed was even more monster than the monster. He rushed forward and broke the bones of Jason's hands and feet. This guy actually used muscle contraction to force the attack to continue. Jiumei used the cutting bird to
The blade also cut off this guy's tendons. Blood flowed all over the floor, but this guy still kept yelling.
"It's so heavy, here it is for you." Thirteen picked up Jason's chainsaw from the ground and threw it to Jiumei.
"I thank you for eight generations of ancestors." Jiumei was also pressed and her wrist shook.
They didn't kill Jason, but they just completely destroyed the humanoid monster's athletic ability. Thirteen even took off the nondescript mask on Jason's head and put the hockey puck on his face again. The grumpy
Jason actually became quiet at this moment.
"You don't understand what I say. I don't understand what you say. Fortunately, the instinct of living things is to survive. You should understand that we don't want to kill you, so be quiet, control your wounds, and let
If the blood flow slows down, you should still be alive." Thirteen said to Jason, while tapping the miniature camera on his shoulder, "He is yours, please sign for it."
The teachers didn't understand why they put more effort into depriving Jason of his fighting ability instead of directly killing him.
"This is the characteristic of the Tianchao team. They have a rather idealistic kindness and instinctively sympathize with Jason who has a story. Even if it seems unwise to consume more physical energy, they still do it." Victoria understood.
their choice.
"Are we going to deduct points for their ghost-catching operation?" a teacher asked.
"No need, they should get full marks for this ghost-catching unit. In this training class where everything is digitized, 'kindness' is such a wonderful embellishment." Victoria smiled knowingly.
The Tianchao team was on the road again. This was the second day of their trip. Everyone was even more tired. They left the forest and walked on the national highway again. The threat of death was once again replaced by an endless journey.
Their luggage became heavier and heavier as they walked. Whether it was Jason's chainsaw or the witch's chains, they were oppressing their team like a mountain. Because it was strictly forbidden to use the power of practitioners, ten
San couldn't put these things into the sword niche ghost. So, the only thing everyone could do was to grit their teeth and keep moving forward.
From moonset to sunrise, from sunrise to sunset, the next journey lasted 18 hours. They only walked 90 kilometers, with an average speed of 5 kilometers per hour, which could only be regarded as the level of ordinary humans.
They fell into the abyss of exhaustion. No one said anything, but they couldn't help but began to slow down. Fortunately, they did not meet other teams at the first two hunting points, which proved that their efficiency was also very fast. Psychologically, everyone
They all longed to rest for a while, but unfortunately Thirteen didn't say stop.
At 9 o'clock in the evening on the second day of the Death Walk, a dimly lit Bald Eagle Country town appeared in front of a group of people. Thirteen picked up the map in his hand and looked at it again and again in confusion, "I don't remember there is a mark on the map.
Is there a town past here?”
"I'm not leaving! I'm not leaving! I want to rest!" The mouse got off the battery car and sat on the curb.
"Thirteen, I'm so tired. We really need to rest." Jiumei also put down the heavy luggage behind her.
"We haven't reached the resting point yet. We have to get to the third ghost hunting point within 2 hours. Once we finish that one, we can use Sunflower to regain some of her abilities." Thirteen told the plan.
"But I can't walk even one step, I'm so hungry..." Yun Xiaobao cried and lay on the luggage.
"To be honest, we have done very well. It doesn't matter if we take a break. Even if we are lagging behind, with me here, we can definitely get back the disadvantage." The second member of the Flame God made excuses for being tired.
"This time I am on the side of Chuunibyou." Tong also sat on the road tiredly.
"What about you? Do you also want to go on strike?" Shisan looked helplessly at Lin Xi beside him.
"Effective rest is for better work, isn't it?" Lin Xi stuck out his tongue and sat next to Tongli.
"You lazy guys, I've lost to you. Then you guys take a rest and I'll find something to eat." Thirteen said as he walked forward along the aisle. This time his English failed to save his anxious mind.
, because the mailbox the size of a small villa next to me says "elm.street (Elm Street)."
Anyone familiar with Bald Eagle-style horror movies will know that Elm Street is also the legendary Nightmare on Elm Street, and Freddy is known as the King of Ghosts. This guy used to be a big pervert who violated little lolita and young ladies. When the villagers found out
, was burned alive in his own home.
The evil Freddy has crawled back from hell. The wronged soul has the power to sneak into other people's dreams. With his immortal body, he can kill everything in their dreams.
What Thirteen doesn't know is that at this moment, he and the Tianchao team have arrived at the third ghost-catching location, which is an abandoned mental hospital, where Freddy killed in "A Nightmare on Elm Street 3".
Just when the team members were ready to start catching ghosts, they never expected that their captain collapsed on the ground like a dead pig, and he actually fell asleep.
Ghost King Freddy invaded Thirteen's dream, making it impossible for the teammates outside to expel him. No one knew what was happening in Thirteen's dream.
Thirteen was walking on the streets of Elm Street without realizing it...
This is a traditional town. At 9 o'clock in the evening, there are no vehicles on the streets. Only street lights with slightly wider intervals provide illumination. The houses with lights on are also very quiet, and it feels like no one is there.
Thirteen saw three blond little lolita playing skipping rope after passing through a small park. They had their backs to Thirteen, dancing and singing, "1, 2 He's coming to find you, 3, 4 lock
Close your door, 5,6 hold on to your sheets, 7,8 you can't breathe, 9,10 you won't be able to sleep..."
"My kid speaks Chinese so well, is there something wrong?" Shisan stepped forward, and the little girl skipping rope was carried away by the wind like dust.
Suddenly, the scene around Thirteen changed. The open park turned into a long, dark corridor, and it suddenly became the scene of a mental hospital.
There was the sound of a blade scraping against the wall in the distance. Under the flickering fluorescent lights, a guy wearing a red and black sweater, razor claws on his hands, his face burned and twisted, and a black top hat appeared.
In front of Thirteen.
Ghost King Freddy? I really didn’t expect to see you..." Thirteen showed no fear at all. Instead, he shook his head and smiled helplessly. It was obvious that he had found himself in a dream.
"Do you want me to sign your autograph?" Freddy's ghostly figure suddenly appeared behind Thirteen, and a shallow wound appeared on his face.
At the same time, outside the dream, the same scar appeared on Thirteen's face.
Freddy did not launch an attack, but appeared in front of Thirteen again. He was pulling out a howling mental patient from the ward next to him. He grabbed the patient's head with razor gloves and cut it into pieces.
5 petals, blood spurted out a long way.
Your power comes from the fear of the evil one, but unfortunately, I am not afraid of you at all..." Thirteen said with a bitter smile.
"Really? It seems that you really know me well? But it doesn't matter. I have plenty of time to play with you. As long as you are still human, you can't be without fear. Once I discover it, you will be dead." Freddy
Lie opened his skinless face and smiled.
"You're right about this. I'm really afraid of something... He also lives in my dream... Do you want to meet him?" Thirteen said with a bad smile.