Chapter 87 Many people don't understand this truth, and then they die
Passing the fatal curve for the second time, it was still the same Chevrolet, with Jason still stuffed in the trunk.
It is very foolish to take prisoners to the enemy's base camp, but it is even more foolish to stay in your own base camp, because the more dangerous something is, the more it must be properly kept.
Many people don't understand this, and then they die!
Whether it is novels or TV dramas, there are many similar plots. The villain is caught and locked up instead of killed. In the end, the villain escapes and causes a catastrophe, only to regret it.
The BOSS, which was obviously able to be solved with one hundred thousand words, was captured, escaped, and captured again, and over and over again, it took one million words to be defeated.
etc……
Russell looked thoughtful in his eyes and nodded secretly, as if he understood something!
Ahem, Russell firmly resists this kind of bloody plot. He can't kill Jason for the time being, so he just watches it under his nose. Even if there is an accident, it can be dealt with in time to prevent the other party from hiding in the dark after escaping.
Caught off guard.
The Chevrolet was driving on a dirt road and soon encountered two white cars, whose wheels were punctured by wires and stopped motionless in the middle of the road.
Thinking of a few young people who said they were going camping by the lake, Russell couldn't help but sigh, why are there so few series about living Americans?
The United States rarely has a family of three, and every couple raises at least two children. Black and Mexican families have more children. Add in legal and illegal immigrants, and the population of this country should have exploded long ago.
Why not?
Every time aliens attack the earth, they first attack the American emperor. The main reason is that they are responsible!
When it comes to seeking death, Russell only obeys the people of the American Empire. They are warriors and pioneers, and they exude a wild and simple aura of sand sculptures all over their bodies.
"This is the first time I have heard such an astonishing concept. Are you serious?" After hearing Russell's analysis of the low natural growth rate of the US population, Jennifer immediately felt a black line on her forehead.
But don't say it, it seems to make some sense. Even I can't imagine what creatures like humans can do.
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Using the blade of Sand Eagle God to cut the wire blocking the road, the two of them successfully arrived at their destination - Crystal Lake!
The quiet small lake is far away from the hustle and bustle, with blue sky, white clouds, green mountains and green water, and a gentle breeze blowing the setting sun. It is a good place for outings.
Even though it's not a good season for swimming, it's still quite pleasant to invite a few friends to get together, set up a barbecue, drink beer, and bask in the moonlight.
You don’t have to worry about being single, and you don’t have to be afraid of being slapped in the face. This is the American emperor. If you show off your wealth, you will be invited to fight in a team fight!
Seven young men came to Crystal Lake with the above purpose in mind, and dug up the murderer's grave in a desperate attempt to kill themselves. They were named and chopped off by Jason who got up and got angry.
Bodies were scattered around the camp. Russell picked up the camera on the ground. The end of the video showed Jason standing up from the grave.
I had a great idea for a camera with a night shooting function, and it was a promising material. Unfortunately, he died before the start of the project. A generation of great action film directors died prematurely, and many license plate numbers were missing!
After flipping through the video camera, Russell ignored the corpses on the ground and came to the grave according to what was recorded in the video.
The grave in the center is empty. Jason was buried here before. There were no burial objects and only a wooden cross was erected.
The tomb is not the coordinate location of the magic circle. Russell and Jennifer split into two groups and searched for abandoned wooden houses around Crystal Lake. The dark circles in the low-shoulder band found the manuscript in the wooden house, which was the place where the witch once lived. It was the most likely place.
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Ring roads were built on both sides of the lake specifically for tourists to walk, as well as wooden piers for boats. Russell chose the path to walk. The wooden house must be in a hidden corner, otherwise the manuscript would have been taken away over the years and it would be impossible to keep it until now.
Despite the dark circles under his eyes, he didn't know what kind of bad luck it was. It took Russell a while to find the wooden house deep in the jungle.
It has been in disrepair for a long time, and the wooden house has been damaged by wind and rain. It is covered with green plants in many places and blends in with the surrounding dense forest. If you casually sweep it, you will think it is a piece of soil.
The wooden door could no longer be found. Russell saw footprints at the door, two large and one small. He initially judged that there had been an exchange of fire between Black Eye and a certain girl here.
The house was filled with rotten furniture, and the floor basically turned into mud. With a little force, there was a footprint. Following the traces left by the black eye, Russell came to a room that was probably a storage room.
The indoor space was very small, and some sunlight brought light through the wooden boards. Russell found the altar, the altar where the witch cast spells. In the center of a circle of surrounding vessels, there was a dried dead head.
The wrinkled gray skin tightened, two rows of teeth protruded outwards, the empty eye sockets stared straight at the door, and the white hair was as messy as weeds.
The head of the witch, she is Jason's mother!
Russell's eyes flashed with solemnity. After experiencing the nameless female corpse, he did not dare to underestimate any witch. These people have incredible abilities. Death is not the end for them, they are just another way to survive.
Staring into the empty eyes of the human head, Russell felt a vague warning, but other than that, there was no leakage of magic power nearby.
Russell circled around the altar, took out the manuscript, compared it, and rearranged several misplaced utensils. As if a mechanism had been triggered, a light green magic array bloomed on the ground below the altar.
Once the target is confirmed, just destroy it.
Quack, quack, quack————
The withered dead man's head and lower jaw twitched, making an ear-piercing cry like the collision of bones. His empty eyes were aimed at Russell again, this time with a stronger warning.
Russell curled his lips, how could he give up after reaching this point? He took out the sand eagle and shot the dead man's head, then fired randomly, breaking all the utensils.
The magic circle still exists, but its light is dimmed.
Russell raised his eyebrows, the witch had something.
Fire and thunder are the first choices to break the magic circle. Russell couldn't summon thunder, and he couldn't rub out flames with his fingers, but he had a lighter. He pinched out a few bullets, sprinkled the gunpowder on the altar, took off his coat, and tore it into pieces.
Rags, the entire altar was set on fire in the blink of an eye.
The flames attached to the broken human head, and the withered white hair of the weeds was the first to ignite. As the fire grew stronger, the fragments of the vessel began to tremble violently.
Somewhere in the dark, Russell suddenly sensed a crisis and jumped to the side. Two red lights shot out from the void above the altar, hitting Russell's previous position, like lasers, piercing through the entire wall behind.
The incision is smooth and neat, with white smoke coming out!
Suddenly, a low curse sounded in the house. Russell looked around for the source of the sound, but could not identify its location.
The squeaking sound of grinding teeth changed from soft to loud, cracks appeared in the wall of the wooden house, debris fell along with the dust, and the collapse was imminent.
It was not advisable to stay here for a long time. Russell turned around and ran outside the house. The magic circle on the ground flickered on and off, like a flashlight with exhausted batteries. After struggling twice, it finally went out.
"Jason!!!"
Suddenly, Russell seemed to have an auditory hallucination. In his senses, a white-haired old woman stood in the center of the altar, her gloomy head lowered, and the outline of her facial features could not be seen clearly. She could only hear her intermittent murmurs.
"Jason!!!"
Russell turned around and fired two more shots into the house. As soon as he ran out of the wooden house, the entire house collapsed into ruins. The flames could not reach oxygen, and thick black smoke rose into the sky...
As the wooden house collapsed, the ground cracked like a spider web, and a dark pit appeared, swallowing the wooden house entirely. The big mouth closed, and there was even a chewing sound, similar to the sound of chewing bones and flesh.
Goosebumps arose. The scene in front of him was beyond Russell's understanding. There was no explanation for such a phenomenon in the manuscript, and there was no memory of the witch in his mind.
Suddenly, the back of Russell's hand hurt, and the burning sensation was like maggots embedded in the bones of the tarsus. When he raised his hand, he saw a complex magic symbol on the back of his hand, and the blood-colored words were faintly ominous.
Russell recognized this text, which was a curse often used by witches. They used resentment as a guide to cast spells to attract bad luck and devils to the target.
Swish swish!!
Footsteps sounded in the dense forest. Russell's eyes shot over like lightning. As soon as he saw the gun, the bullet hit directly at the source of the sound.
If it's empty, there's nothing there.
Russell took a deep breath. He was sure that he was right. There was someone there just now. Even if the tall figure just glanced, he could recognize who the other person was. The hockey mask was too eye-catching.
"Jason!?"
Aren't you locked up in the trunk?
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