All Worlds Madhouse

To be honest, Freddie was a little panicked.

After all, the dreams he entered before were all faced by one person, but this time a formation of 180 people appeared, which he had never seen before.

However, our big brother Freddy is still very professional. He is also a childhood shadow figure, and this is in a dream.

As I said before, in the dream, Freddy has unlimited possibilities. Even if there are so many people, then as long as he spreads his fear, let alone one or two hundred people, even one or two thousand people will not be there at all. Next words.

So without further ado, Freddy gritted his teeth, jumped up high, and slammed into the crowd fiercely like he was falling from the sky. In his plan, he caught one of them first and killed him. As long as the bloody scene spreads, this group of people will collapse in fear.

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard a "pop"——Ah~~~Freddy screamed.

It turned out that when everyone saw this man jumping up and down towards the crowd, they all consciously got out of the way. Freddy also slapped himself on the ground in a 'spread-eagled' posture because he used too much force.

Okay, this scene is quite shameful when I think about it, but I won’t worry about it anymore.

The crowd that had just moved aside gathered around again, and they looked at Freddy inexplicably.

"Uh, who is this person?" asked a murderer.

"I haven't seen it before. I was hanged in 1790. I guess it was from your time."

As soon as these words came out, several modern murderers also came over, but they all expressed that they did not know them.

"Is he new here?"

"Maybe, if you look at his face and the murder weapon in his hand, he might also be a dismemberment enthusiast."

Just like that, a group of people gathered together and started talking.

Freddy felt so uncomfortable mentally. He didn't understand. Seeing such a terrifying environment around him and seeing such a scary aura of his own, how could these people not be afraid at all?

But he couldn't control so many people. With such a large number of people, he had to spread fear as quickly as possible.

It's too late, but it's soon. Freddy pulled up and straightened up, and then fiercely inserted five fingers into the thigh of the strong man closest to him!

This happened too quickly, so the chatter in the crowd stopped all of a sudden.

Freddy sneered and thought, sure enough, the best way to establish fear is pain and overwhelming violence. Just now, these idiots relied on the large number of people to feel no danger. Now, they are too scared to speak.

However, he was feeling complacent.

"Oh - ah, hahaha -" the man laughed. The strong man who was stabbed into the thigh by Freddy's blade actually laughed.

"Hey, little brother, you are also a self-mutilation enthusiast, right?" He asked with a smile.

"Huh?" Freddy looked confused.

"Haha, don't be shy." The man said: "I can tell by looking at your face. Soak it in sulfuric acid. We are the same type. My name is Mir Chettel. I like to hurt myself. I usually poke myself at home. Sometimes I couldn't bear it anymore, so I went out to poke others. In 1894, I was caught by the British government and shot directly. Well, looking at your attire, you must be from the 19th century."

"Uh" Freddy continued looking confused.

But while he was covering his head, he heard the roar of the wind, and then he received a solid punch in the head.

This punch was very heavy and heavy, and it knocked Freddy over. And this punch was delivered by Mir.

After the beating, he said with a smile on his face: "You're welcome, greeting gift. After I turned 30, I felt that it was not good to use a knife. Sometimes I accidentally stabbed myself in the hospital, so I still used it at that time. The fist is more comfortable.”

As he said that, he punched again.

That's it, this guy got addicted to the beating. He didn't care about the knife stuck in his thigh. He just rode Freddy with an honest look on his face and gave him a beating. He also praised him while beating him. Freddy's gloves are well made.

In less than a minute, Freddy was beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he was almost knocked unconscious. Fortunately, in the last moment of clarity, he finally exerted enough energy to pull out.

He never figured out why he met such a pervert, but it was too late to analyze. Anyway, there were so many people here, so he had to change his target quickly.

So he rushed outside the house in a few quick steps.

The hall was still crowded with people, and it seemed that no one had understood why they were in such a place, nor had they noticed Freddy.

At this moment, Freddy found a few women huddled together in the crowd.

Very good, women and children have always been the best source of fear. Without further ado, he rushed over quickly, and then five cold-glazed blades fiercely grabbed a lady wearing a gorgeous long gauze skirt. She continued, because her back was facing her at the moment, so the target of this grasp was her lower back.

Then, there was just a "dang" sound, as if two pieces of steel collided together.

"Huh?" Freddy was stunned again, thinking why was it this voice?

At this moment, the woman also turned her head.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

When Freddy was asked this question, he didn't know how to answer. You can't answer: "Uh, sorry, I'm going to chop you, right." So, he could only look at the other person stupidly.

"Ah - your skirt is broken!" At this time, a girl next to her pointed at her skirt and said.

The woman lowered her head and saw Freddie's gloves poking holes in her skirt!

At this moment, Freddy could feel a killing intent gathering towards him. Immediately afterwards, the woman's backhand reached into the hem of her skirt, and then with a "pop" sound, she took out a handful. Come with a machete about half a meter long.

Okay, now Freddy finally knew what he had just poked. However, he didn't understand why this woman was dressed so expensively but had a machete in her waist.

Well, of course he didn't know that this woman's name was Shanna Katherine. In the mid-18th century, she liked to seduce men to marry her, and then use a machete to cut her husband into pieces during the wedding. Among female murderers, she is famous for her good looks and her ability to kill people easily.

And Freddy is so immortal that he has such a target.

Tsk tsk, as I said before, Freddy is unlucky, but it’s not his fault. After all, among the hundred or so people, no one is easy to mess with.

But after Shanna's voice, everyone in the room gathered around.

"What are you doing?"

"Did you bully our young lady Shanna?"

Well, it seems that Shanna's popularity among this group of murderers is not low. Anyway, at this moment, several strong men came over and surrounded Freddy. They all looked big and round, and some of them were carrying Some people were holding knives, and some had two strings of finger-thick bullets hanging from their bodies. What was even more crazy was that there was a man with a hood holding a chainsaw in his hand. Yes, the kind of chainsaw used to cut down trees.

Freddie was heartbroken and thought, what do you guys do? ?

At this time, someone seemed to be coming from outside the crowd, and the crowd automatically moved out of the way.

The man named 'Will' who appeared at the beginning came out, and he saw Freddy in the crowd at a glance.

"Asshole, he was hiding here." He said, and then waved his hand: "Catch him!"

In an instant, all eyes were turned to him. The knives around him were being unsheathed and the sounds of bullets being loaded were heard one after another. The masked man carrying a chainsaw also responded to the situation and shook his big arm, "Buzz" (reading "Two blasts", the chainsaw was pulled away.

Freddy shouted in his heart: "Nah!"

Not daring to stay any longer, he quickly moved and entered... uh... Old Joey's dream.