End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

A pitch-black magic book with cold tentacles, an abstract picture of a devil's smiling face drawn on the cover, a complex line of astrolabe and seven-pointed star in the center, dotted with magic symbols representing the six elements, and a human heart on top pattern.

This is a translated manuscript. It is not known what it was originally. Russell roughly read it, and the whole article is obscure and incomprehensible. A large amount of space is used to record and describe religious history, myths, and the origin of alchemy. It is magical knowledge that needs to be decrypted.

Between the paragraphs, there are notes and sentiments of the writer. In addition to English, the language used is also mixed with Greek and Arabic, as well as three or five kinds of incomprehensible characters.

【Ding! 】

[The host touches the Voorhees manuscript, which triggers the lottery. Do you want to draw now? 】

The Voorhees Manuscript... Who is the Voorhees?

Russell frowned, and meditated to draw, and soon the system reminded him that he had obtained an item card.

[Item Card: Voorhees Manuscript (Truth in the Eyes of a Madman, or Cursed Wisdom)]

Isn't this the last time I came into contact with a chainsaw, and then opened the chainsaw bridge? Do the same routine twice, the system owes you...

Wait, it smells so good!

Russell was about to vomit, when he suddenly realized that the "Worhees Manuscript" from the item card could be taken away from the mission world!

This is great news. Every magic book is arrogant. If you don’t understand magic to a certain level, you may be able to understand the words in the book, but you can’t memorize them by rote. Knowledge is only in your mind. If you stay for a short time, you will forget everything after the time limit expires.

Sincerely drawn the lottery, Russell didn't open the item card immediately, but went through the original again.

He skipped the unintelligible words, and then he had time to translate slowly, turning directly to the pages of religious history and mythological stories, looking for records about the devil.

Through this magic book, Nicholas learned how to sacrifice to the devil. As an ordinary person, he couldn't understand the profound magic hidden in the text. Russell is a novice and also can't read it, but he knows that this book is an invaluable treasure, and it can give him irreplaceable help for a long time.

After closing the book, Russell put it into the inner pocket of his clothes. This book is currently his most precious treasure, and its value exceeds the sum of all the cards.

In the living room, Jennifer bit off the necks of five people, leaving behind tear marks like beasts. She dug out Nicholas' heart, bit by bit, and chewed it very ladylikely.

During the sacrifice, it was Nicholas who pierced her heart with a sharp knife, and the cycle of karma and retribution was not good!

The Low Shoulders died before they became popular, and the only thing that proves their existence is the five pairs of broken shoes on the ground.

This is also in line with the end of trading with the devil. The devil only does business without cost, and regards the exchange of equivalent value as a loss. Don't imagine that you can get something for nothing from the devil. They have fucked more girls than you have ever seen. You can't play with them with social experience.

The living room was horrible, Russell frowned and walked out the door without looking. Jennifer grabbed Nicholas' clothes, wiped them on her lips, and quickly followed Russell's footsteps.

...

Crystal Lake Camp!

The calm water surface is like a mirror surface, a piece of dead silence, and the gentle breeze blows, sparkling. On the shore, tents lit by bonfires ignited raging fire, and corpses were scattered around.

In the woods, the young man who had tried to strike up a conversation with Jennifer was covering his mouth and hiding behind the tree. He was peeping at the camp where there were no survivors, his eyes filled with fear.

A group of seven people came to the Crystal Lake camp on foot, and found that the camp was empty. They held a camera and dreamed of becoming a big director. They felt that this was a godsend opportunity. Since there is no one watching, then you can shoot whatever you want, so you bewitched everyone to dig the grave of the serial murderer and put it into the camera as a real scene material.

Among the six people, four people opposed it, and two people supported it. The opinions were not unified, and the future director left with two supporters. Before leaving, he also took the shovel and ax from the camp, and then...

The three never came back, replaced by a tall murderer wearing a hockey mask.

Hundred People Killing Boy—Jason!

Everyone was ruthlessly beheaded, only the young man was fishing by the lake and escaped his life by chance. Seeing the brutal murder in the distance, he crouched behind a tree and dared not make a sound until Jason left.

"The Chinaman is right, it's too dangerous here, I have to go quickly..."

The young man squatted behind the tree for a long time, making sure that the murderer was far away, and then tiptoed to run away. As soon as he turned around, he found that his vision darkened, and a wall appeared in front of him.

It wasn't a wall, it was a person, and he almost hit the other person's chest.

The young man was both surprised and happy, and he continued to talk to someone about his fear, but when he looked up, the surprise suddenly turned cold, and he froze in place, stunned.

The tall figure was wearing a hockey mask and tattered gray long trousers. He held a rusty machete in his right hand. Through the gap in the mask, he could vaguely see a pair of cold eyes.

"No..."

Cold light flashed!

The young man's body stood on the spot, while the big head soared into the sky and fell three meters away. The smooth cut of the neck, spurting blood outwards.

Blood splashed on the hockey mask, Jason was unmoved, silently turned around and looked into the distance, silent for a while, strode out, and disappeared into the woods.

...

Meanwhile, Russell was driving back, and this time he found a real shortcut. It is still a dirt road, and there are directional signs at the intersection, so you will never go wrong again.

"Russell, didn't you say you won't take shortcuts again?" Jennifer sat on the co-pilot and lifted the corner of her skirt, thinking that it was her.

"I'll go back and look at the map. It doesn't matter if I copy it once in a while..." Russell ignored the two straight long legs. After seeing Jennifer eating people, he crossed her off the list. It's a bit difficult to record the photos in the file.

"Well, I'm worried that if I meet something again, it will delay your time." Jennifer looked at Russell affectionately, with spring water in her eyes, which was already teasing.

The vixen's face was extremely alluring at the moment.

It's a pity that this face has been filled with a mosaic by Russell's brain!

"Meet something again..."

There are many horror movies on the U.S.-Imperial Highway, and the deadly curve has already been brushed, and there will be eyes in the mountains, the chainsaw killer, the rest stop, no survivors, and the horror wax museum... Thinking about it, Russell smiled .

"That's not bad, it's just time to refresh my inventory!"

Just as he was speaking, a face in a hockey mask with a machete walked out directly in front of the dirt road.

Russell: "..."

Nima, am I hallucinating again?

After looking back at the car, Jennifer complained helplessly: "I seem to have seen a familiar scene somewhere. These murderers are too determined. Don't you know that sneak attacks have a higher success rate?"

After complaining, Jennifer pushed open the car door, opened her mouth wide and let out a roar, suspended in mid-air and rushed towards Jason.

It's just that the blade is a bit bigger, and the mask has been changed. Do you still want to abuse me again?

Jennifer dismissed it, her pupils turned silver, she was super fierce when she was full!

brush!

A silver light flashed, blood dripped from the rusty machete, Jason kicked away the headless corpse in front of him, grabbed the head that fell in mid-air, and picked it up by his long hair.

He stared straight at Russell, as if saying...

Russell got out of the car speechlessly, touched Sha Ying on the back of the car: "I seem to have seen a familiar scene somewhere before!"

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【Fighting Street Diary】

After the last one hit the street, I decisively switched to another one and continued to hit the street. After a month, the editor asked me why you cut it.