End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

Passing the fatal bend for the second time, it was still the same Chevrolet, with Jason still stuffing it in the trunk.

It is very stupid to take prisoners to the enemy's base camp, but it is even more stupid to stay in your own base camp, because the more dangerous things are, the more they must be kept properly.

Many people don't understand this truth, and then they die!

Whether it is a novel or a film and television drama, there are many similar plots. The villain is caught and locked up instead of being killed. In the end, the villain escapes and causes a catastrophe before regretting it.

The boss who can be dealt with with 100,000 words is so stunned that he catches and escapes, escapes and catches again, and repeatedly finds a million words.

wait……

Russell thought deeply in his eyes, and nodded secretly, as if he understood something!

Ahem, Russell resolutely resists this kind of bloody plot. If he can't kill Jason for the time being, he will just watch it under his nose. Even if there is an accident, it can be dealt with in time, so that the other party will not be caught off guard after hiding in the dark after escaping.

The Chevrolet was driving on the dirt road, and soon encountered two white cars, the wheels of which were punctured by wire, 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 wonder why there were so few real Americans.

There are few families of three in the United States, and each couple raises at least two children. There are more children in black and Mexican families. With legal and illegal immigrants, the population of this country should have exploded long ago.

why not?

Every time the aliens attack the earth, they attack the United States first. The main reason is that they did it!

In terms of death, Russell only obeyed the people of the American Empire. They were warriors and pioneers, and they all revealed a wild and simple atmosphere of sand sculptures.

"This is the first time I've heard such an astonishing concept. Are you serious?" After hearing Russell's analysis of the low natural population growth rate in the United States, Jennifer immediately felt a black line on her forehead.

But don't say it, it seems that there is some truth to it, what a creature like a human being can do, even I can't think of it.

...

Cut off the iron wire blocking the road with the blade of Sand Eagle and God, and the two arrived at their destination - Crystal Lake!

The quiet small lake is far away from the hustle and bustle, the blue sky, white clouds, green mountains and green water, and the breeze blowing the setting sun, it is a good place for outings.

Even though it's not a good season for swimming, it's quite pleasant to invite a few friends to get together, set up a barbecue grill, drink beer, and bask in the moon.

Don't worry about being single, and don't have to be afraid of being slapped in the face with dog food. This is the emperor of the United States. If you show your wealth and wealth, you will be invited to a team battle!

Seven youths came to Crystal Lake with the above purpose in mind, dug up the murderer's grave, and were named and chopped up one by one by Jason who got up in anger.

The corpses were placed in the camp, and Russell picked up the camera on the ground. At the end of the video, there was a picture of Jason standing up from the grave.

The camera with night shooting function, my brother has a lot of ideas, and it is a material that can be made. It's a pity that he died before he was born, a generation of action movie directors died prematurely, and a lot of license plate numbers were lost!

Turning over the camera, Russell ignored the corpses all over the ground, and came to the grave according to the record in the video.

The grave in the center was empty. Jason had been buried here before. There were no funerary objects, only a wooden cross was erected.

The tomb is not the coordinates of the magic circle. Russell and Jennifer split up and search for abandoned wooden houses along the crystal lake. The black eye of the Low Shoulders finds the manuscript in the cabin, where the witch once lived, most likely.

Ring roads were built on both sides of the lake for tourists, and there are also wooden docks for mooring boats. Russell only chose the path, and the wooden house must be in a hidden corner.

The dark circles under his eyes didn't know what kind of shit luck it was, it took Russell a long time 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. Many places are covered by green plants, which blend with the surrounding dense forest. If you sweep it casually, you may think it is a piece of soil slope.

The wooden door could no longer be found, and Russell saw footprints at the door, two footprints, one big and one small, preliminarily judged that there had been a firefight between the black eye and a certain girl here.

Inside the house was rotten furniture, the floor was basically turned into mud, and with a little force, there was a footprint. Following the traces left by the dark circles, Russell came to a room that was probably a storage room.

The interior space was small, and a little sunlight brought light through the wooden boards. Russell found the altar, the altar where the witch cast spells, and a dry dead head was placed in the center of a circle of vessels.

The wrinkled gray skin tightened, two rows of teeth bared outwards, the empty eye sockets stared straight at the door, and the white hair was messy like weeds.

The witch's head, she is Jason's mother!

A look of solemnity flashed in Russell's eyes. He didn't dare to underestimate any witch after experiencing the corpse of an unknown woman. These people have unimaginable abilities. For them, death is not the end, but just another way to survive.

Looking into the empty eyes of the human head, Russell sensed a vague warning, but other than that, there was no magic power leaking nearby.

Russell circled around the altar, flipped out the manuscripts for comparison, and re-placed several containers that were placed in the wrong place. As if a mechanism had been triggered, a light green magic circle bloomed on the ground under the altar.

The target is confirmed, just destroy it.

quack quack quack

The withered dead man's jaws jumped up and down, and he let out a piercing sound of bones colliding. His empty eyes looked at Russell again. This time, the meaning of warning was stronger.

Russell pouted, how could he give up at this point. He took out the sand eagle and shot the dead man's head, and then fired indiscriminately, smashing all the utensils.

The magic circle still exists, but the light is dimmed.

Russell frowned, the witch has something.

Flame and thunder are the first choice to break the magic circle. Russell can't summon thunder, and he can't rub out flames with his fingers, but he has a lighter. He squeezed out a few bullets, sprinkled gunpowder on the altar, took off his coat, tore it into rags, and set the entire altar on fire in the blink of an eye.

The flame attached to the broken human head, and the withered white hair of the weed version was the first to ignite. As the fire grew stronger, the fragments of the vessel began to vibrate violently.

Suddenly, Russell sensed a sense of danger, and jumped aside. Two red lights shot out from the void above the altar, shooting directly at Russell's previous position, like lasers, piercing through all the walls behind.

The incision is smooth and neat, and white smoke is blowing!

Suddenly, a low-pitched curse sounded in the house. Russell looked around for the source of the sound, but couldn't discern the direction.

The creaking sound of grinding teeth changed from light to heavy, and cracks appeared on the walls of the wooden house, and debris fell along with the dust, and the collapse was imminent.

It is not suitable to stay here for a long time, Russell turned and ran out of the house, the magic circle on the ground flickered, like a flashlight with exhausted batteries, struggled twice and 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 was lowered, and the contours 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. When he ran out of the cabin, the whole 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 black pothole appeared, swallowing the wooden house whole. The big mouth closed, and there was even a chewing sound, which was similar to the crunching sound of crushing flesh and blood.

Goosebumps arose. The scene in front of him was beyond Russell's cognition. There was no explanation for this 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 tarsal maggots embedded in the bone. When he looked up, there was a complicated magic symbol on the back of his hand, and the bloody text faintly revealed ominous.

Russell recognized this word, it was a curse often used by witches, using resentment as an inducement to cast spells to attract bad luck and devils to the target.

rustle! !

Footsteps sounded in the dense forest, and Russell's eyes shot over like electricity, and when the gun arrived, the bullet directly bombarded the position where the sound came from.

Shot 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 is just a glimpse, you can recognize who the opponent is, and the hockey mask is too eye-catching.

"Jason!?"

Aren't you locked in the trunk?

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【Fighting Street Diary】

Being busy with work is a good excuse. It seems that if you write a few more chapters, you can really become a god.