Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world

Wu Heng looked at the location of the rest area, the slogans on the branches, and the Michael patterns printed on these people's clothes.

"At what point did I become a moral compass? How outrageous!"

He really couldn't guess what was going on in these people's minds. Was it because they hadn't seen Wu Heng kill someone with their own eyes, or because it wasn't them who died?

In the rest area, there are some tired people, gathered in piles, drinking wine.

This site must have just been renovated. The original vines and tree trunks were all piled on the outside, forming a natural fence around it.

As soon as Wu Heng came here, there was a group of women waving to him near the bonfire near the fence.

"Hey, handsome guy, come here!" three of the girls shouted.

Wu Heng ignored these people.

He just kept looking around, looking for any trace of Jason.

But nothing obviously happened here, otherwise these people wouldn't be so calm.

There are so many people wandering around in the woods tonight!

And a large part of these people worship Wu Heng and provide him with terror.

In a sense, he is his person.

Wu Heng thought of this and had an idea.

He began to carefully feel the dense fear links in his mind, and narrowed its scope to this forest.

Feel carefully where the fear is disappearing.

But in the eyes of outsiders,

He stood still, motionless.

When the people around the bonfire saw Wu Heng ignoring anyone, they turned back boredly and continued chatting.

"found it!"

Wu Heng suddenly noticed that in the forest to the southeast, there were three terrifying emotions, which were so tight that they were almost stuck together.

I don’t know what these three people are doing.

But two of the emotions dissipated instantly.

The remaining group was running quickly towards the camp, and the distance was not far, only more than two hundred meters.

It's just that the surrounding sounds are too noisy, covering up the other party's voice.

When they approached a hundred meters, this emotion completely dissipated, but Wu Heng had already pointed his right ear in that direction and listened carefully.

He heard screams that suddenly stopped, and the approaching sounds of branches and vines snapping.

Wu Heng knew that the thing that killed those three people was coming!

At this time, in this place, without gunshots, who else could kill three people instantly except Jason?

So Wu Heng also raised his feet and took the initiative to walk to the southeast. He wanted to intercept the opponent.

Just when Wu Heng approached the fence,

A black girl with dreadlocks who was obviously high, stood up unsteadily from the bonfire with a wine bottle in her hand.

Then he was happily blocking the fence, which was Wu Heng's way forward.

Still ten meters away, he yelled at Wu Heng:

"Want to run? Where can you run? Hey, boy, I asked you to come over and have a chat. Why don't you come over? Are you not giving me Gemma face?"

"Here, take off your mask and let me see what you look like."

"Otherwise, I will perform an exorcism ritual on you, this little murderer, today, ha. Hey. Ha!"

The black girl with dreadlocks was dancing on the spot as she spoke.

He performed a set of exorcism movements as if he was possessed by an evil spirit, which was somewhat similar to the style in Indonesia.

But Wu Heng could tell that she was obviously drunk and crazy.

The most important thing is that Wu Heng did not feel the fear of his own from her. This black girl was just a partygoer.

He still ignored the drunk woman, but stood quietly and waited.

The black girl with dreadlocks thought she had suppressed Wu Heng, but in fact, what Wu Heng was looking at was the darkness of the forest behind her.

"Tch, why are you pretending to be cold and silent? Do you really think you are Michael?"

"I'm just here to tell you, don't take yourself too seriously!" The black girl was completely angered by Wu Heng's silent response and said angrily.

At this moment, there was a click at the forest fence behind her.

Branches and vines formed a fence, which was easily knocked open.

A figure who is 1.9 meters tall, has a deformed and rotten head, wears tattered clothes stained with mud, and wears a yellow, very dirty-looking hockey mask.

From outside the fence, he strode in.

In his hand, he held a machete stained with blood.

"Fake Squid, I'm talking to you, give me a reaction!" While the black girl was cursing, she was also attracted by the voice behind her and turned her head to look over, "Oh, there's a new guy here!"

Then he continued to say to Wu Heng:

"What are you pretending to be? Do you think you are the only one with a good outfit? Look at this new guy!"

"The clothes covered in mud, the knife painted with red dye, and the old mask perfectly fit the image of a murderer in my mind. You look like a baby compared to him."

"I don't just mean that your image is that of a baby. If you look at that huge outline, yours is not noticeable at all!"

After finishing speaking, the black girl glared at Wu Heng, who was still silent, raised a crooked and non-standard middle finger, and turned around and walked towards Jason.

Like a proud black peacock, scratching its head and dancing.

Wu Heng was waiting silently, planning to observe Jason's combat power.

After the black girl got closer, she reached out to touch Jason's machete.

Jason suddenly moved. He raised his right arm in an instant and slashed down from top to bottom.

Just like an ax chopping a wood pile, the black girl's bones cracked, and her whole body was split into two pieces in an instant, and her split body sputtered out to both sides.

When he landed, he was three meters away from Jason.

The girl died without even having time to scream.

Jason's knife, after splitting the black girl's body, still maintained its inertia and cut deeply into the ground.

It can be seen that he still has a lot of strength left.

Wu Heng had no reaction to the uncomfortable scene in front of him.

Instead, he showed a trace of relief, because he already had a clear understanding of Jason's power.

For ordinary people, this kind of power will basically cause injuries and death if touched. Ordinary people can't do it even if they want to use a sword or a weapon to block it.

Coupled with Jason's immortality, it becomes even more difficult to deal with.

No wonder he has been a murderer in Crystal Lake for decades, but he has still not been eliminated by some exorcism organizations.

"Help, people are dead, someone killed someone."

"The murderer is here. There is really a murderer in Crystal Lake. Everyone, run!"

"Oh God, God, Uncle Mai, save me!" Someone saw Wu Heng, who was standing still, and suddenly shouted loudly.

Of course, the person who yelled didn’t expect Wu Heng to be the real Michael.

Wu Heng turned his head and glanced, and it was one of his fear worshipers who asked for help.

Although he stood still, Jason couldn't help it anymore. After observing Wu Heng who was nearest, he rushed forward with a machete.

"You look very anxious!"

Wu Heng took out his chef's knife and blocked Jason's sweeping machete.

But the fragile chef's knife's blade was instantly chopped off, leaving only the handle, which could barely stop Jason's knife.

Wu Heng kicked Jason's right wrist, sending the machete flying into the air. Even the back of Jason's hand was dented by the kick.

The feet and hands struck each other, making a dull leather sound, like beating a drum.

Wu Heng felt like he had been kicked on a rubber ring.

Jason's current physique is almost on par with him, which can be seen from the fact that Jason can split and fly people with the knife that is comparable to a piece of iron.

It was more like smashing the human body than splitting it.

Wu Heng kicked Jason away again, and reached out to hold the machete that fell in the air.

"If you damage other people's things, you have to pay compensation."

He held the machete in his hand and weighed it. The wet mud and blood on the handle were a little sticky, which felt very bad.

"Forget it, I'll give it back to you!" Wu Heng threw the knife directly at Jason, and the tip of the knife went straight into Jason's belly.

At this time, all the people in the rest area had fled.

In fact, the visual sense of Jason's knife dismembering the body was a bit too horrifying, beyond the psychological endurance of many people.

It has caused many people to feel intense psychological and physical discomfort.

Wu Heng held his right hand in the air, and a mace appeared.

In "Moonlight Panic\

,"Michael not only used a chef's knife, he also used a hammer, an axe, a telephone wire, etc. Wu Heng felt that using a mace was not too much.

"Pick up your weapons and fight fair!" he said coldly.

Just as Jason was about to pull out the machete in his sheath.

A hammer with nails is already coming towards you,

Hitting the handle of the knife again, the blade hit Jason's abdomen again, and the blade penetrated his body.

Jason still reached out and wanted to draw the knife.

However, Wu Heng raised the hammer one after another without stopping at all. As a result, Jason could not use his strength at all.

Jason couldn't speak, but his breathing became thicker and louder, like that of an angry bull.

In the end, he simply gave up and reached out to take out the machete in his body, and rushed towards Wu Heng with his bare hands.

While Wu Heng swung the mace with his right hand, he grasped it again with his left hand, and another hammer appeared.

Two sledgehammers,

They all hit Jason, who was rushing towards him with open arms.

It was knocked upside down and flew ten meters away. It didn't stop until it hit the trunk of a bucket-thick tree so hard that it rubbed off a large piece of bark.

Taking advantage of the far distance he flew, Jason finally had a buffer and reached out to pull out the machete stuck in his abdomen.

Then the blade that penetrated the body was nailed to the tree, and the body fell to the ground a foot above the ground.

"Give up, Jason, you're tired!"

Wu Heng rushed over and slammed the hammer into Jason's abdomen, like a mashed pumpkin.

The flesh and blood around Jason's belly was squeezed to the edge and sputtered out again.

The powerful hammer smashed through Jason's abdomen, revealing the core of the tree behind which the bark had been rubbed off.

The pure white tree core was stained black by Jason's blood.

Wu Heng smashed Jason's right hand with a hammer again, knocked the knife in his hand, and then continued to hit various joints of Jason's body.

With the support of a big tree, Jason's hands and feet were all smashed, but most of the tree trunk was also smashed off, almost breaking completely.

Then Wu Heng took out an alloy coffin from the phylactery.

Jason, whose body was broken but whose wounds were still squirming and recovering, was placed in the coffin.

This coffin is filled with fine iron sand.

After Jason was put in, the fine sand overflowed to the ground level.

The remaining iron sand,

It penetrated into the gaps all over Jason's body and could effectively restrict his movements.

Wu Heng closed the lid of the coffin, carried the coffin on his shoulder with one hand, and walked out of the forest.

At this time, in the Crystal Lake Camp, the people in the campfire rest area had already screamed and ran to the stage, shaking the excited people vigorously.

Many people who had never seen Jason became excited when they heard that a real murderer had appeared.

"Are you saying that the murderer also wears a mask on his face, similar to a hockey mask, and that he has great strength?"

"Yes, with so many of us in the rest area, we must have read it right!"

"That murderer is just very strong and can chop people into pieces in one go. He doesn't show any other special abilities?"

A strong man wearing a mask of silence, with a black scorpion tattooed on his neck and a scorpion tail wrapped around his face, asked in a muffled voice.

Behind him, there were many strong men standing. The common feature of these people was that they all wore black leather gloves on their left hands.

At the scene, many people wearing masks were in groups and looked at each other.

Many people's expressions became excited.

They even suspected that this murderer also owned one of the seven masks that Uncle Mai mentioned.

Thinking of this, many people took out various fire weapons, from machetes to AK47s and even grenade guns.

Then everyone geared up and rushed towards the rest area. When they arrived, they found no one.

Even the black girl's body and blood on the ground were not found.

Only outside the fence, a smashed and crumbling tree seemed to tell that what happened here was real.

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"The muscles have become stiff and the blood is black. It has basically stopped flowing in the blood vessels."

"It feels a bit like a zombie."

In Crystal Lake Town, Wu Heng has rented a bungalow.

At this time, he was in the basement, studying Jason.

On the table covered with plastic paper, there is an arm and a thigh,

There are a bunch of dead white mice next to them, with black meat residue at the corners of their mouths.

Wu Heng sighed and threw the black turbid blood in the container into the trash can.

Although the blood in Jason's body can always be produced, his immortality does not come from his blood, but because of a certain curse.

Its physical strength also comes from muscles, and blood is just something Jason discarded.

Like zombie blood.

Wu Heng had already tried to use spirit restraint to enslave Jason without success, but it also made Jason feel more at ease, as if his brain had been disturbed.

Thinking of Jason's body's repair and immortality,

With a look on his face, he opened the coffin and used a knife to cut a long slit on Jason's body.

Then I used the ability to transfer skin,

Immediately afterwards, a piece of skin from Jason was actually peeled off.

The skin was held in Wu Heng's hand, but it was still twisting like a lizard's severed tail, as if it wanted to cling to Wu Heng's arm.

Look for bodies to cover.

Seeing this scene, Wu Heng opened the wooden door of the secret room next to him. Inside was a blind local gangster. When he saw Wu Heng, the new tenant, he actually wanted to extort protection money. Wu Heng did not suggest giving him a chance.

As long as he survives, he will receive wealth far beyond the protection fee.

"Woooo.!"

The skinny white smoker, who was tied up with chains and handcuffs and his mouth was gagged, sobbed in horror when he saw the strange skin in Wu Heng's hand.

His eyes widened and he kept shaking his head, making the chain rattle.

"You look lifeless, it's time to pay the price!"

"There will be surprises when you are alive."

As Wu Heng said that, he put Jason's skin, which had been squirming in his hand, around the other person's body.

The skin instantly covered and shrank, sticking tightly to it, and even the cut wounds were healing.