Superman's Journey to a Thousand Worlds

John has been playing games with people for many years, but he never imagined that one day, he would be chosen by people to play a game at the cost of his life.

The potion left by Lincoln gave him the possibility to play the game, but Amanda adjusted the dripping speed of the potion to the slowest, which greatly limited the speed of John's body recovery.

The medicine dripped slowly, reviving his body.

The vitality in his body continued to surge, but John did not make any move. He just lay on the bed calmly and watched Lien who was walking anxiously around the room: "This is his game, you just need to wait."

"Do you want me to wait to die?!"

Without Amanda's presence, facing an elderly patient, the negative emotions in Lane's heart were completely aroused under the pressure of death.

She held down John's shoulders, and the expression on her face was so vicious that it even became distorted: "You are dead! Once the infusion is stopped, you will be dead by then! And you will let me die together!"

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"This damn collar can't be opened at all. I won't sit still and wait for death, absolutely not!"

The roar seemed to give Lien strength. She no longer limited her gaze to the ward, but instead looked towards the workroom behind the plastic curtain door.

With a crash, she opened the plastic curtain and rushed in again, trying to find something that could save her life.

Looking at the hazy figure through the curtain, John's face remained calm, and he quietly reached out his hand to speed up the dripping of the bottle, which allowed him to clench his fist.

...

studio.

Lien searched around like a headless fly, trying to find something to open the self-destruction collar on her body, but found nothing after searching.

It was only then that she remembered the participant who Amanda said was tested in the game.

Since there is no way to open the self-destruction collar on her body or let John continue to attack, she can simply release the tester and then everyone leaves together.

She believed that the police outside must have a way to open the collar on her body!

Lien hurriedly opened the pitch-black screen and searched the dark screen with her eyes. Soon, she was stunned.

Looking at the figure frantically looking for a way out on the screen, Lien felt that her world had collapsed.

She yelled crazily, threw everything on the table in front of her to the ground, then pushed open the curtain door and walked angrily to John's hospital bed: "You kidnapped me! You also kidnapped Jeff! What the hell are you doing?"

What to do!?”

"This is a test." Even when faced with Lane, who was in a state of rage, John remained calm: "I brought him here and locked him up with those who are related to the death of your son."

"He needs to forgive those who have hurt his son in order to gain a new lease of life. Do you think he can do that?"

"Fuck you!" Lane didn't care if Jeff could do it. She just wanted to end this game now: "Tell me! How to end this damn game! I don't want to play with you anymore."

John did not answer, but looked at Lianne calmly: "Doctor, do you know how fragile the lives of terminal brain cancer patients are? Almost any small abnormality may lead to the death of a terminal cancer patient."

"Especially in a place like this where there are no qualified medical facilities and medicines, you don't even have enough time and resources to provide rescue."

"You won't die!" Lien looked at John with anger in her eyes: "This medicine is keeping you alive..."

"Hmm!!!" John didn't speak. He pursed his lips and made a suppressed sound in his throat.

The next moment, Lien couldn't help but cover her mouth, because she saw John's decaying body tightening suddenly at this moment, and almost at the same time, the body posture detector that had been running smoothly showed great fluctuations.

John didn't speak, he just used actions to tell Lane what he could achieve.

"What on earth are you going to do!?"

Lane almost collapsed, but outside the processing plant, Lincoln, who saw this scene, shook his head in disappointment: "What a piece of trash!"

He originally thought that Lane could be stronger, but now it seems that John understands Lane better than she knows herself.

In this case, there is nothing to stop at.

Lincoln started the car and left the processing plant, returning to the Crystal Lake Resort Camp. However, before entering the camp hotel, Lincoln heard some unharmonious sounds.

"Miss, are you here alone? Do you want to go to the river with us to play? I brought a swimsuit. The breast size will suit you very well."

"My lower body is also very large, I will definitely make you have a great time..."

Taking a long breath, Lincoln quickened his pace, and then saw on the open balcony in front of the hotel, a few idle yellow-haired and black-skinned men he had seen in the van before, wrapped around Angela like they had psoriasis.

They laughed unbridled and what they said made Angela look ugly. She stood up and wanted to leave, but was blocked by several people: "Don't leave in a hurry, come and have a nice chat with us..."

"Do you need me to come and chat with you?" Lincoln's figure suddenly appeared behind them. His palm gently pressed on one person's neck. Before applying any force, the tearing pain made him wail.

"Ah! Let me go! Let me go!"

"No problem." Lincoln smiled softly. The moment he released his palm, he lightly kicked the crook of his leg. With a thud, his knee hit the wooden board firmly.

"Ah!" Another, more shrill, wailing sound sounded.

Seeing their companions being humiliated, the remaining two people couldn't sit still. They stood up and looked at Lincoln angrily: "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing wrong." Lincoln chuckled, stepped forward and slapped him.

Snap!

A slap in the face caused the two people's heads to tilt, and the burning pain made their faces freeze. It took a moment to react: "You!"

Snap!

Another slap came out.

"I'm going to kill you! Damn it..."

Snap!

"Just wait for me..."

Snap!

Lincoln didn't speak, but moved his arms again and again. Angela had already stepped aside early.

Huang Mao, who had hit his knees on the ground, was holding his legs and unable to get up. The other two people had been beaten into pig heads by Lincoln.

The tearing pain finally allowed their minds to calm down a little. They looked at Lincoln with a smile on his face and did not dare to say another word. They hurriedly picked up their companions on the ground and disappeared.

Looking at the three people walking away, Angela stepped forward with some worry: "Are you okay? How is your hand?"

"It's okay." Lincoln held Angela's outstretched palm with his backhand and brought it down: "It's just that I may not be able to do the craft work, so I need your help."

"Ah?" Angela was stunned for a moment. She shook her head and looked around in a panic: "This, you can't do it here, people will see you."

"Then in the room?" Lincoln smiled, pulled her up and walked into the hotel.

"But Emma is still in the room."

"Just close the door." Lincoln said in a relaxed voice, "Emma will take care of herself."

(Emma:???)

Ten minutes later, at the door of the bedroom, listening to the extremely depressing but still unstoppable photography coming from inside, Emma took a deep breath, clenched her fists, returned to her room and buried herself under the quilt:

"Lower body creature!"

Lincoln was going to find time to kill those gangsters, but before that, he was going to calm Angela's mind.

Half a day is enough, so that she can sleep better at night, and Lincoln can take Emma out with peace of mind to show this little bad guy what a murderer is.

Angela has a very good character, that is, she strives for excellence in everything she does.

It wasn't until it got dark that she let go of her thighs that were wrapped around Lincoln's waist like the roots of an old tree and fell asleep.

After getting dressed, Lincoln took Emma by the collar like a garbage bag and took her out of the hotel and into the dense woods.

The afterglow of the setting sun completely disappeared on the horizon. Looking at the branches and leaves that looked gloomy in the darkness, Emma's face was dull: "I knew you would be up to no good when you came here."

"Nonsense! It's a good thing this time." Lincoln looked through the woods and saw several naked men and women having a party next to Crystal Lake: "Have you ever seen a group party?"

Emma blinked, and then she understood what Lincoln was talking about, and she immediately scorned: "Pervert!"

"So why do you say you're perverted but don't show any resistance on your face? You're a lolita who talks too much about your integrity, your acting skills still need to be improved."

Emma:???

Of course, Lincoln's purpose of bringing Emma out at night was not to watch that group of people having an open-air party. To be honest, whether it was physical fitness, skills, or looks, they were all too far apart.

Playing games with Angela is much more fun than watching them fuck around here.

He came this time to release Jason from Crystal Lake in advance.

Speaking of which, the people in this world are... indescribable.

It was clear that Jason would not appear for a long time after being sealed, but as a result, they kept Crystal Lake sealed during this period.

Until now, the device used to seal Jason has loosened, and they have begun to open Crystal Lake to build a holiday camp.

If he hadn't known their true intentions, Lincoln would have thought that they were just lining up to get Jason's achievements.

Although the current situation is no different.

According to Lincoln's estimate of the energy remaining on the seal, Jason was born within these two days.

In this case, it doesn't matter if it's a day early, right?

It just so happened that there were very few people in the holiday camp right now, and they were basically the people he wanted to deal with.

Crossing the crystal lake and walking deeper into the forest, the chaotic sounds made Emma's ears turn red. She glared at Lincoln fiercely, but nothing happened.

The cute long straight black loli doesn't have eye skills like Amaterasu, so her vicious eyes have no lethal effect except to make herself more cute in the eyes of some perverts.

Well, the perverts here may also include Lincoln, a guy who often meets with sexual desires.

On the other side of Crystal Lake, across the barrier of numerous woods, a wooden house that looked like it was about to decay finally revealed its appearance in the moonlight.

Lincoln grabbed Emma with one hand, raised his foot and put it on the shaky wooden door.

boom!

The solid wood door was shattered into pieces under the heavy foot. The orange firelight in the room that seemed to have been unoccupied for a long time could not add any warmth.

Lincoln walked into the wooden house, looked at the dried skull on the wooden table, and said in an extremely arrogant tone: "Witch, are you awake? Call your son out quickly, I'll ask him for a favor!"

Mrs. Voorhees:???

As a witch and spiritually immortal, Voorhees has never really died. She has always been quietly inhabiting the skull on the table, waiting for her son to resurrect.

She had sensed Jason's resurgence during these days, but Lincoln's sudden arrival blindsided her.

Especially when Lincoln picked up her skull and stared at her eyes with a hint of red, the inexplicable panic in her heart had reached its extreme.

Unable to sit back and watch her remaining head being blown up by Lincoln, in Emma's somewhat surprised eyes, Voorhees's ethereal and hoarse voice echoed in the room: "Jason will kill you!"

"Idiot!" Lincoln sneered disdainfully, and with a sneer, he used his thermal vision to carve a line of words on Voorhees's skull: Lincoln is here for a visit.

Voorhees:???!!!

Seeing Lincoln's actions and the deep and almost indelible carvings on her skull, the witch was dumbfounded: "Damn it! You despicable bastard! How dare you do this!"

"I want Jason to chop off your head and make it into a chamber pot, and grind that wild girl in your hand into minced meat. I want..."

Click!

The crisp sound of bone cracking stopped the witch's curses.

Lincoln looked down with an 'apologetic' look on his face. Unexpectedly, a crack had been created in the skull in his hand: "I'm really sorry, my hand was a little too strong."

"You!" The witch wanted to curse again angrily, but Lincoln spoke first: "I remember there are inorganic salts in the urine. If you pour some feces and urine on it, it should be able to repair the crack, right?"

The spirit of a witch can survive for a long time. The only drawback is that it needs to rely on something that originally belonged to her.

Voorhees left behind many things, among which the skulls in the hands of her eldest sons Jason and Lincoln can be attached spiritually. Those sweaters, photos, etc. can also be used as attachments.

The witch's thoughts changed rapidly, and she sneered in her heart, and then Lincoln squatted in front of the increasingly strong bonfire: "What are you doing?"

"Oh, it's nothing. I think the fire is too small. Add some firewood to it." Lincoln returned casually, then reached out and threw a photo wrapped in a sweater into the flames.

There was a crackling sound, the bonfire was burning brightly, and the witch was also very angry: "Damn it..."

With a pop, another debris was thrown into the fire by Lincoln. The witch suddenly calmed down: "Tell me, what do you want to do?"

"Call your great boy Jason."

"I can't do it."

"Trash!" Lincoln sneered, broke off a pillar of the wooden house and threw it into the fire, making the witch become more and more frightened: "Damn it! Stop! Do you want to destroy this place?!"

"Afraid of a hammer." Lincoln sneered at the witch's fear: "The altar for resurrecting Jason is not here, so it won't be a problem even if I set the mountain on fire."

"You're a madman!"

"Thank you for the compliment." Lincoln nodded happily, then stretched out his hand and broke another pillar. The wooden house really began to shake.

Unable to break through Lincoln's biological force field defense, the witch fell into a state of incompetent rage, and could only watch helplessly as Lincoln transformed into an arsonist and completely burned down the cabin she left behind.

Next to Lincoln, Emma, ​​who was watching Lincoln's friendly exchanges with the witch Voorhees, felt her head buzzing.

Originally she thought the world was very scientific, but then a witch with an immortal spirit appeared; she thought Lincoln was a man who would only play games with her aunt, but in the end this man actually allowed the witch to be unable to do anything to him?

But why did he bring himself here?

Emma was deep in thought when she suddenly felt something solid being stuffed into her arms. She looked down and saw that it was the head that Lincoln had held in his hand earlier.

There are still some dry cells and withered hair on this gray-white skull, and its black mouth and eye sockets are eerie.

Before she could realize what was happening, she heard Lincoln's voice above her head: "Put it at your place first. You can use it as a toy to play with."

Emma: Are you serious? Let me play with a skull that contains the spirit of a witch? Even if I'm not scared, my aunt will be, right?

Emma wanted to refuse, but Lincoln didn't give her a chance to speak.

With a swish, Emma heard the sound of wind, and Emma felt that the world was spinning in front of her eyes. When she came to her senses again, she was already standing by the Crystal Lake: "What are you going to do?"

"Oh, I'm going to release the witch's idiot in advance."

Lincoln smiled, and wisps of golden light were outlined on his body. In Emma's blank eyes, he slowly rose into the air, and the next moment, the red beam of light sank into the calm lake.

Gulu gulu!

Thousands of degrees of laser light caused the lake water to boil in an instant, the steam spread out from the lake surface, and at the bottom of the lake, the beam destroyed all seals.

The red beam of light flashed away, not even attracting the attention of the partygoers on the other side, but at the bottom of the dark and deep lake, a figure who had been sleeping for who knows how many years opened its eyes.

His burly body was opening up the lake, and amid the sound of rushing water, he stepped onto the shore wearing an ice-cold hockey mask.

The initiator of everything, Lincoln, had already left Hubian with Emma early. Jason's little black eyes hidden under the mask looked around and locked on the person who was having a nude party in the clearing in the woods.

On the body.

Jason is a very innocent boy who has no other thoughts in his mind except killing.

His burly voice, like an iron tower, shuttled through the woods without making any sound. He stood closest to the carnival crowd.

He bent down and searched on the ground, and finally touched a fifteen-six-centimeter stick made of rubber, slightly hard and with spiral patterns.

It wasn't very qualified as a weapon, but Jason was strong enough to kill these fragile humans with it.