Superman's Journey

Chapter 77 The Simple Boy Voorhees (5K)

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

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

The medicinal liquid dripped slowly, revived his body.

The vitality in his body kept springing up, but John didn't make any movements. He just lay calmly on the bed and looked at Lynn who was anxiously walking around the room: "This is his game, you just need to wait."

"Do you want me to die?!"

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

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

"This damn collar won't open at all, I'm not going to sit still, absolutely not!"

The roar seemed to bring strength to Lian En. She no longer confined her eyes to the ward, but turned her attention to the workshop behind the plastic curtain door.

With a crash, she lifted 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 remained calm, and quietly stretched out his hand to speed up the dripping speed of the bottle, which allowed him to clenched his fist
studio.

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

It wasn't until this moment that she remembered the participant who had accepted the game test in Amanda's mouth.

Since there is no way to open the self-explosive collar on her body or keep John alive, she can release the tester directly, and then everyone leaves together.

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

Lian En frantically opened the pitch-black screen, her eyes searched the dark screen, and soon, she froze.

Looking at the figure on the screen looking for a way out in a panic, Lynn 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 angrily walked to John's hospital bed: "You kidnapped me! You kidnapped Jeff! What the hell are you doing?" What are you going to do!?"

"This is a test." Even facing Lynn who was in a state of rage, John remained calm: "I brought him here and locked him up with those who were related to your son's death."

"He needs to forgive those who hurt his son in order to be born again, do you think he can do that?"

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

John didn't answer, but just looked at Lynn calmly: "Doctor, do you know how fragile the life of a patient with terminal brain cancer is? Almost any small abnormality may lead to the death of a patient with terminal cancer."

"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 do rescue."

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

"Hmm!!!" John didn't speak, he tightened his lips and let out a suppressed voice in his throat.

The next moment, Lynn couldn't help covering her mouth, because she saw John's rotten flesh suddenly tense at this moment, and almost at the same time, there was a huge turmoil in the body detector that had been running smoothly.

John didn't speak, he just used actions to tell Lynn what he could do.

"What are you going to do!?"

Lian En almost collapsed, and outside the processing plant, Lincoln shook in disappointment after seeing this scene: "What an iron waste!"

He originally thought that Lynn could be stronger, but now it seemed that John knew Lynn better than she knew herself.

That being the case, there is nothing to stop at.

Lincoln started the car and left the processing plant, and returned to the Crystal Lake holiday camp. However, before entering the camp hotel, Lincoln heard some discordant voices.

"Miss, did you come alone? Would you like to go to the river with us to play, I brought a swimsuit, the size of the chest will be very suitable for you."

"Surely you will have a good time."

Taking a long breath, Lincoln quickened his pace, and then saw on the open balcony at the entrance of the hotel, a few yellow-haired and black-skinned men who had seen in the van before, entangled around Angela like psoriasis.

They laughed unscrupulously, and what they said made Angela's face ugly. She got up and wanted to leave, but was blocked by a few people: "Don't worry, come and have a good chat with us."

"Do you need me to chat with you?" Lincoln's figure suddenly appeared behind them. Lincoln's palm was lightly pressed on the neck of one of them. Before he could use any force, the tearing pain made him howl.

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

"No problem." Lincoln smiled lightly, and the moment he let go of his palm, he kicked his leg lightly. With a bang, his knee hit the wooden board firmly.

"Ah!" Another more mournful howl sounded.

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

"No problem." Lincoln chuckled, stepped forward and slapped him.

Snapped!
A slap in the face made the heads of the two of them turn away, and the burning pain made the expressions on their faces stunned. It took a moment for them to react: "You!"

Snapped!
It was another slap in the face.

"I'm going to kill you! Damn"

Snapped!
"You wait for me."

Snapped!
Lincoln didn't speak, but just swung his arms again and again, and Angela had already moved aside early.

Amidst the crackling sound, Huang Mao, who had hit his knees on the ground, was holding his legs and couldn't get up. The other two had already been beaten into pigs' heads by Lincoln.

The tearing pain finally calmed their minds a little. They looked at Lincoln with a smile on his face, and they didn't dare to say another word, they hurriedly pulled up their companions on the ground and disappeared.

Looking at the backs of the three of them going away, Angela came forward with some worry at this moment: "Are you all right? How is your hand?"

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

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

"Then back to the room?" Lincoln smiled, and pulled her up like walking in 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 suppressed but still unstoppable voice from inside, Emma took a deep breath, clenched her fists, and went back to her room to bury herself in the quilt: "biology!"

Lincoln was going to find a time to kill those bastards, but before that, he was going to appease Angela's heart.

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

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

It was not until it was dark that she let go of her thighs and fell into a deep sleep.

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

The afterglow of the setting sun completely disappeared on the horizon. Looking at the gloomy branches and leaves in the darkness, Emma's expression was flat: "I knew you must have no good things coming here."

"Nonsense! This time it's a good thing." Lincoln looked through the forest and saw a few naked men and women having a party beside Crystal Lake: "Have you ever seen a group party?"

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

"So why don't you show any resistance on your face when you talk about being perverted? Lori, who thinks you are decent, your acting skills still need to be improved."

Emma:? ? ?
Lincoln brought Emma out at night, of course, not to see the open-air party of those people. To be honest, they are far behind in terms of physical fitness, skills, or appearance.

It's more fun to play games with Angela than to watch them fuck around here.

He came this time because he planned to release Jason from the crystal lake ahead of time.

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

Obviously, after Jason was sealed, he wouldn't show up for quite a while, but they just kept the Crystal Lake closed during this period of time.

Until now, the thing used to seal Jason loosened, and they started to open Crystal Lake to build a holiday camp instead.

If he didn't know what their intentions were, Lincoln would have thought that they were just planning to line up to get Jason's achievements.

Although the current situation is no different.

According to Lincoln's estimation of the remaining energy on the seal, Jason should have been born in the past two days.

That being the case, it’s okay to go one day earlier, right?

It just so happens that there are very few people in the holiday camp, and they are basically the people he wants to deal with.

Walking across the crystal lake to the depths of the forest, the chaotic voice made Emma's ears turn red, and she glared at Lincoln fiercely, but nothing happened.

The cute black long straight loli doesn't have pupil skills such as Amaterasu, so her vicious eyes are useless except to make herself more cute in the eyes of some perverts.

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

On the other side of the crystal lake, across the barriers of numerous forests, a wooden house that looked like it was about to decay finally revealed its appearance under the moonlight.

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

boom!
The solid wood door was directly broken into pieces of wood under the heavy foot, and the orange-yellow firelight in the room that seemed to have been unoccupied for a long time could not add a trace of warmth.

Lincoln walked into the wooden house, looked at the withered skull on the wooden table, and said in an extremely arrogant tone, "Witch, are you awake? Call your son out quickly, I will ask him for help!"

Mrs Voorhees: ? ? ?

Voorhees, who is a witch and immortal, never really died, and has been quietly perched in the skull on the table, waiting for her son to revive.

She already felt that Jason's recovery was just these days, but Lincoln's sudden arrival left her in a daze.

Especially when Lincoln picked up her skull and stared at her sockets with red eyes, the inexplicable panic in her heart had reached its peak.

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

"Stupid!" Lincoln sneered disdainfully, and with a bang, carved a line of words on Voorhees's skull with his thermal vision: Lincoln is here for a visit.

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

"I want Jason to chop off your head to make 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 cursing abruptly.

Lincoln looked down with an 'apologetic' face, the skull in his hand had been squeezed out of a crack at some point: "I'm really sorry, the strength in my hand is a bit stronger."

"You!" The witch wanted to curse again angrily, but Lincoln spoke first: "I remember that there are inorganic salts in the urine, so it should be able to repair the cracks?"

The witch's spirit can last for a long time, the only disadvantage is that she needs to rely on something that originally belonged to her, and she likes to rely on her own skull, so Lincoln's threat is very powerful.

However, Voorhees has left behind many things, among which the spirit can be attached not only to the skulls in the hands of her good brothers Jason and Lincoln, but also those sweaters, photos, etc. can be used as attachments.

The witch's thoughts changed sharply, and she sneered in her heart, and then found Lincoln squatting in front of the increasingly vigorous 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 hot, and the anger in the witch's heart was also very hot: "Damn it!"

With a puff, another attachment was thrown into the fire by Lincoln, and the witch suddenly calmed down: "Tell me, what do you want to do?"

"Call out your big brother Jason."

"I can not do it."

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

"I'm afraid of a hammer." Lincoln sneered at the witch's panic: "The altar for resurrecting Jason is not here, so I can set fire to the mountain and it will be fine."

"You're a lunatic!"

"Thank you for the compliment." Lincoln nodded happily, then reached out and broke another pillar, and the wooden house really began to crumble.

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

By Lincoln's side, Emma, ​​who watched Lincoln and the witch Voorhees communicate in a friendly way, only felt that her mind was buzzing.

Originally, she thought the world was very scientific, but an immortal witch appeared; she thought Lincoln was a man who would only play games with her aunt, but in the end, this man made the witch unable to deal with him?

But why did he bring himself here?

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

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

Before she could realize what happened, she heard Lincoln's voice above her head: "Put it in your place first, so it can be used as a toy."

Emma: Are you serious?Let me play with a skull inhabited by a witch's spirit?Even if I'm not afraid, my aunt will be, right?
Emma wanted to refuse, but Lincoln didn't give her a chance to speak at all.

Whoosh, just hearing the sound of the wind, Emma felt the world spinning in front of her eyes, and when she regained her senses, she was already standing by the crystal lake: "What are you going to do?"

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

Lincoln smiled, wisps of golden light outlined his body surface, and under Emma's blank eyes, he slowly lifted into the air, and the next moment, the crimson beam sank into the calm lake.

Grumpy Grumpy!

The thousands of Baidu lasers made the lake water boil in an instant, and the steam spread out from the lake surface, and at the bottom of the lake, the light beam destroyed all the seals.

The crimson light beam passed away in a flash, without 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 an unknown number of years opened his eyes.

His burly body was opening up the lake, and with the sound of rushing water, he walked ashore with a cold hockey mask.

The instigator of all this, Lincoln, had already taken Emma away from the lake early on. Jason's little black eyes hidden under the mask looked around and locked on the person who was having a nude party in the woods. body.

Jason was a very innocent boy, he didn't have any other thoughts in his mind other than killing people.

His burly tower-like voice shuttled through the woods without making any sound, and he stood at the place closest to the carnival crowd.

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

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

(End of this chapter)