Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 227 227. Fighting lv4, life energy

Behind the bed of an abandoned red truck.

Jesse, who was short and hiding, looked at his five companions guiltily, "It's all my fault. If I hadn't been broken up in love and had to ask everyone to go on a road trip to relax, I wouldn't have encountered such a terrible thing, which almost killed you."

"Don't blame yourself, this was just a false alarm, no one was hurt." Evan held his girlfriend France in his arms and gave her a heavy kiss, and said with emotion, "It also made me realize that the people around me are valuable, and this is a price that is priceless. valuable experience.”

"No, this is a nightmare." Carly's eyes flashed with pain of memory, and she muttered, "You haven't seen that we accidentally broke into the home of these deformed people before, and saw how horrible things were. I have to go back and see a psychiatrist after the trip.”

"How terrible?"

A voice came from behind the car.

Everyone's hearts skipped a beat, and they raised their heads and turned towards the slowly approaching figure. Uncontrollably, the scene of him slaughtering three freaks with lightning speed flashed before their eyes. His agility was so agility that he didn't look like a human being.

Moreover, after experiencing such brutal killing, his body was strangely not stained with a drop of blood or dust, and his clothes were as clean as if they had just been bought from the mall.

The unusualness of all this filled the air with an extremely depressing feeling before a storm, and the crowd was silent for a full ten seconds.

Chris opened his hands and walked over with a hearty smile and gave Dean a hug, breaking the dead silence, "Man, you saved our lives. You are a savior sent by God."

"His name is Dean." Evan added with gratitude and admiration,
"How did you do it? It's like being possessed by the elf prince Legolas." Sco stared at the bow and arrow behind him and joked, "The bow and arrow are more accurate than a sniper rifle."

"I have been practicing for a few years...but don't worry, I only attack people who break the law and commit crimes, such as these weirdos who attack passers-by in the mountains and forests." Dean glanced at everyone, "And you are not some vicious criminals."

Everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they heard this, and their eyes when looking at him became a little more friendly.

Dean continued, "Back to the topic, what did you find in their old home?"

"That place is hell!" Carly hugged her body with both hands and said tremblingly, "The one-story house is filled with all kinds of messy debris. It is filthier and smellier than the garbage den where homeless people live, and the house There is also a special slaughtering room and a huge pot. After these freaks caught the 'prey', they chopped it up and threw it into the pot to cook... and part of the prey was pickled... Wow..."

Scott hugged Carly tightly and kissed her forehead.

France retched as she heard it, and Evan turned blue when he thought about how he had almost been caught before.

"There are such psychopathic freaks in the world." Chris murmured to himself, "From the photos, it looks like the entire family is deformed."

"Maybe it's because of their disgusting eating habits that they turned into such inhuman looks." Jesse sighed, "But we were lucky. When we accidentally broke into the house, the freaks were out hunting. By the way, We found a boy covered in blood and still breathing in the house..."

"A boy?" Dean felt his temples twitching twice, realizing that this guy was the target of inspiration, "Tell me about him!"

Jesse's cold face melted with worry and sympathy, and he said softly, "He looks about eighteen or nineteen years old, and has blond hair. It reminds me of my uncle's son. He was locked in the kitchen with an iron chain, as if he was excessively frightened and Hurt, not a word to answer.”

"We originally wanted to take him to escape together, but we couldn't find the key to unlock the chain. After a few minutes of stalemate, the two freaks returned home."

Chris said thankfully, "We hid under the bed and waited for the freak to fall asleep before sneaking into this car graveyard."

"Evan was almost strangled to death by a freak, and you broke into the freak's lair again. I was the only one who didn't experience any risk." France murmured in surprise, "That makes me the luckiest."

"Who makes you look the most beautiful?" Evan joked.

"Everyone, that's it for now. It's time to get down to business." Dean nodded, turned and walked towards the trailer on the side of the road, "Follow me, hurry up and rush back to the cabin to solve the last trouble and rescue the boy."

"Wait a minute, man, are you going back and throwing yourself into a trap?" Scott raised his hands to stop him, "Why don't we drive this trailer out of the forest and call the police, and leave the rest of the matter to the police. "

"Yes, it's safer and safer to do this." Carly nodded quickly and agreed with her boyfriend.
Dean opened the car door and got into the driver's seat.
"I'm not negotiating, come with me now or stay in the forest."

This undeniable harsh word fell to the ground.

Evan and his girlfriend looked at each other and squeezed into the passenger seat first. Jesse picked up the bows and arrows, shotguns and hatchets that the freaks had left on the ground, distributed them to his companions, and then boarded the cargo compartment behind the trailer.

The broken trailer swayed along the forest path and began its return journey.

A group of people on the road were whispering, but when their eyes turned to the back of the driver, their tone of voice stopped.

……

After a quarter of an hour.

The trailer drove out of the forest and arrived at an abandoned yard, with several broken cars piled around it, and a dark simple house made of thatch and wood sitting in the center.

The collision of the trailer truck was so loud that it woke up the residents in the house.

The two freaks thought it was their companions who had returned home with a full load, and happily opened the door and welcomed them into the yard.

They still wore baggy and dirty skirts and coats, but their bodies were obviously bloated than the previous four. Their facial skin was wrinkled, their hair was sparse and gray, and they had big bellies. One of them had breasts. Obvious bulge.

They should be the parents and elders of the four freaks from before.

The two of them had good eyesight, and at a glance they saw the stranger in the driver's seat through the windshield of the car, and they immediately let out a strange scream of shock and anger.

The man raised his shotgun and aimed at the car, while the woman bared her teeth and brandished a hatchet and rushed straight over, her deformed ugly face making a ferocious monstrosity, as if she wanted to tear everyone into pieces.

"They're coming!" Frances, who was in the passenger seat, screamed and reached to the side to pull Dean's arm. "Hurry up and stop her!"

"God, please help!" Carly yelled from the cargo bed.

"I've already eliminated four freaks, shouldn't you do something too?" Dean shrugged helplessly, and used his telekinesis to lock onto the man who was pulling the shotgun in the distance, leaving him hurriedly unable to pull the trigger. "The weapons in your hands are not decorations. Shoot, shoot her!"

Amidst Dean's urging, the female deformed person had already rushed to the front of the car. She raised her hatchet with a grin and pointed it at the window glass, causing shards of broken glass to fly all over the sky.

The hatchet was stuck through the car window!

Frances looked gloomy and huddled with her boyfriend behind her. Evan hurriedly pulled out a headrest to block the sharp blade.

The hatchet made a sound of breaking through the air. The female deformity struck several times without injuring the enemy. Instead, she received several severe blows on the back of her hand for no apparent reason. She decisively withdrew her hand and ran to the cargo compartment behind the truck. She stretched out her arms and faced Carly, who was on the outermost side, poked her calf, and at the same time pulled the cargo bed to climb up.

"Save me!" Carly jumped towards the front of the car, raised her feet, jumped into Scott's arms, and let him hold her in the princess's arms.

boom!
Jesse in the cargo compartment finally couldn't hold back and pulled the trigger on the female deformity, while Chris struggled to swing the hatchet from top to bottom.

The deformed woman was hit hard on her neck, her carotid artery ruptured, and blood splattered everywhere. At the same time, she was shot in the chest. The huge impact was like a rhinoceros, knocking her back two meters and falling onto the dirty road. The ground, spitting out a mouthful of visceral fragments.

The gushing blood quickly dyed her clothes red, but she seemed to feel no pain. She sat up stubbornly and stretched out her arms. Her fingers covered with dark dirt opened and closed, as if she wanted to pinch everyone's slender necks.

Upon seeing this, Dean pushed the door open and got out of the car, walked up to the deformed woman, raised and lowered the ax blade in his hand, and rolled his head with wide eyes under the car.

Proficiency +1, Fighting Lv3 (399/400)
The old man outside the hut who was frantically struggling with his malfunctioning shotgun saw the woman's neck chopped off. He roared desperately and crazily, and rushed over with an ax in his hand.

Dean stepped forward to meet him, raised his left hand and firmly grabbed the wrist of his right hand that was holding the axe, and twisted it off. Then he kicked him in the abdomen like lightning, sending him flying five meters backwards. He lay on his back. He fell to the ground and ate a mouth full of mud.

Don't wait for him to get up.

Dean rushed forward again, knelt down and brushed his wrists, elbows, ankles... and other joints with his hands. With the sound of fractures, the old deformed man's limbs and joints were broken, turning into a fish jumping to the shore. Son, roaring, struggling...opening his mouth and biting the air, the shape was horrible.

"Come here!" Dean raised his fingers towards the car and called the six panicked people to him. A strange light flashed in his eyes, and his tone revealed a kind of magical power that bewitched people's hearts. "You also know this. How did the Freak family treat other travelers passing by? Should he be punished and tortured before his death?"

The six people nodded unconsciously.

Dean handed a hatchet into France's hand, "Give it to him!"

The red-haired girl's petite body trembled, and she showed a smile that was uglier than crying, "No need, Dean, just deal with him."

"Do you pity him? Have the captured passengers received mercy?" Dean stared into the girl's eyes, "Think about it again, what would have happened to you if it weren't for me?"

"They will 100% catch you, put you on the chopping board, chop you into pieces... and throw you in..."

"Ahhh!" Frances screamed and slashed the back of the deformed head with a knife. The force was too weak to penetrate the bone, leaving only a bloody stain. The stinging sensation made the deformed struggle more intense.

France cried timidly and threw herself into Evan's arms.

But Evan had no time to comfort his girlfriend, and the hatchet was handed to him again.

Dean advised, "No need to blame yourself, he wanted to hurt you, and you were just protecting yourself."

"It's not necessary, man." Chris looked at the wailing deformity at his feet and said sincerely, "Although this guy has done all the evil things, he has lost the ability to resist and should not be tortured. Give him a good time." "Giving him a knife is less than one percent of the torture they inflict on others. What kind of torture is it? After experiencing such a death disaster, you still don't have the courage to fight back against the devil?"

"Are you worthy of my saving?"

Dean asked back, his eyes scanning the faces fiercely.

Confusion appeared on everyone's faces, and then they obeyed his orders one by one.

Even the most timid Carly mustered up the courage to cut the deformity, then held her stomach and vomited.

Dean nodded slightly excitedly,
"This kind of pervert who tortures and kills innocent people will die in a painful way."

Then he took action and broke the deformed neck that was struggling on the ground.

His arms felt warm, and the exciting reminder finally flashed before his eyes——

Proficiency +1, fighting level 3 (400/400)

Upgrade?

"You guys go into the house first and I'll take care of the body." Dean gave the order to the six people and watched them enter the wooden house. Then he summoned the "Shadow" to protect himself and turned his back to the direction of the wooden house to confirm the upgrade.

Fighting lv4 (0/500):
Physique: 18.3→18.8
Strength: 16.5→17
Sensitivity: 16.5→17
This skill reaches level 4, and all three attributes of your body exceed 15, giving birth to a new characteristic - life energy: you have entered a new realm, and all fighting skills are integrated into the body, written into genes, and turned into instinct.Any part of the body and any object around you can be used as a lethal weapon.

Your fighting-related physical attributes: strength, agility, and physique are developed to the extreme, and the three are integrated into one to derive a high-level life energy.

The upper limit of life energy is related to the average of your three attributes. It is replenished through food and stored in every cell. With continuous development and exercise, it nourishes your cells and increases your lifespan.

It is different from thought power and willpower. It is the origin of your life form. It is a kind of energy that comes purely from the body. When it is released, it can enhance the lethality of your fists, feet and weapons in your hands, heal injuries, and can also be introduced into other life forms to produce Various magical effects, please explore by yourself.

……

Knock…knock…

Dean heard the vibration of his muscles and bones.

Some barrier was broken.

A terrifying "volcano" that had been buried deep in the body for many years completely erupted.

The scarlet, hot magma with infinite heat rushes along the veins and arteries, penetrating the whole body, and pouring into every corner of the body, skin, bones, fascia, internal organs...in every cell, from the inside to the outside. Complete makeover!
His face turned strangely as red as blood, and the pores on his cheeks, arms, and exposed skin opened, causing some irresistible impulse. He rushed into the waist-deep grass next to him like a gust of wind.

Violently tearing off all his clothes, revealing his muscular body, there is no longer any barrier between him and nature!
In an instant, the impurities accumulated in his body from eating over the past 19 years turned into pitch-black, filthy liquid and spewed out from the pores of his body. It splashed onto the surrounding grass like sewage, emitting a strong stench that engulfed his entire body. Dyed black.

But in less than half a minute, the gushing hot air turned from pitch black to pure white, turning into wisps of white smoke, drifting along Dean's thighs, chest and abdomen, shoulders, neck, and onto his hair, washing away all the dirt on his body. Dirty, smelly dirt.

Finally, a majestic and solemn white-gold human-shaped upper body outline was formed on the top of his head.

The white gold in this outline overwhelmed the setting sun in the sky, like a layer of white flames, constantly baking Dean's body.

The arms, thighs, chest and abdomen, back, and the originally strong, inverted triangular muscles quickly shrank and turned into streamlined, lean, well-proportioned muscles... with a faint metallic sheen.

As soon as Dean opened his eyes, his eyes were filled with a strong joy like a new life. He seemed to have thrown away a heavy burden, and his body became unprecedentedly transparent, relaxed, comfortable, and full of mental and physical energy...

With a thought in his mind, the white-gold figure above his head poured downwards into his body, wrapping around his legs. He slightly bent his knees and jumped upwards.

Without using any mental power, his body shot up ten meters into the air like a sharp arrow.

Then he fell heavily to the ground, a deep pit appeared under his feet, and the layer of white gold covering his body completely retracted into his skin.

"Life energy? What a surprise. Let's study it carefully some time."

……

Dean took out another black trench coat from the fantasy space, put it on, and walked into the cabin with a brand new look.

Dirty, crowded, rancid.

There are piles of CDs, keys, jewelry, and even car sofas that have been removed from cars.

The walls and floor were covered with thick sticky dirt as if they had never been cleaned. There was also a plate of uneaten food on the table, and bones and nails that did not look like small animals could be seen inside.

Hanging on the wall is a family portrait of a family of six deformed people happily gathering together, with warm and happy smiles. But now they have all entered the shackles and are about to go to hell.

In the bathroom on the innermost floor, a bloated corpse was soaking in the bathtub. On the central table of the storage room on the right, a rotting corpse with no limbs lay on the table.

His round, cloudy eyes spoke of the pain and fear before his death.

Dean shook his head and followed his strong intuition to the next door of the hall. The crowd gathered around a blond young man who was tied to the corner and wearing only a pair of denim shorts. He had sharp features and an aggressive handsomeness.

Several iron chains as thick as an arm tied the limbs, neck, and waist.

His whole body was covered with thick blood scabs, and his appearance was extremely horrifying, as if he had suffered some kind of inhuman torture. However, Dean's keen vision revealed that the skin under these blood scabs was smooth and complete without a single wound or scar.

Moreover, strong muscles can be seen in his arms, thighs, chest, abdomen, and back, which obviously shows that he has very good physical fitness.

But most importantly.

When Dean saw him for the first time, a huge throbbing arose in his heart. The inspiration from the blacksmith's expertise exploded like a tsunami, constantly passing on various messages——

The spine can be made into a sword, the tendons and nails can be used as materials for the bow body, the teeth can be made into arrows, and the skin can be used as armor.

The whole body is full of excellent weapon forging materials. Where is the person? This is clearly a humanoid treasure!
"Unlock him." Dean suppressed the restlessness in his heart and handed the key found from the deformed man to Jesse.

Jesse glanced at him and inexplicably felt that the skin on this guy's cheeks was so delicate that it exuded a white jade luster, making him look much more handsome.

But now I don’t have time to worry about it that much.

She quickly unlocked the young man's shackles and poured a glass of cold water on his face. The young man didn't react at all.

Chris, who had some medical experience, reached out and touched his carotid artery, then opened his eyelids and raised his eyebrows.

"Man, we are not bad people and will not hurt you. Tell us your name and home address, and we will help you contact your family!"

He still sat motionless on the ground,
Scott pondered, "I read in a certain newspaper that areas with economic depression tend to breed various cults, which not only harm people's bodies, but also poison their minds. Does this guy have some psychological problems and can't Normal communication? How about we take him to the hospital or the police station first?"

The word "police station" fell into place.

The young man's eyelids twitched twice and he opened a pair of ocean-blue eyes.

But Dean clearly saw for a moment that these eyes were almond-shaped and amber like a beast.

"I'm not going to the police station." The young man said stubbornly and leaned back against the wall. Perhaps because he had been hungry for so long, his voice was very weak.

"You can't call the police!" Dean looked at the six people in agreement, "According to my previous experience in working in the police station, the deaths of so many people and the sensitive identities of these abnormal people will delay us a lot of time, at least half a year. We need to cooperate with the investigation. This may even involve us in a troublesome and dangerous incident, are you willing?"

Everyone hesitated when they heard the words.
"Let's take him and stay at a nearby motel for one night, and then we can discuss how to solve the problem." Dean grabbed the young man's arm with a commanding tone, pulled him up from the ground, and held his shoulders. Go outside.

The six people exchanged a look,
"Let's go, honey, I want to take a hot shower at the motel..." Carly held Scott's arm and "sleep comfortably."

"Yes, all the deformed people are dead and can no longer hurt others," Chris said. "Think of all this as a nightmare. We will be able to return to normal life in a few days."

"Let's go, everyone, haven't you had enough of this disgusting smell?"

The six people followed him, got into the car, and drove away from the filthy residence. A fire suddenly lit up in the house.

A reminder appeared in front of Dean's eyes - "The Freak in the Forest" was [-]% complete.

Withdraw rewards.

个人经验+60，lv6(120→180/900）

(End of this chapter)