Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 251 241. The Undead in Honey Island Swamp

Outside the house at the foot of the hillside.

The three punk youths who escaped were yelling at Zumby, "This is the honest, harmless, resurrected corpse you call good at housework. He almost split me in half with an axe! Release the summons and send him away." Go back to hell!”

"No, the one holding the hatchet is not my resurrected corpse." Zumbi picked up the bloody head from the ground with trembling hands, raised it and said with red eyes, "He is! He is my good friend. , a big living person died like this!"

"What exactly are you summoning?" The old priest put the cross on Zumby's chest like he was exorcising evil spirits, and at the same time protected Katie and his sister behind him.

"Shall I summon?" Zumbi looked at everyone helplessly and dejectedly, "I am just a fake voodoo warlock. My rituals are all pieced together from antique books. They are useless. The so-called resurrected corpse is nothing It’s my good friend pretending to be!”

"Fake, you big liar! We have to leave. Send us back immediately!" The punk youth took a frightened look at the crazily shaking wooden house on the hillside and the two policewomen knocking on the wooden door.
"No, my Faraj hasn't left yet!" Zumbi strode towards the hillside.

When the two punk girls saw this, they cried and grabbed the punk man's arms, "God, I don't want to go near that house, I won't go!"

"Let's go on our own!" The punk man pulled them and rushed into the dark forest path.

Pastor Jacob looked at the two roads to the left and right and hesitated.

Katie's sweet face showed a look of pleading, "Sister Gretchen needs help."

Scott took off his sunglasses to reveal a pair of panda eyes and added, "They rescued me from the black cub last night."

"In this case, let God's will be fully accomplished on earth and fulfill our obligations!" The pastor shouted slogans, held up the cross, and rushed up the hillside with a pair of children.

But halfway through their rush, the closed wooden door at the top of the hillside opened, and a young man in sportswear walked out of the door.

"Dean, are you okay? Are you injured?" Gretchen, who was guarding the door, hurriedly checked him up and down.

"Don't worry, you're not hurt." Dean bulged his biceps and looked around. A group of people gathered outside the door, but there were a few missing.

"Where's the weirdo with the hatchet?" Farage looked in along the door frame. The door seemed to have been hit by a hurricane. Furniture and electrical appliances were piled messily in the hall, and the walls and ceiling were full of holes.

Dean shook his head, "He was seriously injured and ran away."

Zumbi looked at him like he was looking at Superman, "You beat away this monster that survived being shot more than a dozen times and almost demolished the house? How did you do that?"

Gretchen also hesitated to speak. She clearly remembered that she had been hit by an axe. How come there was no injury at all?
The panting Pastor Jacob and his family cast grateful and curious glances. The young man's strength and courage were really shocking.

"That's not important. What's important is who is that guy, a human or a monster?" Dean stared at the black man with piercing eyes, "The resurrected corpse summoned on the ship?"

The black man's eyes were blank for a moment, and he answered honestly, "No, the resurrected corpse recorded in the book is not so cruel and powerful... I don't know what he is."

"Then stop talking nonsense." Dean looked around at everyone present and raised his voice, "The danger has not been eliminated yet. Monsters may attack at any time. Let's take a boat and leave Honey Island immediately!"

The calm and powerful voice calmed everyone's fears and made them obey unconsciously.

Jacob said worriedly, "The three guys just now have already ran back to the cruise ship."

"Let them wish for themselves." Dean strode down the hillside, grabbed the bow and arrow from the space and carried it behind his back. Everyone's eyes were dazed for a moment, and they automatically rationalized this unscientific scene in their minds. Followed closely.

Farage and Gretchen were last to carry the unconscious old couple.

……

A dark path among alder trees.

The sound of hurried footsteps.

Three punk youths held hands and ran for their lives. The two women ran out of breath. The delicate makeup on their faces was wet with sweat and was colorful.

The shrubs and woods around me made strange rustling noises, as if a hungry devil was hiding and roaring.

The extreme panic and excitement made the blonde on the left feel a shameful urge to urinate in her lower abdomen.

"I can't do it anymore..." She stopped, holding her knees and panting, "I need to go for a while...wait for me for one minute!"

"The monster won't give us a minute," the punk man grabbed her arm again and hurriedly dragged her forward, "Run!"

"I can't help it!" The blonde shook his hand away.

"You bitch, you stopped to pee at this time, do you want to kill us?" Another girl wearing fishnet stockings, a leather jacket with skulls painted on her hair, and dreadlocks spat on the ground, "If you want to pee, just go ahead and pee." Pee, you’re not wearing any clothes anyway…”

"Shut up, bitch!" The blonde squatted on the ground without waiting for their consent.

"Fake Squid!" The girl with the dreadlocks didn't tolerate her. She raised her middle finger and pulled the man into the boxwood in front of her like a gust of wind.

Seeing her companion abandoning her, the blonde woman's beauty turned pale. She no longer cared about the convenience, and without lifting her pants, she splashed water while sticking out her butt funny like a duck and chased after him.

But within ten meters of rushing out, the bush as tall as a person in front of me trembled violently, as if a huge beast had pounced in.

A bad premonition arose in the blonde's heart, and she slowed down her steps and held her breath.

slam-la-

A large amount of steaming bright red liquid cascaded out from the gaps between the branches and leaves, sprayed all over her head and face, and sprayed into her mouth, exuding a disgusting smell of rust.

A round head fell at her feet, and the blood-covered braids spread out like blooming roses.

At the same time, a headless corpse crushed the bushes and fell to the ground. The white skull on the black leather coat was stained with bright red, as if the god of death was smiling.

The blonde froze as if struck by lightning.

Ahhhhh!

Screaming, she turned and ran.

A shadow like a hill emerged, and the giant man in denim overalls strode out of the bushes. His muscular left hand held the punk man by his neck like a dead dog, and his right hand raised a hatchet.

puff!

The rusty ax sank into the man's collarbone, and blood gushed out from the gaping hole, staining his chin and shirt red.

His face was distorted by severe pain, but his neck and trachea were strangled, and he couldn't make a sound. He could only watch the ax fall like crazy.

fall!

The skin is open to the flesh.

puff!

Blood spilled.

Bones shattered.

The shadow of the ax waved out cold light.

The strong man slashed diagonally below the red-haired man's collarbone four times in succession, splitting him into two pieces like wood.

Then he bathed in the rain of blood, stepped on all the internal organs, raised his hatchet high, and charged towards the blonde woman like a tank.

His pants were shaking like a bloody butcher's apron.

The woman looked back and was immediately frightened by the terrifying aura. She kept screaming, and the screams echoed throughout the woods and spread far away.

Alarming the figure a kilometer away.

Under a lush old tree.

Dean, who was rushing towards the cruise ship with his companions, swayed and looked in the direction of the sound.

Mind a move.

The shadow of the past wrapped around the body suddenly flew into the sky, and it scouted the distance like a drone. It quickly locked onto the tall figure running among the woods and transmitted the picture back to Dean.

Dean took off the bow and arrow from his back, cocked it like lightning, and stretched it into a full moon. His eyes passed through the branches, vines, leaves, and the obstacles of the night, and aimed at the big guy who was just a puddle of flesh not long ago.

The people behind him couldn't help but stop, and saw the bowstring sticking to his face, and the arrow feathers grazing the corner of his mouth.

……

whoosh-

Dazzling silver light shot through the trees.

A severed hand fell to the ground with a hatchet attached, and the palm of the strong man's right hand a kilometer away was sliced ​​off by an arrow.

He didn't understand what happened, and squatted down in confusion to pick up the ax with his left hand.

Whizzing--

With a series of piercing sounds, the arrow cut off his left hand again, hit his eyes, pierced deeply into his eye sockets, and then pierced through the back of his head, opening two bloody holes containing brain matter.

Another struck him in the left chest, shattering a rib and penetrating the heart.

The poison on the arrow flows into the wound with the blood.

The strong man's chest and cheeks turned a terrifying black color in an instant. He knelt forward and soon lost his life.

This monster-like body once again automatically shattered into countless black fragments and scattered into the air.

……

Well…

Dean, who retracted his bow and arrow, groaned, his head seemed to have been hit by a hammer, and his face turned pale.

The discomfort and depression increase, and the life energy is further weakened.

In the system, bright red downward arrows appear behind all personal attributes, which are weakened by about one tenth.

And there is still no kill prompt.

Two kills finally confirmed one thing for Dean. This hatchet monster could not be eliminated by normal means.

And every time you kill him, not only will there be no benefit at all, but there will be mysterious negative effects.

"Is it a curse?"…

No time to think about it.

Dean led everyone into the bushes and rushed to the shore, recalling the arrows he fired. Soon he bumped into the blond woman who was pissed before. She cried and shouted to the crowd,
"Flan is dead, and so is Kona! The weirdo with the ax killed them! Wow... they died so miserably, I'm so scared!"

Everyone's expressions changed drastically when they saw the blood all over their bodies.

"But you survived, you are safe!" Dean looked at her for a second.

A vision suddenly appeared in front of the woman's eyes - a gap opened in the majestic dark cloud sky, and the sacred sunlight poured down from it, melting the snow and haze in her heart.

She immediately regained her composure, followed the team, and ran forward huffing and puffing.

Dean, who was leading the team, would draw his bow and arrow from time to time and shoot a few arrows into the dense bushes, piercing the ax maniac's thighs and knees to stop him from pursuing.

The journey took half an hour, but the return trip took less than 10 minutes. Ten people covered in cold sweat successfully boarded the white cruise ship.

Zumbi used all his strength to activate.

The bow of the boat broke through the thick fog on the lake, and the stern propeller made a rhythmic creaking sound, raising a bright spray of water and sailing quickly towards the other shore.

Everyone on the boat stared at Honey Island nervously, watching as the outline of the island gradually faded and was buried again in the lifeless darkness, like an ancient tomb.

And a figure suddenly appeared on the edge of the tomb.

The strong man with suspenders and jeans, carrying a bloody hatchet, stood motionless by the dark lake, like a ghost in the thick fog, a devil imprisoned on an isolated island, and the cloudy eyes on the deformed face exuded a frightening look. With a red light, he looked at the retreating crowd, his mouth opened and closed gently, as if he was issuing curses.

Most people were so frightened by this scene that their faces turned pale.

"God, did you hear it?" The blonde woman started shouting again, "This monster is talking - he will always be guarding Honey Island, waiting here, waiting for us to go back and cut us into pieces!"

"Child, calm down...Christ guides us, so that the souls trembling under evil can be saved...The Lord redeems you in his name..." Jacob raised the cross in front of the woman with a sacred look, but was roughly pushed by the latter. open,

"Shut up, you bastard! If God was useful, Fran and Kona, who go to church every week, wouldn't have died so miserably! God is a liar!"

Jacob seemed to be deeply shocked when he heard this, and his face was miserable.

Scott and Katie wrapped their arms around him comfortingly.

"Zumbi, this is all caused by you, a poor wizard. You summoned the murderer!" The blond woman looked at the black man pleadingly, "Tell me, what should I do?"

Zumbi covered his rough face, took a deep breath sickly, and hesitated, "We, we..."

"Call the police!" Faraj stretched his long legs and stood in front of his father, facing everyone's doubts. "Three people have died, and the police must be involved."

"But how do you explain that monster that survived dozens of shots? A supernatural phenomenon?" Gretchen subconsciously hid it for the man behind her, "Won't the police treat us as lunatics?"

"We won't call the police!" Dean glanced at everyone calmly, and the gorgeous aurora began to fill his body. Then he said in a calm tone, "Go back to the car to rest and organize."

No one objected.

……

The second half of the night.

In the dilapidated yellow school bus, the tired and frightened Katie siblings, the old couple, and the blond girl quickly fell into a coma under the hypnosis of Dean's divine domain and telepathic suggestion.

The remaining Zombies, Gretchen, and Pastor Jacob were called outside the car by Dean and sat in a circle under a tall oak tree.

Tonight's experience is a huge shock to ordinary people. It takes a long time to digest, and may not be forgotten for a lifetime.

But under the suggestion of Dean's telekinesis, everyone quickly regained their composure.

"Relax, everyone, the danger is over for now. With me here, no one can hurt you. Now, let's spread everything out on the table and try to find out the identity of the monster. Zumbi, let's talk about the returning corpse. .”

The black man chewed a cranberry cookie, took a deep breath,
"I haven't seen it with my own eyes, but I have heard my grandmother from Haiti describe the various characteristics of the returning corpse. The real returning corpse moves slowly and has a dull expression. It is completely different from the guy wielding an axe! I don't have the ability either. Summon him!"

Jacob took a sip of coffee and exhaled a burst of white air, "Then is he the Mr. Crowley you mentioned who drowned in the lake and was resurrected?"

"Don't you believe in the resurrection of the dead?" Zumbi looked at the pastor sarcastically.
"I have been a priest for decades and have never seen supernatural phenomena, but I saw it tonight. My piety is being tested." Jacob held the cross tightly and said seriously, "I want to know the truth, and, He must not be allowed to continue harming others.”

Zumby sighed and shook his head, "He is not Crowley. Crowley was a normal person with ordinary appearance and height. He died in an accident last year. Even if he was resurrected, he would not be covered in burns." A big guy with a deformed face..."

Gretchen, who was next to Dean, took a bite of the apple, "But he must be related to your ritual. When was your last summons on the lake?"

"Half a month ago." Zumbi said firmly, "I host night ghost hunting activities twice a month. The steps are exactly the same as tonight, but there has never been an accident before! This murderous ghost did not exist on the island before. monster!"

Dean wiped the crumbs from his hands and looked at him with narrowed eyes, "Are you sure?"

"I swear by the gods of Lowa."

"So other than tonight, have you ever performed rituals around Halloween?"

Zumbi was startled for a moment, then shook his head, "Today is the first time I'm summoned on Halloween."

"Well, everyone, I have a guess." Dean nodded, glanced at everyone, and raised his voice, "Anyone with a little common sense knows that Halloween is a special and magical day, and Zombie's summons Certain steps in the ritual were consistent with the real rituals of Voodoo... By various coincidences, he successfully summoned the evil existence that had been sleeping on Honey Island for a long time."

Everyone's faces showed a look of absurdity,
"Incredible." Farage and his father exchanged a look, "How can evil lurk in the swamp?"

Zumby emphasized again, "I swear, I didn't mean it! I don't know what he is."

"Then let me give you some more information," Dean added, "This thing cannot be eliminated by conventional means... I killed him once in the cabin, and guess what? His body just disappeared out of thin air. , reborn intact in another part of Honey Island, attacked and killed Fran and Corrie..."

"And every time the person who kills him will be subject to some kind of curse." Dean looked at the template. His attributes were still red and reduced by [-]%, and he didn't know how to restore them.

"Rebirth immediately after killing, and applying a curse upon death?" Zumbi's expression changed, rubbing his crocodile-like chin, "I seem to have seen a similar description somewhere. I went back to look for the voodoo books in my collection, maybe I can find some clues."

Dean nodded and continued to make arrangements, "Studying the Voodoo classics is not enough... Do you know anyone who is familiar with this honey island swamp?"

"There are a few swamp hunters in their 50s and [-]s living in New Orleans who grew up on the island and clean up alligators every month," Zumbi reflected. "I have a pretty good relationship with them."

Dean ordered, "Ask them about the identity of this deformed weirdo, and don't let go of any information."

Zumbi looked at Faraj, who nodded, "I will be responsible for questioning the swamp hunters."

"Very good," Dean looked around, his eyes filled with strong confidence, "Believe me, everyone, as long as we investigate the origin and details of the monster, we can find a way to completely eliminate it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Dean flashed a large prompt in front of his eyes:

You actively triggered the event——The Undead in Honey Island Swamp

During the night ghost hunting game, you boarded a boat and landed on Honey Island, and were accidentally attacked by a humanoid monster carrying a hatchet.

But after you have a brief encounter with him, you discover that he has many supernatural secrets.

Find a way to figure out its origin, and then destroy it or conquer it.

Event Difficulty: Moderate

Progress: (6/100)

Duration: one week

Reward: 170 experience points + special rewards,

……

"I'm going to take the liberty to ask, Dean, who are you?" Jacob took a deep breath and cleared his throat, "You can kill this monster that is ineffective with firearm attacks, and you are extremely knowledgeable about supernatural things. You can calmly make Arrangement. This is not how ordinary people should behave."

And tonight, his children and all the tourists behaved very strangely, as if they were hypnotized, obeying this young Asian's words.

Several pairs of eyes around him focused on Dean.

Dean's expression was calm, "It's very simple. There are supernatural things in the world, and correspondingly there are humans who investigate and study the supernatural, and I am also one of the explorers."

"A secret agency affiliated with the U.S. government?" Farage said with strong interest on his face.
"This is not something you should know." Dean warned word by word, "But remember, my identity is very sensitive and must not be disclosed to anyone. Otherwise, you and your relatives will be involved in huge dangers. among.”

"You will die, or even fall into a situation more terrible than death."

These threatening words gave everyone except Gretchen a chill in their hearts. A huge fear arose spontaneously. All thoughts of betrayal, betrayal and leakage in their minds were suppressed by a mysterious force.

"So you also possess some kind of supernatural power like that monster?" Jacob's hand holding the cross began to tremble, and the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes deepened, as if he wanted to witness a miracle.
Dean lowered his head and thought.

Now we need to use the abilities and experiences of these people to solve the incident. It doesn't matter if we let them know a little bit about the inside story. They can just clear their memories afterwards.

Dean snapped his fingers.

Several people sitting in a circle suddenly rose into the air and swayed awkwardly as if they were weightless.

"Oh God, a miracle, this is a miracle!"

Jacob shouted with a red face.

Zumby and his daughter were full of surprises. They had been pretending to be gods all their lives, and this was the first time they experienced supernatural power in person.

But the surprise lasted less than ten seconds.

Dean released his telekinesis and let the three of them squat on their butts. Then he looked at Gretchen beside him, whose blue eyes were filled with confusion, surprise, and fire.

This female police officer who had just graduated from the police academy had no idea how her boyfriend, who was so close to her last night, suddenly became a strange person with super powers.
She felt a rage at being lied to and withheld.

"A lot has happened since we left Las Vegas. I didn't have time to tell you last night," Dean hugged Gretchen's slender waist.

He can brainwash ordinary people and change their minds.

But he didn't want to treat the closest person like this, otherwise it would be no different from making a thoughtless doll.

"Come on, let's talk somewhere else."

Swah——

The two of them flashed and flew into the night sky, flying towards the dim stars.

(End of this chapter)