Master of the city

Pang Guodong's legs began to tremble and his body became soft. He couldn't help leaning towards Xiao Zhou. Xiao Zhou was looking around. Pang Guodong, who suddenly leaned over, startled him and asked angrily, "what do you want?"

Zhang Fan and others looked back at them. Pang Guodong, who collapsed on Xiao Zhou's body, was pale and shivering. He raised his right hand and wrapped it with a section of blue gray intestines, which were stained with a lot of blood and trickled down his wrist.

"Ah Wu Qingqing, who was originally in Pang Guodong's arms, screamed and immediately jumped to the side, just like Pang Guodong was a monster.

Zhang Fan quickly walked to Pang Guodong, grabbed his small arm and asked, "how did you get this in your hand?"

Pang Guodong shivered his lips and pointed a finger at Wu Qingqing. He couldn't speak for a long time.

Wu Qingqing stares at Pang Guodong with big eyes, puzzled: "you, what do you mean?"

Zhang Fan swept Wu Qingqing with his eyes. Wu Qingqing's whole body was clean without any bloodstain, and the floor was covered with a line of bloodstains extending to a corner of the hall.

Zhang Fan grabs Miko's hand with one hand, pinches a fire symbol with the other hand, lightens his pace, and follows the bloodstain to the dim corner where the yellow light doesn't shine.

There is a white porcelain bathtub in the corner, which looks very abrupt. This is something they didn't have in the two hotels they were in before. As Zhang Fan gets closer to the bathtub, a bloody smell gets into his nose. Michael's face with a bit of fear, but she did not retreat, just holding Zhang Fan's hand with a little strength. It seems to be able to get strength from Zhang Fan.

When he got to the bathtub, Zhang Fan looked inside and saw that it was full of all kinds of limb fragments and internal organs, all soaked in blood, and there was no complete limb in sight.

Zhang Fan felt some tumbling in his stomach. He had seen a lot of dead people, but the same kind of corpse cut to pieces was really uncomfortable.

"Look, look, what a beautiful picture it is. These are all my masterpieces, and you will be part of them. "

A deep and depressing, creepy laughter suddenly came from behind Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan suddenly looked back and saw a burly man in a ragged gray dress that looked like those zombies in the zombie movie standing not far from the door. His face was wearing a pale white hockey mask with red patterns, and his hand was holding a stained machete. Under the dark light, it looks very yellow.

Zhang Fan is totally confused. He has never met this person, but this image is familiar to people who like to watch horror films. This is Jason Warhols, the killer in the foreign horror film Friday the 13th.

Zhang Fan mercilessly pinched himself for a while, painful, really distressed! But what's going on? The messy space of the hotel itself is strange enough. Now there is a killer by the crystal lake?

At this time, several other people were in a state of muddle. The killer appeared behind Zhang Fan out of thin air, without any signs. It's like he was there.

"What are you?"

Zhang Fan put Miko behind him with one hand and frowned at the guy. Facing this kind of thing, Zhang Fan has no fear like others. Compared with the group of royal guards in the underground of Daming hidden palace, this Friday murderer seems a little less attractive.

"It doesn't matter what I am. It's important that you all stay here. You are the first

Jason behind the mask gave out a sound of crazy laughter and waved his machete to Zhang Fan's pocket. Zhang Fan didn't know the strength of the monster and didn't have a hard connection. He pulled Miko aside to avoid his blade.

The chopper on Jason's hand looks rusty, but it's actually extremely sharp. With one chop, the white porcelain bathtub was split in two, and the blood and meat in it gushed out and splashed everywhere.

But Zhang Fan has already taken advantage of this Kung Fu to bully and get close to Jason's side. With his genuine Qi, he punches Jason in the ribs.

Zhang Fan's blow, which was filled with genuine Qi, was as heavy as a golden one. He hit Jason's whole body sideways and flew out, directly into the mess of flesh and blood in the corner of the wall.

"Divine fire, fire king formation!"

Mantra read move, Zhang Fan in the hands of that piece of fire Fu immediately burned up, a group of Fu fire was Zhang Fan mercilessly toward Jason in the past.

"Boom", Fu Huo touched Jason's body, Jason's whole body immediately burned up, but Zhang Fan's eyebrows did not stretch a little bit.

Just when the punch hit, Zhang Fan felt something wrong. This Jason, Zhang Fan didn't feel that kind of aura from him. Instead, it's like hitting someone.

But a person by Zhang Fan riveted enough strength of a punch can still get up? That's almost impossible. But in front of him, Jason was not only punched, but also burned by Zhang Fan's fuhuo. But even so, he got up wobbly from the ground."Not people..."

Zhang Fan murmured, one hand holding Miko's hand, the other hand showing a defensive posture.

But see that killer Jason after standing up, suddenly raised his arms, like a gorilla roared, two fists on his body crazy beat a few times, and then waving a machete, once again toward Zhang Fan, regardless of his body burning flame.

"Bang!"

Zhang Fan turns to a princess and holds Miko in her arms. Then he jumped forward and kicked Jason's heart.

The kick was solid. Jason's body was kicked upside down again and hit the corner of the wall with his back against the wall. With a hockey mask head slightly down, but the mouth is still issued with that kind of horrible laughter.

This is definitely not a person.

If it's a human being, if he's kicked by Zhang Fan, even if he doesn't die, he'll be kicked to the wrong side. It's impossible to laugh like that again. The only explanation is that this thing is not a human being. It's a kind of weird thing that's similar to people.

"Brother, is he not afraid of burning?"

Miko is held in his arms by Zhang Fan, holding Zhang Fan's neck in both hands. Although the environment is very terrible, but this action makes him feel very at ease.

"Maybe not. I remember every time in the movie, Jason was killed by the protagonists at the end. In the next film, he will jump out of the grave and continue his killing career. I'm afraid it's immortal. "

Zhang Fan said while his face was full of pain. Immortal body, if you entangle it, I'm afraid it's Zhang Fan who will be tired to death in the end.

"Jie Jie..."

Suddenly, a burst of gloomy laughter rang out in every corner of the hall on the first floor. A figure emerged from the darkness. It turned out to be Jason with a mask and a machete.

Zhang Fan was shocked by the scene. It's not enough to have an undead product. We need more, right?

"Don't stand there! Go upstairs

Seeing that all the people were in a daze, Zhang Fan gave a loud cry and motioned them to run upstairs. If there is only one or two Zhang Fan, they can naturally rely on their own skills, so that they can't hurt people close to them. But now there are a lot of them. There are five. Zhang fan can only go upstairs to find a favorable terrain to guard.

Several other people were a little scared by the strange scene. However, after hearing Zhang Fan's cry, they immediately took action and ran upstairs. Zhang fan runs last with Miko in his arms. After arriving at the second floor, Pang Guodong directly opened the door of 201 and rushed in. That should be his previous room.

Now also tube not too much, Zhang Fan holding rice can also rushed in, and then a closed door. It was dark in the room, which was illuminated by Pang Guodong's mobile phone. The light of the mobile phone makes people's faces look a little frightening. They all gasped for breath. These two steps are not really tired. Even for Zhu Xiaochen, who is very old, they are just some simple exercises. But the pressure on people's heart is so great that they can only use breathing to relieve their tension.

"Stab, stab..."

Jason's Sharp Machete was pressed on the wall. As he walked, he kept making a metal friction sound, which made people feel goose bumps.

Deep, coarse laughter came from the corridor, followed by the creaking of the old stairs.

In addition to Zhang Fan, the heart of a few people in the room mentioned the throat.

And Zhang Fan's heart is more of a kind of irritability. He had the feeling of hitting cotton with his fist. He clearly has a body of strength, but the opponent is not force. What happened in this dead place has gone beyond Zhang Fan's cognition. Zhang Fan vaguely remembers that there seems to be a record of death in master daoyan's notes. Unfortunately, Zhang Fan hasn't had time to read that part carefully.

"I said Are you hiding in this room? Hum, hum... "

Jason's voice stops at the door of the room. Wu Qingqing almost screams because of the evil intention. Fortunately, Pang Guodong covers her mouth in time.

"Oh, maybe I'm wrong. They might be somewhere else."

Through the gap under the door, you can see Jason's shadow reflected by the dim yellow light in the corridor. He moves forward and seems to have left here for the next room