Chapter 501: Chapter 487 “Peeping Tom
Gulu gulu~
The surface of the lake began to bubble with blood, as if sothing was breathing at the bottom, bleeding, expelling foreign matter from its body.
The bubbles spread across the lake’s surface, ultimately forming an Arabic nural “2.”
This number seed to announce the start of a second movie, and the murdering monster sleeping at the bottom of the lake would awaken with this sequel.
The bubbles vanished, and the lake surface returned to calm.
Strangely, the murdering monster did not appear, did not break the surface under the moonlight, did not reveal itself in the thin mist.
The Fog Man by the lake was also puzzled; he could feel the vast life force surging from the bottom, yet he couldn’t perceive the specific situation below.
Thick mist exhaled through the pits in his face,
as if breathing weakly, or whispering to himself.
The Fog Man’s leather shoes stepped forward,
whether the target was on the ground or at the bottom of the lake, he would erase it, just as the thick fog covered everything in the world.
Clap!
The mont the Fog Man touched the lake water,
the thick fog that was just floating on the surface began to invade the lake.
Even the lake water was forcibly occupied by the thick fog, the clear water surface becoming turbid imdiately.
However, before the mist spread underwater,
sothing was triggered under the stone his sole pressed on.
[Trap]
A high-temperature beast trap suddenly snapped up, gripping the Fog Man’s right foot firmly.
Even without pain perception, he could still feel the pain, causing the pits on his face to wriggle slightly.
He bent down, intending to erase the trap.
Yet at this mont, a beam of moonlight descended separately, shining behind him.
As the trap was erased,
a “Jason” wearing rubber army boots and a leather jacket decorated with seaweed stood behind him.
No clubbing,
no neck snapping,
but instead bent over, grabbed the Fog Man’s other ankle with one hand, exerted force before the fog could cover his face!
Although the Fog Man looked tall, he probably weighed only around a hundred pounds.
Lunging forward,
muscles tensed,
spine bent,
full force explosion,
throw!
A shockwave exploded directly at the throwing point, the force unimaginable.
The throw’s direction was not the lake but the forest beside the shore.
The Fog Man was hurled like a ball and chain, breaking several branches in succession, finally stopping after hitting a thick trunk.
This location was already deep in the forest,
where firelight was kindled,
and several tents were set up around.
Although the murderer’s movies were heavily homogenized, at least the sequel would not continue filming using the previous film’s scene.
Having already slaughtered once around the lake, a change of scene was needed this ti.
The Fog Man stood up steadily in the camping area, his wounds filled by the mist.
Lines of fog spread from him as the center, quickly covering the entire forest area with mist.
The mist quickly detected the young man rapidly approaching here.
However, the young man’s aura changed, becoming different from before; if he once felt human, he now resembled a beast on the hunt.
Swoosh swoosh swoosh~
A gust of wind blew, rustling the withered leaves on the branches.
The campfire light was reduced to the minimum,
the Fog Man twisted his head, looking towards where the fog sensed, dense vegetation blocked his view, showing nothing but the slight trembling of leaves.
Yet, the mist could accurately capture the young murderer hiding behind.
Locking onto the target, the Fog Man decisively took a step forward… Ka!
He again stepped onto a beast trap, his right leg caught firmly.
As the pain set in, the Fog Man buried his head, the scene before him making him tilt his head again.
The previously normal campsite was sohow covered with beast traps; clearly, none were there just a mont ago, yet they suddenly appeared in bulk.
Or perhaps this cinematic scene was controlled by the young man, who could temporarily add various props to it.
And not just that,
Ding ding ding! A series of tallic sounds ca overhead,
The Fog Man looked up and saw that hanging from each forked branch of the towering trees were cold hooks.
The campsite had completely turned into a trap house,
although these traps were of little effect against the Fog Man, they could sowhat restrict his movents, dividing his attention to so extent.
At the sa ti,
from the direction sensed by the fog, “Jason” erged.
The supposedly crushed head had regrown, beneath the mask no hint of pupil light, only the ominous shadow of an unknown beast.
The Fog Man breathed… Hoo!
A thick fog spilled from his face, attacking Luo Di, ready to form that impossible-to-remove brain fog again, erasing all perception of the outside world.
The brain fog indeed seeped into the mask, affecting the inner brain.
In reality, it did not block his actions, or rather the young man in front of him no longer relied on his brain to act, but… the spine.
Luo Di is currently relying solely on the instincts of a murderer, engraving the role of “Jason” into every inch of his flesh.
His consciousness is subrged deep within his spine, no longer engaged in any thought or bodily command.
Everything is handed over to instinct.
This instinct began its cultivation when he graduated from junior high, and has long since beco deeply rooted.
Moonlight poured down,
grazed the surface of the tal bat with a glow, his arm powered up, swinging straight towards the body of Fog Man.
Step! The leather shoe slid, the Fog Man instantly retreated two ters, just at the tal bat’s maximum distance.
At the sa ti as he perfectly dodged,
the Fog Man’s five fingers made an empty grasp gesture, directly erasing the palm space, forcing the young man’s balance to break, stumbling forward.
His other hand also swung out simultaneously,
cutting through space,
Luo Di, whose balance was already unstable, was further dragged forward, making it impossible to avoid.
Yet, his instincts never intended to dodge.
Since the Fog Man reached out to grasp, he too grasped towards the opponent with his spare left hand.
“Fog Touch”
Buzz!
Space erased!
Luo Di’s left face, along with the entire right arm and parts of his body, were directly erased, exposing the transverse section of his brain, and the pituitary structure wrapped within tentacles.
Due to the erasure of the right arm, the tal bat fell to the ground.
However.
Clap!
Luo Di’s outstretched left hand firmly gripped the Fog Man’s neck, and his fingers pierced inward from applying too much force.
The transmitted sensation was peculiar.
More than human skin, it was like so kind of gel! The Fog Man rely presented the human shape, its essence was sothing else.
This opportunity for physical contact was extrely precious, and missing it might an there wouldn’t be another.
The Fog Man isn’t human, once killed, he would directly reappear in full glory from the TV, making the slaughter aningless.
Before his consciousness subrged, Luo Di had slightly changed his instincts.
From [Kill Target] to [Suppress Target].
Taking advantage of the grip on the neck, Luo Di used his battered Jason body to press forward, directly pinning the Fog Man to the ground.
As he fell, the beast trap snapped, pinching its arm and abdon simultaneously.
Zero distance, face to face.
Before the Fog Man could escape the restraint, before his own body was erased,
Luo Di’s consciousness suddenly returned from between the spine, transforming from primitive beast back to normal human.
Simultaneously feeling the severely injured state, especially the damage to parts of the brain which brought an extrely severe impact, the ears constantly ringing, and his vision warping.
A large amount of blood was coughed up from his mouth.
However,
Luo Di forcibly clenched his teeth, relying on personal willpower, enduring this discomfort! Visibly, gray tentacles sprouted between the pituitary, temporarily disguising themselves as the erased brain to maintain integrity.
Before the brain fog effect could take hold, he pressed his only right eye to the Fog Man’s singular pit in the face.
To pry into the secrets within!
‘Let see! What’s hidden inside?’ he thought.
However,
this “voyeurism” lasted only about three seconds, glimpsing a few outlines… Buzz! Luo Di’s other half of the brain was erased, along with the upper body torn apart by the Fog Man.
At this ti,
the hook hanging from the tree suddenly lowered, hooking the remaining lower half of Luo Di, before the Fog Man could completely erase it, flinging the lower half deep into the forest.
Once the Fog Man rose again, the mist repaired the wound on his neck,
Drip, drip!
The sound of blood dripping ca from a short distance.
With the head still bleeding, the body partially healed, Luo Di already stood behind the tent. The pupil beneath the mask turned dark again, transforming into a pure hunting beast.
“Undead” “Blood Bible” “Jason’s Movie”
qualified Luo Di to engage in this prolonged battle with him.
When the Fog Man saw the young man appear in complete form again behind the tent,
the Fog Man not only tilted his head, but his leather shoe instinctively stepped back a foot… seemingly in his eyes, the young man was neither human, nor murderer, nor beast.
But an intensely perverted voyeur.
While waiting for his body to finish healing, Luo Di’s instinct controlled his flesh to continue approaching, stooping to pick up the fallen tal bat.
Right hand swings the bat,
Left hand grabs and pulls,
No matter how severely the body was damaged, “Jason” must complete [close and suppress] with the Fog Man.
Regardless of the heavy price to be paid, “Jason” must stick his eyeball into the pit in his face, even missing just a second of voyeurism won’t be tolerated.
Deep in that pit, beneath the thick fog
The essence of Fog Man slowly revealed itself in Luo Di’s “peeking.”
This seed to be the ultimate essence of this videotape event.
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