Chapter 33
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In the moonlight, a tall figure stood in the camp.
Pale hockey masks, machetes stained with black marks, and cold malice all the time.
When the man appeared in silence, his shadow seemed to be distorted.
He turned numbly, looked at the tents all over the ground, raised his knife in his hand, and walked to a tent.
The breeze rose gradually. In a few seconds, the wind blew more and more rapidly. Clouds floated from a distance, blocking the bright moonlight, and then the figure walked towards a tent.
The knife in his hand seemed filthy, but when he opened the tent, it was as smooth as silk and did not make any sound.
Then, looking at a pair of men and women sleeping inside, he raised the knife in his hand and cut it off without any hesitation.
It's like chopping a watermelon.
Boo!
Blood spurted out and fell on the tent, ticking down along the curved arc.
The figure got up and went to the next target.
But there seems to be certain conditions for him to find the target, because he passed several tents, but did not kill the people inside.
It was not until I walked through several tents that I chose the next lucky man who cut the ghost by himself.
When the knife fell, the blood splashed on his body, on his hands and mask, making it look full of evil.
One after another
He is like a model worker who works tirelessly, does not cry tired, does not cry bitterly, and harvests his lives diligently.
Boo!
He gently opened another tent.
That is a pair of men and women sleeping together.
But it was obvious that this man was more alert than others. When the knife cut through the tent, he had opened his eyes, and then when the knife fell, his hands grabbed each other's wrists.
"Ah!"
A scream.
Millie looked at the figure with a mask in horror. As the knife was getting closer and closer to Colson, her feet were mercilessly put under the other party's crotch.
The tall figure obviously froze.
Colson also took advantage of this opportunity to push away the other party, and rolled out of the tent after Millie opened it.
Fortunately, because of his admiration for Captain America, he has always practiced fighting, and he has always been alert in his sleep, otherwise they will be finished just now!
Colson looked at the tall figure standing up with lingering fear, held Millie's hand, and shouted as they ran, "help! Someone is killing!"
In the dark night, the shrill cry spread far away.
Some people heard the cry and climbed out of the tent, while others cursed and continued to sleep on their stomach.
The tall man chased behind Colson without saying a word, constantly approaching the distance between the two sides, like a beast chasing prey.
Some of those who were disturbed could not help crying out when they saw this behind the scenes.
"Jason!"
"That's the legendary murderer Jason!"
"Damn it, isn't that a legend?"
"Run!"
"That's a monster! He has been resurrected many times!"
The calm of the camp was broken, and people began to panic and run away!
And Jason still silently chased after Colson.
Suddenly, Jason threw out his machete.
Colson threw Millie away, but he fell to the ground.
Boo!
The bloody machete was stuck in the space between Colson's legs.
"Hiss..."
Colson took a breath and looked at Jason rushing again. Without hesitation, he got up and ran.
Just in the tent, he had experienced the strange power of the other party. He knew that he was not an opponent at all.
Jason rushed over, bent down and grabbed the machete. When he was about to continue to chase Colson, he seemed to be attracted by something, turned his head to the left, and then strode over.
Colson, who had been watching each other's actions, saw that the other party was staring in a direction, and his face changed.
"Damn it, that's the Kents' tent!"
Colson let out a low scold, and his face changed violently.
If it were not for him, this family would not come here. If they were in danger, he would never forgive himself in his life!
Thinking of this, Colson chased Jason against the fleeing crowd.
Millie looked at this scene, shouted loudly, gritted her teeth and chased up.
Meanwhile, the Mikes
"Dad, it's noisy outside..."
Eric muttered, turned around and hugged Charles beside him. Charles turned around vaguely and almost fell asleep.
Only when sleeping can we see such a harmonious scene between them.
Clark sat up, listened, turned pale, looked at Mike and said, "Dad, everyone outside is running away, as if he had killed someone."
Mike answered softly, touched Clark's head and said, "don't be afraid."
Clark nodded and continued, "I heard someone shout Jason, saying he was a legendary murderer."
Jason
Mike twitched at the corner of his mouth.
He should have thought of it!
Crystal lake, namely crystal lake, was renamed Greenland after Jason's murder.
PA!
Mike patted his forehead.
If he didn't recognize Colson, he must suspect that the other party deliberately pulled himself here.
An idea flashed in his mind. Mike opened the tent, his heart beat violently, his eyes narrowed, and he saw the figure rushing towards them in the dark.
"Clark, don't come out, leave it to me."
Mike turned around, smiled and said, pulling up the tent in Clark's worried eyes.
"Whoosh!"
Jason threw his machete at Mike with his back to him.
"No!"
Colson shouted after Jason, as if he had seen Mike stabbed by a machete.
But
Mike seemed to have eyes behind him. He leaned slightly, grabbed the handle of the flying machete accurately, and then turned around and threw it at Jason.
Boo!
In the howling sound, the machete hit Jason's chest, which made the rushing Jason step, step back a few steps, and fell to the ground.
Colson stared at Mike in disbelief.
"Ah!"
Millie, who followed, let out a cry of horror and pointed at Jason.
Jason, who was lying on the ground, stood up, grabbed the handle of the knife with both hands, and pulled the knife out of his chest a little bit.
The sound of flesh and blood rubbing against the metal was extremely harsh, which made Colson and Millie get goose bumps, but Jason, as a party, didn't make even a little painful cry.
Tick, tick
Blood dripped down the blade of the machete.
There is an abnormally repressed sense of terror.
Colson and Millie watched the scene in horror.
Mike sighed.
I knew this model murderer, a veteran cadre of crystal lake, was not so easy to die.
However, for him, this level is not enough.
Mike walked towards Jason, and after a few steps, he was in a burst.
Jason waved his knife and looked at Mike. Mike turned around and dodged lightly. The light on his hand flashed, and a dagger was instantly completed. With his waving arm, it was inserted into the back of Jason's neck.
Jason's body froze, and Mike casually inserted a dagger into each other's heart.
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In the moonlight, a tall figure stood in the camp.
Pale hockey masks, machetes stained with black marks, and cold malice all the time.
When the man appeared in silence, his shadow seemed to be distorted.
He turned numbly, looked at the tents all over the ground, raised his knife in his hand, and walked to a tent.
The breeze rose gradually. In a few seconds, the wind blew more and more rapidly. Clouds floated from a distance, blocking the bright moonlight, and then the figure walked towards a tent.
The knife in his hand seemed filthy, but when he opened the tent, it was as smooth as silk and did not make any sound.
Then, looking at a pair of men and women sleeping inside, he raised the knife in his hand and cut it off without any hesitation.
It's like chopping a watermelon.
Boo!
Blood spurted out and fell on the tent, ticking down along the curved arc.
The figure got up and went to the next target.
But there seems to be certain conditions for him to find the target, because he passed several tents, but did not kill the people inside.
It was not until I walked through several tents that I chose the next lucky man who cut the ghost by himself.
When the knife fell, the blood splashed on his body, on his hands and mask, making it look full of evil.
One after another
He is like a model worker who works tirelessly, does not cry tired, does not cry bitterly, and harvests his lives diligently.
Boo!
He gently opened another tent.
That is a pair of men and women sleeping together.
But it was obvious that this man was more alert than others. When the knife cut through the tent, he had opened his eyes, and then when the knife fell, his hands grabbed each other's wrists.
"Ah!"
A scream.
Millie looked at the figure with a mask in horror. As the knife was getting closer and closer to Colson, her feet were mercilessly put under the other party's crotch.
The tall figure obviously froze.
Colson also took advantage of this opportunity to push away the other party, and rolled out of the tent after Millie opened it.
Fortunately, because of his admiration for Captain America, he has always practiced fighting, and he has always been alert in his sleep, otherwise they will be finished just now!
Colson looked at the tall figure standing up with lingering fear, held Millie's hand, and shouted as they ran, "help! Someone is killing!"
In the dark night, the shrill cry spread far away.
Some people heard the cry and climbed out of the tent, while others cursed and continued to sleep on their stomach.
The tall man chased behind Colson without saying a word, constantly approaching the distance between the two sides, like a beast chasing prey.
Some of those who were disturbed could not help crying out when they saw this behind the scenes.
"Jason!"
"That's the legendary murderer Jason!"
"Damn it, isn't that a legend?"
"Run!"
"That's a monster! He has been resurrected many times!"
The calm of the camp was broken, and people began to panic and run away!
And Jason still silently chased after Colson.
Suddenly, Jason threw out his machete.
Colson threw Millie away, but he fell to the ground.
Boo!
The bloody machete was stuck in the space between Colson's legs.
"Hiss..."
Colson took a breath and looked at Jason rushing again. Without hesitation, he got up and ran.
Just in the tent, he had experienced the strange power of the other party. He knew that he was not an opponent at all.
Jason rushed over, bent down and grabbed the machete. When he was about to continue to chase Colson, he seemed to be attracted by something, turned his head to the left, and then strode over.
Colson, who had been watching each other's actions, saw that the other party was staring in a direction, and his face changed.
"Damn it, that's the Kents' tent!"
Colson let out a low scold, and his face changed violently.
If it were not for him, this family would not come here. If they were in danger, he would never forgive himself in his life!
Thinking of this, Colson chased Jason against the fleeing crowd.
Millie looked at this scene, shouted loudly, gritted her teeth and chased up.
Meanwhile, the Mikes
"Dad, it's noisy outside..."
Eric muttered, turned around and hugged Charles beside him. Charles turned around vaguely and almost fell asleep.
Only when sleeping can we see such a harmonious scene between them.
Clark sat up, listened, turned pale, looked at Mike and said, "Dad, everyone outside is running away, as if he had killed someone."
Mike answered softly, touched Clark's head and said, "don't be afraid."
Clark nodded and continued, "I heard someone shout Jason, saying he was a legendary murderer."
Jason
Mike twitched at the corner of his mouth.
He should have thought of it!
Crystal lake, namely crystal lake, was renamed Greenland after Jason's murder.
PA!
Mike patted his forehead.
If he didn't recognize Colson, he must suspect that the other party deliberately pulled himself here.
An idea flashed in his mind. Mike opened the tent, his heart beat violently, his eyes narrowed, and he saw the figure rushing towards them in the dark.
"Clark, don't come out, leave it to me."
Mike turned around, smiled and said, pulling up the tent in Clark's worried eyes.
"Whoosh!"
Jason threw his machete at Mike with his back to him.
"No!"
Colson shouted after Jason, as if he had seen Mike stabbed by a machete.
But
Mike seemed to have eyes behind him. He leaned slightly, grabbed the handle of the flying machete accurately, and then turned around and threw it at Jason.
Boo!
In the howling sound, the machete hit Jason's chest, which made the rushing Jason step, step back a few steps, and fell to the ground.
Colson stared at Mike in disbelief.
"Ah!"
Millie, who followed, let out a cry of horror and pointed at Jason.
Jason, who was lying on the ground, stood up, grabbed the handle of the knife with both hands, and pulled the knife out of his chest a little bit.
The sound of flesh and blood rubbing against the metal was extremely harsh, which made Colson and Millie get goose bumps, but Jason, as a party, didn't make even a little painful cry.
Tick, tick
Blood dripped down the blade of the machete.
There is an abnormally repressed sense of terror.
Colson and Millie watched the scene in horror.
Mike sighed.
I knew this model murderer, a veteran cadre of crystal lake, was not so easy to die.
However, for him, this level is not enough.
Mike walked towards Jason, and after a few steps, he was in a burst.
Jason waved his knife and looked at Mike. Mike turned around and dodged lightly. The light on his hand flashed, and a dagger was instantly completed. With his waving arm, it was inserted into the back of Jason's neck.
Jason's body froze, and Mike casually inserted a dagger into each other's heart.
In the moonlight, a tall figure stood in the camp.Pale hockey masks, machetes stained with black marks, and cold malice all the time.When the man appeared in silence, his shadow seemed to be distorted.He turned numbly, looked at the tents all over the ground, raised his knife in his hand, and walked to a tent.The breeze rose gradually. In a few seconds, the wind blew more and more rapidly. Clouds floated from a distance, blocking the bright moonlight, and then the figure walked towards a tent.The knife in his hand seemed filthy, but when he opened the tent, it was as smooth as silk and did not make any sound.Then, looking at a pair of men and women sleeping inside, he raised the knife in his hand and cut it off without any hesitation.It's like chopping a watermelon.Boo!Blood spurted out and fell on the tent, ticking down along the curved arc.The figure got up and went to the next target.But there seems to be certain conditions for him to find the target, because he passed several tents, but did not kill the people inside.It was not until I walked through several tents that I chose the next lucky man who cut the ghost by himself.When the knife fell, the blood splashed on his body, on his hands and mask, making it look full of evil.One after anotherHe is like a model worker who works tirelessly, does not cry tired, does not cry bitterly, and harvests his lives diligently.Boo!He gently opened another tent.That is a pair of men and women sleeping together.But it was obvious that this man was more alert than others. When the knife cut through the tent, he had opened his eyes, and then when the knife fell, his hands grabbed each other's wrists."Ah!"A scream.Millie looked at the figure with a mask in horror. As the knife was getting closer and closer to Colson, her feet were mercilessly put under the other party's crotch.The tall figure obviously froze.Colson also took advantage of this opportunity to push away the other party, and rolled out of the tent after Millie opened it.Fortunately, because of his admiration for Captain America, he has always practiced fighting, and he has always been alert in his sleep, otherwise they will be finished just now!Colson looked at the tall figure standing up with lingering fear, held Millie's hand, and shouted as they ran, "help! Someone is killing!"In the dark night, the shrill cry spread far away.Some people heard the cry and climbed out of the tent, while others cursed and continued to sleep on their stomach.The tall man chased behind Colson without saying a word, constantly approaching the distance between the two sides, like a beast chasing prey.Some of those who were disturbed could not help crying out when they saw this behind the scenes."Jason!""That's the legendary murderer Jason!""Damn it, isn't that a legend?""Run!""That's a monster! He has been resurrected many times!"The calm of the camp was broken, and people began to panic and run away!And Jason still silently chased after Colson.Suddenly, Jason threw out his machete.Colson threw Millie away, but he fell to the ground.Boo!The bloody machete was stuck in the space between Colson's legs."Hiss..."Colson took a breath and looked at Jason rushing again. Without hesitation, he got up and ran.Just in the tent, he had experienced the strange power of the other party. He knew that he was not an opponent at all.Jason rushed over, bent down and grabbed the machete. When he was about to continue to chase Colson, he seemed to be attracted by something, turned his head to the left, and then strode over.Colson, who had been watching each other's actions, saw that the other party was staring in a direction, and his face changed."Damn it, that's the Kents' tent!"Colson let out a low scold, and his face changed violently.If it were not for him, this family would not come here. If they were in danger, he would never forgive himself in his life!Thinking of this, Colson chased Jason against the fleeing crowd.Millie looked at this scene, shouted loudly, gritted her teeth and chased up.Meanwhile, the Mikes"Dad, it's noisy outside..."Eric muttered, turned around and hugged Charles beside him. Charles turned around vaguely and almost fell asleep.Only when sleeping can we see such a harmonious scene between them.Clark sat up, listened, turned pale, looked at Mike and said, "Dad, everyone outside is running away, as if he had killed someone."Mike answered softly, touched Clark's head and said, "don't be afraid."Clark nodded and continued, "I heard someone shout Jason, saying he was a legendary murderer."JasonMike twitched at the corner of his mouth.He should have thought of it!Crystal lake, namely crystal lake, was renamed Greenland after Jason's murder.PA!Mike patted his forehead.If he didn't recognize Colson, he must suspect that the other party deliberately pulled himself here.An idea flashed in his mind. Mike opened the tent, his heart beat violently, his eyes narrowed, and he saw the figure rushing towards them in the dark."Clark, don't come out, leave it to me."Mike turned around, smiled and said, pulling up the tent in Clark's worried eyes."Whoosh!"Jason threw his machete at Mike with his back to him."No!"Colson shouted after Jason, as if he had seen Mike stabbed by a machete.ButMike seemed to have eyes behind him. He leaned slightly, grabbed the handle of the flying machete accurately, and then turned around and threw it at Jason.Boo!In the howling sound, the machete hit Jason's chest, which made the rushing Jason step, step back a few steps, and fell to the ground.Colson stared at Mike in disbelief."Ah!"Millie, who followed, let out a cry of horror and pointed at Jason.Jason, who was lying on the ground, stood up, grabbed the handle of the knife with both hands, and pulled the knife out of his chest a little bit.The sound of flesh and blood rubbing against the metal was extremely harsh, which made Colson and Millie get goose bumps, but Jason, as a party, didn't make even a little painful cry.Tick, tickBlood dripped down the blade of the machete.There is an abnormally repressed sense of terror.Colson and Millie watched the scene in horror.Mike sighed.I knew this model murderer, a veteran cadre of crystal lake, was not so easy to die.However, for him, this level is not enough.Mike walked towards Jason, and after a few steps, he was in a burst.Jason waved his knife and looked at Mike. Mike turned around and dodged lightly. The light on his hand flashed, and a dagger was instantly completed. With his waving arm, it was inserted into the back of Jason's neck.Jason's body froze, and Mike casually inserted a dagger into each other's heart.
