Just a few minutes.
Dean flew back to the spot where the car broke down, and stood steadily on the crown of a more than ten-meter-high sycamore tree like a master of qinggong, looking down.
Only the irascible couple Evan and France are left in the original six-person team.
These two young people obviously have a bold and innovative spirit. They boldly used forests as quilts and moss as beds, allowing their skin to absorb the original flavor of nature.
"Come here quickly, stay away from mother-in-law and mother-in-law, kid."
"Hiss... be gentle, little witch, do you want to use it as a roasted hot dog? If you hurt it, you will be a widow in your next life."
"Then I'll learn how to ditch Jesse's scumbag boyfriend, kick you out of the way, and get a strong black boyfriend."
"What a beautiful idea! I will take care of you, a little bitch, right now!"
"Giggle..."
Dean listened with a critical attitude for two minutes, then his face suddenly froze, and his eyes caught a strange movement.
A few hundred meters to the right along the hood of the car where the young couple was lying, they were in a leafy forest.
A vague figure was approaching them quickly.
Dean's perverted eyesight clearly saw that this guy was wearing baggy, dusty, ripped denim overalls, stained with all kinds of dirt as if they hadn't been washed for decades. On his back was a hunting bow, a barrel of arrows, and a rusty hatchet hanging from his waist.
He stepped lightly across the dead trees lying on the ground, the uneven forest floor, and slid across the moss, as if walking on flat ground, with agility that was beyond human.
When Dean stared at his face, his pupils shrank.
This face is full of bumps and bumps, the skin is extremely rough, the hooked and humped nose is surprisingly big, and he is breathing heavily, and his eyes are as asymmetrical as one big and one small, like ping pong balls and peanuts. Every time his wet eyeballs blinked, it was as if he was creating a nightmare. His lips were turned outwards, revealing a set of uneven buck teeth, and his mandible protruded forward to an absurd degree, making him completely deformed.
Even though Dean had seen many monsters, he was amazed by this extremely ugly appearance.
"You just want to puncture my tires? Are you a genetically mutated freak, or a defective product of chaotic reproduction?"
Dean let go of his senses and determined that the omen was not pointing to this abnormality, and that the sense of crisis it brought was not high.
"Let me have some fun with you."
Di An quietly hid in the canopy of the tree and observed - this guy ran to a clump of boxwood trees not far from the road and squatted down. He looked at the couple who had finished whispering with his big and small eyes, his eyes flashing with excitement and greed.
…
Evan and France tidied up each other's messy clothes, enjoyed a cigarette afterward, and then each got into a car and rummaged through the luggage.
"Honey, I just went through a tough battle and need to replenish some energy," Evan asked, "Do you know where the food is?"
"Let Jesse and the others take them away." France in the blue station wagon flipped through the driver's license and documents in the car of Chris, the driver of the car, and found a thick medical dictionary. "That Chris may be a As for the doctor, I happen to have chest pain recently, so I’ll ask him to prescribe some prescriptions and painkillers for me later as compensation for the car crash.”
"Prescribe any medicine, I'll rub it for you...wait!" Evan suddenly turned his head and looked at the woods behind him with a puzzled expression, "Did you hear any strange noises?"
"Yes, your stomach is growling." Frances flipped through the car's CD bag casually.
"Be serious, I heard the sound of a pheasant. Maybe I can catch it, pluck it, disembowel it, and put it on the fire..." Evan threw away the cigarette butt and stamped it out, got out of the jeep and went into the forest on the right side of the road. His eyes looked around.
The green woods cover the top of the head, and dusk casts terrifying shadows from the gaps in the forest. The surrounding shrubs sway with pale leaves, like the dead waving, full of ominous signs.
Evan shivered, then showed a self-deprecating smile, stooped down, restrained his steps, put his hands together near his mouth, and imitated the cry of a pheasant.
"Gu...gu..."
"Gu...gu..."
There was an echo not far ahead.
Evan's face lit up and he quickened his pace. Less than twenty meters away, he saw a ball-shaped boxwood trembling slightly, and a long colorful tail feather emerged from between the leaves.
He raised his hands into claws in front of his chest, ready to pounce, when he suddenly felt itchy on the back of his neck and turned around suddenly.
breathe…
A tall man like a wall came into Evan's sight, standing just behind his butt, looking at him with a scary face that was as abstract as mud, with eyes and nose that didn't interfere with each other, like two sausages. A glistening line of drool dripped from his outturned lips, sliding down his chin to his chest, soaking the dirt-covered coat.
A strong smell of sweat and blood rushed into Evan's nose and filled his mind.
Amid the extreme sourness and horror, he instantly rolled his eyes, opened his mouth into an O shape, and his throat began to tremble——
Ah-hmm!
The weirdo's left hand, which was covered with calluses and dead skin, pressed forward like lightning, holding down his mouth, nose and lower half of his face, blocking his screams in his throat. The huge force lifted him up and pushed him backwards. On a plane tree.
Evan desperately kicked his dangling feet and pulled the big hand holding his mouth, but it was like hitting an iron plate with no meaning at all.
One sneaker fell to the ground as he struggled.
The weirdo looked at his face that was so frightened that he had his eyes closed. He smiled evilly and stretched out his tongue like a meat ball to lick his lips. His eyes full of hunger glanced at his ears, and he took off the rusty earrings from his waist with his right hand. Aim the hatchet at the left ear and chop it off!
Poof!
A pile of things fell to the ground. The weirdo lowered his head impatiently, but he could not see the waxy little ears that he was looking forward to. He only saw a fresh severed hand, holding a familiar rusty hand in his palm. Hatchet.
The weird man's ugly face turned to his right hand - black blood spurted out from his bare wrist, and a red flame ignited mysteriously between the black blood, as if he was holding a torch made of a severed hand.
The firelight shone on his face, and patches of pale frost formed between his upper and lower eyelids, freezing his sight.
Ahhhhh!
The weirdo's facial features were squeezed into a ball, showing an expression that looked like he had seen a ghost. He let out a sharp scream amidst the darkness, burning pain, and tearing pain of his severed hand. He released his left hand that was holding Evan's mouth, and hurriedly fled to the other side.
Evan was freed from the restraints. As soon as his feet landed on the ground, his whole body went limp and he knelt on the soft humus. He was panting violently and sweat was pouring out from his body. He hurriedly groped his cheeks to confirm which part had been chopped off by the hatchet. parts, but not a single part is missing.
When he looked up.
There was a click.
The head of the weirdo who hadn't run very far in front suddenly turned 180 degrees backwards, his face turned to his back, and his stiff face was frozen with a hint of shock and lifeless.
A pair of hands pushed down the corpse with its neck broken from behind, and a tall figure wearing a black trench coat stepped over the corpse and walked up, with steady steps and a calm expression, as if he was walking in the garden of his own home.
He took off his sunglasses, revealing an Asian face, "Man, are you okay? Can you still get up?"
Evan has not recovered from the attack that started hastily and ended suddenly. His eyes are bulging and he is staring at Dean, his chest is rising and falling, and his lips are convulsed and speechless,
"Honey, what's wrong? Who was shouting just now?" Frances, who heard the noise and swayed her red hair, hurriedly ran down the road and hugged her boyfriend. She glanced at Dean in front and the corpse on the ground, and was frightened. He jumped a lot and said, "What happened? Who is lying on the ground?"
"This is a pervert, he almost killed me just now, France, I almost couldn't see you!" Evan buried his face in his girlfriend's arms like a wounded child, moaning and sobbing, his nose and tears stained the woman's clothes, "Fortunately, this gentleman saved my life. Help me up!"
With the support of his girlfriend, Evan trembled like an electric shock and bowed 45 degrees to Dean to thank him. The woman observed the deformed face of the corpse on the ground at close range, and her face instantly turned pale.
Is this a fucking movie? Uglier than zombies!
"I warned you about the danger, but you didn't listen." Dean glanced at the shivering couple leaning against each other, "If I'm a little late, you will all die!"
"Sorry, sir, I misunderstood your kindness before. But, didn't you go find a tow truck?" France asked fearfully,
"I drove not far away and encountered a wire mesh blocking the road. I guessed that it was definitely not a prank and thought of coming back to take a look." Dean knelt down and took off the hunting bow and arrows from the deformed man's back. The blacksmith's specialty When activated, the forging method and means of this weapon turned into a picture and passed through my mind. Compared with the bow tire made by Dean, it was very crude.
"How on earth did you do that? This guy lifted me up with one hand. His strength was amazing." Evan looked at Dean in disbelief, "But you just killed him like that?"
"I have received professional military training." Dean explained casually,
Evan exchanged a look with his girlfriend and nodded, "Do you know who this guy is and why he attacked me for no reason?"
"I guess it's some perverted butchers with mental disorders in the remote countryside who kill passers-by as prey." Dean's calm expression restored a bit of courage to the two of them, "You are very lucky, but what about your other friends, Jesse, Ke Rhys?”
"Oops, does this pervert have any other accomplices?"
Dean nodded solemnly, "According to my experience, this kind of imbecile-looking murderer is most likely a gregarious creature."
"Jesse and the others are in danger! Man...can you..."
"My name is Dean."
"Mr. Dean, please help us again and help us rescue our companions. We will repay you later."
The two people's voices fell.
Dean got his wish and saw the expected prompt - you triggered the event "Freaks in the Forest":
Because of a traffic jam on the highway, you triggered the omen and rushed to the "Bear Mountain Road" in a deserted dense forest. You discovered a trap attack on passers-by. The attacker was a deformed person with a distorted face and cruel behavior.
It's time to choose again.
Protect this group of lost travelers, find the base camp of the deformed children, and catch them all.
Or take back this group of freaks and make them work for you.
Event Difficulty: Easy
Progress: (10/100)
Deadline: 24 hours
Reward: 60 experience points
…
Easy difficulty, Dean nodded, better than nothing.
But the fighting has reached lv3 (394/400), and it is almost time to upgrade during the process of solving the incident. With the things reminded in the omen, the harvest from this incident will not be small.
…
"Where did your friend go?" Dean held the bow in his left hand and pulled the string with his right hand. His shoulders, elbows and hands were connected in a straight line, making a false shooting gesture.
Evan and France couldn't help but blinked, as if their eyeballs were stung by a sharp edge, "They shouldn't have gone far into the forest on the left side of the road."
"Follow me, don't fall behind, and don't run around, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences!" After saying this, Dean, carrying a bow and arrow on his back, trotted vigorously to the other end of the road, and at the same time quietly replaced it with a bow and arrow made by himself in the space. The bow and arrow on the back.
Then the "shadow" floats over the forest to navigate from a bird's eye view.
"Slow down, man."
Evan gritted his teeth and picked up the hatchet in the broken hand of the corpse, and called his bewildered girlfriend to follow closely.
…
This forest is vaster and more vibrant than imagined.
Insects buzzed and fluttered among the trees, and rats and venomous snakes rustled underfoot.
The sunset cast from the tall canopy will nourish the younger birches, hornbeams... The last part is sprinkled on the ferns, moss, decaying branches and fallen leaves.
But between these vibrant scenes, a deadly crisis lurks.
Dean paused in his hurried footsteps and raised his hand back to make a stop motion. The panting young couple who were following him stopped nervously. Then he saw the man picking up a dead branch from the ground and throwing it into the ground not far ahead. Under a big tree.
Wow——
A thick layer of leaves on the ground was lifted, and a sling flew up into the air. Immediately afterwards, the thick branches of a birch tree opposite were released like springs, and the wooden planks inlaid with thick iron nails Then it swung through the air and stabbed the air below the sling.
If someone is hung, they will immediately become a hedgehog.
Frances, with a pale face, tugged on her boyfriend's hand, "Oh my god, what kind of devil's trap is this? Get back in the car!"
"The car is broken down. You can't even escape if you hide in it. You must follow Dean, quickly!"
Then, the two witnessed a series of gruesome traps - logs smashed from the sky, deep pits filled with sharpened stakes, and sharp wires entangled in front of two big trees that could easily cut the neck. ...But no matter what kind of vicious trap it was, it was anticipated in advance by the figure in front of it, and it was easily destroyed and avoided.
They followed Dean for half an hour, and the lush woods in front of them suddenly disappeared, and they approached a green grassy forest glade.
There are hundreds of cars parked in this wilderness.
The trunks of the cars had been opened, and the clothes and sundries were rummaged out and scattered all over the floor, making them look messy and depressing. The bodies of these cars were all stained with shocking bright red bloodstains, and were spotted with croaking crows. It was jumping back and forth among the blood stains, as if looking for food.
It was like a car graveyard that had just experienced a massacre.
"So many cars were dragged here by those freaks?" Evan swallowed when he thought of his previous experiences, "Were all the people in the cars taken away?"
"Wait, look to the left! That's Jesse, all four of them are there, God bless!" France suddenly pointed to the back of a truck in the distance, where four familiar figures squatted cautiously, "God, The freaks are coming after me too!”
"Shut up and get down!" Dean yelled angrily, and France was instantly covered by her boyfriend.
The road next to the car cemetery.
Three deformed freaks carrying shotguns, bows and arrows, and poleaxes, and dressed in shabby clothing, left a shabby yellow trailer. One of them, a thin and agile freak, couldn't wait to run towards the car cemetery.
He was only wearing a pair of overalls, exposing his bare arms and chest, with a half-bald head of sparse and messy hair. When running, he held his ribs with his two big arms, and flapped his forearms up and down like duck webs paddling water. He ran in circles like a dance, singing "la la la" in a hoarse and harsh voice, as if he was silent in his own happy world.
Paired with that face, it looked grotesque and terrifying.
But their approach created a fatal crisis for the four Jesses hiding in the car cemetery.
"Hey! Hey! I'm here!" In order to attract the attention of his companions, Chris, who was wearing a shirt, boldly got out from behind a dilapidated car, exposed himself, and ran towards the forest in the distance. Open your hands in defiance.
The freak in the red shirt took off the shotgun from his back, held it in his hand, and aimed it at the fleeing Chris.
The other two chased after him one after another wielding axes and hatchets.
"Dean, please, save him!" France begged and looked at the man beside her, only to see him taking a few steps to the side at some point, drawing his bow and setting an arrow, and the bowstring was pressed against his face. The arrow was aimed at the freak holding the gun.
lv4 shooting is activated.
Under the afterglow of the setting sun, his posture was relaxed, consistent, and smooth, as if he had experienced hundreds of thousands of archery exercises and reached a state of perfection.
France and Evan had a terrifying intuition in their hearts. There was nowhere to hide from this arrow!
Whoosh——
The bowstring vibrates!
The arrow feathers grazed the corner of Dean's mouth and teleported away.
The arrow drew a dazzling silver light.
The geek in the red shirt who was holding the shotgun had a bloody hole in his elbow. He let out an empty shot with a cry of pain, and the shotgun came out. In the distance, Chris was frightened and fell into a raspberry bush holding his head.
The arrow's power was far from exhausted, and it continued to fly forward. After a slight turn, it penetrated the back of the second weirdo in a gray shirt and wielded a long-handled axe, piercing a section of his colon. He covered his stomach and fell to the ground. .
The arrow penetrated from his front waist, and flew towards the front of the guy called the Freak in Jeans. It penetrated through its knee socket, shattered the knee joint, and then pierced into the grass with all its strength. , the freak knelt forward and knelt on the ground.
Ahhhh!
An arrow struck, and all three deformed men were injured. They couldn't help but stop chasing Chris, and their eyes turned to the bush where the arrow flew from.
Dean, who instantly discovered the sneak attack, put his bow and arrow back on his back, reached into his big trench coat with his right hand, grabbed a shining silver hand axe, stepped out of the bushes with his legs up, and walked towards the nearest red-clothed geek.
Anger burst out from his wet eyeballs, he opened his big mouth full of yellow teeth and roared like a beast, picked up the long-handled ax on the ground, took big steps, and came towards him menacingly.
The long-handled ax dragged a bloody trail on the grass until Dean was about half a meter away. He suddenly swung forward and drew a half-moon-shaped silver arc across his chest.
too slow.
Dean faced the cold light and jumped like a civet. His toes touched the blade of the long-handled axe, and he jumped to a place half a height higher than the monster. He aimed the ax in his right hand at its neck and tilted it down. wave.
Dean landed lightly, passed over the body of the frozen monster from the left, and continued to approach the two remaining monsters not far away without looking back...
Wait until he walks ten meters.
Poof!
A blood line suddenly opened on the neck of the red-clothed monster behind him, and the ferocious head slid off his neck as smoothly as tofu sliding across a stone slab.
On the flat cut surface, blood-red fireworks sprayed into the sky.
The headless corpse embraced the earth peacefully.
"You killed XX, proficiency +2, fighting level 3 (396/400)
Oh, God!
The Jesse Six hiding around them only saw a blurry figure passing by the monster, and the monster's head was cut off. The shocking and bloody scene made them open their mouths and widen their eyes.
Fear was mixed with intense excitement.
If this person kills freaks, then he is with them!
The jeans freak who was originally shot through the knee saw his strongest companion fall down in the blink of an eye. That man's cold eyes were locked directly on him, and hell was reflected in his pupils.
The beast-like intuition tempered in countless battles told him that he could not match this time.
He decisively left his paralyzed companion behind and limped toward the yellow trailer, preparing to drive away.
The abandoned freak lying on the ground screamed in pain, turned around with heavy breathing, picked up the bow and arrows on the ground, strung the bow and aimed at Dean, who was walking quickly, with his big smelly mouth. Licking the tail feathers.
Whoosh——
The arrow broke through the air, but flew less than 10 centimeters in front of the man's face when it was caught in the air by a big hand and snapped into two pieces.
The part with the sharp arrow was thrown back twice as fast as before, piercing the monster's eyes and piercing the brain.
Before his consciousness completely disappeared, a foot enlarged infinitely in his pupils.
Poof!
The monster's round head was crushed into a ball of minced meat by the huge force.
"You killed XX, proficiency +1, fighting level 3 (397/400)..."
Dean retracted his foot and flicked it, and his telekinesis instantly flicked away all the dirty flesh and blood on the sole. He turned his eyes to the last jeans geek in front of the car.
The freak's hand was pressed against the car door, but the handle was motionless as if it was welded by molten steel, and he couldn't pull it open!
Mother! dad!
How come there is such horrible food!
I won't eat him anymore!
I won't eat him anymore!
I am the smartest one, I want to survive!
Jeans slapped the car door frantically, but couldn't open it.
He felt a chill on the back of his neck, turned around, and then knelt down on the ground. A line of water flowed from his crotch, dripping onto the lawn, emitting bursts of heat.
He was like the countless dead people who had been tortured and dismembered by him, with snot and tears stained on his face that was covered in scars and scabs as if he had suffered a fire, and he looked at the man in front of him with a wailing and begging expression.
But due to congenital reasons, he could not speak a word. He could only make a vague noise of "Uh-huh".
"Are you going to puncture my tires again?" Dean put the ax on his wrinkled neck and asked softly,
"Woo..." He shook his head desperately,
"Then the game is over. I'll let you go first." Dean gently pressed his protruding chin with both hands, "I'll have fun with your souls later."
Click——
The monster's head turned to his back, and he fell to the ground as if his spine had been ripped away.
You killed xx, proficiency +1, fighting level 3 (398/400)
"The fighting skills are very poor, without professional training, but the speed and strength are higher than ordinary people. It is fatal to ordinary people who are unprepared." Dean commented, and looked at the system again. The event progress was 6%. 10. The base camp of deformed people should still have some fish slipping through the net.
He holstered his weapon and walked toward the line in the car graveyard.
(End of chapter)
