Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

Dana, who was reciting a Latin book, looked at Martin in surprise when she heard the words. Julie, the blonde girl next to her, also stopped putting the necklace on her neck. The four of them looked at Martin strangely.

"Hey, brother, relax, did you smoke again?" Holden, the man with glasses, stretched out his hands, signaling Martin not to panic.

"Walter?"

Kurt, who had a sturdy figure, put down the music box in his hand, spread out his hands, pouted and shook his head in confusion.

Martin put his finger in front of his mouth, signaling for silence.

Tilting his head to listen quietly to the noise outside the house, he could feel the sounds of gears, digging, and roaring breaths.

The sensory tissue he was endowed with enabled him to clearly feel that when these props were activated, the source of breath connected to them would be activated.

So he had to stop everyone's actions.

The monsters here are actually not very strong, at most they are demon-level, and the demon-level here is still far inferior to Martin's demon-level with dual characteristics.

So Wu Heng didn't tell him too much.

Because if there really is a 'hell level' sealed area, then the more you know, the more dangerous it may be for Martin.

Anyway, his life is not in danger in this sealed area.

Kurt saw Martin's actions, looked around, picked up a rusty saber, and planned to cooperate with Martin.

He thought there were enemies outside.

When Martin saw Kurt's actions, he waved his hands silently, signaling him to put down the knife quickly, looking a little speechless.

Because this 'knife' is also a cursed object.

If Wu Heng were here, he would be able to discover that the cursed object corresponds to Jason, whom he has skinned countless times.

That poor child contributed a lot of hard work for him in the early days.

However, this Jason has nothing to do with the Jason of 'Crystal Lake'. It is a condensation of the folklore of this world.

The legends of each world are always somewhat similar, especially in places with forests and lakes.

For the tower keeper, the most important thing is to judge the strength of the evil spirit and the rules of the curse.

Details and plot characters are the key.

At this moment, Martin felt that two auras had awakened and were approaching. The weaker one had already arrived outside the door and was standing outside the broken wooden door.

"Forget it, it's already been activated anyway, Kurt, give me the knife." Martin stretched out his hand helplessly.

He felt that the source of the knife-shaped cursed object in Kurt's hand was also activated, but fortunately the intensity was not high.

"What activation?"

"Martin, you're a little weird."

"Marijuana really makes your brain crazy. You really should quit it."

The four looked at Martin strangely.

"I think Martin discovered something!"

Kurt was equally confused, but he still threw the knife to Martin because Martin's strength had conquered him when they were across the coffee shop before.

For muscular men who work out, they respect strength the most.

Because only they know how much effort it takes.

Martin easily touched the knife and thrust it out of the door with his backhand. The whole movement was smooth and flowing. He said at the same time:

"It means we have guests coming."

"Or rather, their owner has come!" Martin glanced at the cursed objects that everyone had touched.

Bang! The blade pierced into the door. The shabby wooden door and the rusty blade made a teeth-grinding sound.

The sound made Dana shiver and goose bumps appeared all over her body.

Martin's behavior made her feel a little creepy.

"Kurt, you just gave the knife to Martin?" She crossed her arms over her chest, frowned and glared at Kurt, "I've had enough, maybe we should...Ah--!" "Ahhh~!"

Before he could finish his words, the two women screamed at the same time.

"Martin, you're crazy, you've killed someone!" Corden shouted.

"Holden, look carefully, Waterfuck, what the hell is this thing? You call this thing with a face that's rotten to the point of exposing bones and moldy eye sockets a human being?"

Kurt, who chose to believe in Martin's strength, calmed down because of this trust.

The first thing he looked at was the rotten arm that was inserted into the wooden door and the hideous head that broke through the door.

His face, full of pustules, looked like a zombie that had been buried underground for ten years.

Maybe zombies would be more appropriate.

It was a rotten, disgusting face of a man.

Through the broken wooden door, one can see two female figures, one tall and one short, behind them. Their bodies are crooked, as if their tendons have rotted and they are standing on their bones.

This is 'The Buckner Family' from Weird Tales of Silent Hill.

Martin's knife was stabbing fiercely into the abdomen of the male corpse in the lead. The smelly yellow corpse fluid flowed out along the knife gap, making the wooden house extremely smelly.

"Ugh!" The blonde couldn't help but vomit.

"Martin, be careful!"

Holden picked up a human head whistle that looked like a skull and smashed it at the head of the rotten corpse that was breaking in through the door.

Kurt next to him was also looking around, searching for weapons.

"Stop making things worse!"

"Listen, every object here represents a monster of this kind. Touching one will activate it. Don't touch anything. That would be helping." Martin sighed and said speechlessly.

With this rotten corpse, he could explain it better.

If he had said it without any evidence before, firstly, he wouldn't have been sure, and secondly, the four of them would have just thought that he had taken a lot of contraband and was hallucinating.

It may even have a counter-effect.

It would be better to make it seem like they have discovered something, so that they dare not act rashly, and then use the example of a living monster to make it clear all at once.

He doesn't like wasting his breath.

At this moment, as Holden picked up the skull whistle and touched and smashed it, another monster was activated.

"OKOK, everyone stay still and trust Martin."

Kurt waved his hand hurriedly to the other three people and said that he had become a fan of Martin. This was the effect of crushing with muscle and strength.

Under the gazes of the four people, the saber in Martin's hand turned abruptly, twisting from vertical to horizontal, and a thick black and yellow liquid mixed with white insects flowed all over the ground.

Martin drew back the knife.

The blade was like a fork wrapped around spaghetti, pulling out a bunch of smelly, blue intestines.

The belly of the rotten male corpse collapsed instantly.

The intestines were covered with dense worms, like pulled out shrimp threads, and fell to the ground when Martin swung them.

Haw!

The intestines that fell to the ground were still twisting like a gecko's tail that had just been broken.

"Ugh!" The blonde girl who had just finished vomiting started vomiting again.

She felt like she was about to vomit her intestines. As soon as the word "intestines" popped up in her mind, she vomited even more violently.

The stench of a rotting corpse mixed with the smell of vomit made the air in the room seem thick.

It's like a dry toilet that hasn't been cleaned for a year! (End of this chapter)