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Perhaps tired of the same old thing and wanting a change, the glamorous woman adjusted the mechanical knobs and found a new music program.

The soothing strains of Schubert's Serenade for Piano began to play, drifting out from the wide-open glass windows and scattering notes across the floor.

While the King of Songs' artistic masterpiece is undeniably captivating, the poor signal significantly diminishes its charm, with increasingly loud and jarring noise forcing the driver to switch frequencies.

Strangely, no matter how she changed the channel, the eerie sound, like a blade scraping against glass, always followed her, as if a sharp claw was about to reach out from inside the radio at any moment.

Just as the woman was stubbornly trying to break the silence by turning the frequency knob, a loud "thump" suddenly came from the roof of the car, as if something had hit it hard, leaving a bulge.

"Oh, what bad luck!" the woman muttered, lightly tapping the brakes to slow down and pull over to the side of the road. She opened the car door and looked up.

What appeared before them was a terrifyingly tall and grotesque figure!

She covered her head and hurriedly took a few steps back, opening her cherry-like mouth to scream.

The grotesque figure, already adept at handling such situations, swiftly extended its claws, aiming for its target's throat, muttering under its breath:

"This is not bad luck, but good fortune, the supreme good fortune that has become one with me..."

"Really? I think so too!"

The delicate prey, who had been trembling just moments before, suddenly changed her expression and revealed a genuine smile.

The next second, a burst of crimson flames suddenly exploded, engulfing the strange figure within!

Chapter 250 A Play Within a Play

"What an unexpected surprise! Hey, you'll never guess what I saw!"

Staring at the figure staggering out of the fire, the woman in the leather jacket quickly pulled her deliberately loose hair back and tied it into a ponytail, her tone full of excitement.

From within an inconspicuous black jade button on her collar came Zhu Mingyao's cheerful voice:

"Oh? From what you're saying, besides that chainsaw killer, there was some other gain?"

A spark of inspiration, like ripples on water, washed away the heavy makeup, revealing Madison's youthful and pretty face beneath the heavy makeup.

She chuckled mischievously, and a shiny object slipped from her sleeve, clattering as it rolled twice on the ground. In the firelight, it was revealed to be half a broken silver mirror with lotus patterns carved on the back.

"A broken mirror can be mended!"

Despite frequently dealing with all sorts of difficult spells, a few simple Chinese characters are still no challenge for our clever little witch.

As the girl's clear voice echoed, ripples spread through the void, and two silver, humanoid wisps of mist suddenly leaped out.

With a gentle kick of his toe, Zhu Mingyao transformed the now intact magical artifact, the Mirror, into a stream of light and returned it to his pouch. He then gazed at the monster struggling desperately within a crystalline spiderweb and revealed a delighted smile.

"How about it? It's all thanks to my sacrifice, isn't it? I've never worn such ugly makeup before!"

"Well done!" The young cultivator gave his companion a genuine thumbs-up and turned around with a happy smile.

"Dear Mr. Monster, your new look is quite unique, but should I call you 'Dead Skin' or 'Leather Face' now?"

He slapped his palm and said with a mocking laugh, "Why not just call it shameless!"

Faced with his malicious mockery, the monster roared in anger, raised its right arm high and swung it forcefully. A buzzing sound accompanied the cold light as it sliced ​​through the thick and tough psionic net.

A cloud of black mist surged from beneath the wide black cloak that enveloped the entire body, extinguishing the remaining wisps of flame on the surface of the body. The charred human skin mask brittled and shattered, revealing the true face hidden beneath.

Its bumpy, dark skin was covered with a layer of slippery mucus, making it look half octopus and half toad. A pair of dead white, walnut-sized eyes bulged from their sockets like goldfish, radiating a savage and cruel light. Within its exaggeratedly large mouth, splitting to its ears, fangs gleamed with a chilling light.

Along the outer edges of its chin, cheeks, and forehead, it is covered with sharp, insect-like segments, seemingly ready to open up and frantically tear apart its prey at any moment.

Zhu Mingyao and his two companions were quite familiar with this unique appearance, which resembled the facehugger from Alien.

The initial target of this trip was the dark demon, whose real name was "Deadskin," who had attacked the school bus Michelle was riding and murdered a group of high school students.

It's really hard to find a place to break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it!

But in this time and place, it should also have another identity.

Zhu Mingyao's gaze fell on the enemy's right arm, where a rapidly spinning handheld chainsaw was forcibly embedded in the forearm, replacing the mutilated limb. Ominous black smoke rose between the flesh and the machine.

Changes in the nature of life and the nature of power can also affect an individual's definition of mystical concepts.

No wonder Michelle couldn't find it; it turns out its ID card had been changed!

What is this? A fusion evolution?

Following "Predator vs. Alien" and "Jason vs. Freddy," is "The Chainsaw Massacre and the Horrifying Cannibal Romance" about to be released?

"Try to keep him alive and ask him how he ended up like this."

A cool, sharp sword aura swept out, severing a black wing that had sprung from the monster's back, thwarting its attempt to escape. Zhu Mingyao casually remarked that he was quite curious about it.

"What's there to ask? Just kill it!" Although she habitually retorted, the blonde haughty girl still obediently made her move. Crimson light flashed, and violent flames transformed into smooth silk threads that wrapped around the monster. Combined with a powerful telekinetic shield, she was about to envelop and capture it.

"Roar!" Sensing the impending danger, the monster's tattered, wide black cloak suddenly expanded several times its original size, like a huge balloon being filled to the brim, temporarily blocking the flame threads. Then, the eerie chainsaw tightly integrated with its arm spun rapidly and swung around fiercely.

The telekinetic energy, which should have been invisible and intangible, sparked with a stark white light on the chainsaw, and then disintegrated as if struck by a dispelling spell.

Taking this opportunity, the black cloak grew three more centimeters, then suddenly rolled up, like a heavy curtain erected on a stage, blocking the group's view.

"Bang! Boom!"

A flash of light and the clear sound of gunfire rang out as a large-caliber Glock and two small ladies' revolvers fired in unison, unleashing a barrage of bullets that pierced the curtain with holes of varying sizes.

The black cloak shattered, and a dozen sharp, cold glints suddenly rose from behind, transforming into pale white cross-shaped darts that met a long, plain-colored sword. As the sword was shredded into dust, it also gave the sword a moment's respite. Seizing this fleeting opportunity, the chainsaw, its muscles and metal intertwined, slammed heavily into the sword light, sacrificing its own life to withstand the fatal blow.

Using the powerful recoil, the monster with several shiny bullets embedded in its chest turned and leaped back. The wing root where its shoulder blade had been severed rapidly writhed, and a new, wet wing burst forth instantly, carrying it into the vast night sky and disappearing in the blink of an eye!

"Bastard!" "Don't even think about running!"

Clusters of fist-sized fireballs flew into the air accompanied by angry shouts, dissipating into streaks of light like festive fireworks after exhausting their energy.

"Alright, they've all gone far away, stop pretending."

Zhu Mingyao calmly waved his hand and snatched several pieces of debris left behind by the enemy.

True Qi seeped into the blood-stained, rusty black and yellow chainsaw, probing the internal structure of the murder weapon.

It wasn't a simple machine at all; rather, it was formed by the organic fusion of the deceased's bones and metal, creating a spiritual material that had never been seen before. No wonder it could disrupt the effects of telekinesis.

He put it away with interest, intending to "reward" Bai Ziyuan, that bone fetishist, for his research later.

The life of a qualified cultivator, besides being brave and fierce, is mostly about seeking the unknown and mysterious. Whether one can pay attention in daily life and accumulate the little bits of new knowledge gained to pass on to the next generation is the difference between a sect or family with a solid foundation and a wandering martial arts master.

"How was my performance? This kind of play-within-a-play technique was taught to me by my aunt when I was a child!" Madison raised his head, twirling the second-hand revolver he had borrowed from the police station, and approached smugly, showing no trace of resentment.

"If I hadn't awakened my supernatural powers, I would definitely be the most promising Hollywood star!"

"Indeed, indeed. There's an old saying in the East that goes, 'The prettier a girl is, the more likely she is to deceive you.' So I believe in your extraordinary talent in this area."

Zhu Mingyao made a joke to change the subject, flicked his fingers to set up the [Six Earthly Branches Concealing Formation] around the group, and flicked his chin in the direction the enemy had fled.

"Let's go, we've locked onto its aura. Follow that beast and wipe them all out in one fell swoop!"

Chapter 251 Accomplices

"Speaking of which, why do you believe that besides Leatherface, there were other accomplices who went into hiding back then?"

Sitting on a flying carpet adorned with ornate magical patterns, Madison, now back in her embroidered silver witch's gown, held a crystal ball and adjusted its orientation based on the flashing red dots inside, asking a question with a hint of excitement.

The bait plan she devised was not only a great success, but it also allowed her to indulge in acting. In the end, she even stumbled upon the target she was searching for on this trip, which was like a triple blessing. Stimulated by the triple pleasure, her usually lazy intelligence came online again, and she noticed the part that her companions had been vague about when discussing tactics during the day.

"If you suspect it has accomplices, I can understand it. After all, judging from the signs of life in that dilapidated house, at least half a year ago this guy was just an ordinary old man. It's very likely that some unknown entity bestowed the power of [Dead Skin] upon it."

The cool night breeze brushed against her temples, picking out a few strands of soft hair that brushed against Zhu Mingyao's cheek, making him feel a tingling sensation.

He felt a slight flutter in his heart as he inhaled the rich, delicate fragrance of the young girl. After a brief pause, he smiled and replied:

"As our beautiful and wise witch said, that villain only gained supernatural powers at most half a year ago. So how did a disabled old man with no stable income survive in the wilderness for decades while living in anonymity?"

Zhu Mingyao thought he had made himself perfectly clear, but there was a moment of awkward silence. He glanced up in surprise and saw the two girls' confused expressions. After a few moments of thought, he suddenly realized what he had said and clapped his hands lightly.

"Oh, I almost forgot about your family backgrounds..." He quickly organized his thoughts, sat up straight, and earnestly explained the underlying principles to the two wealthy young ladies from privileged backgrounds.

"Do you really believe the federal government's propaganda that social welfare and social assistance can ensure a person's basic needs are met?"

"At least there's always enough food, right?" Zoe weakly raised her hand.

Madison snorted defiantly, "Don't treat us like little girls who are completely ignorant of society. There are shelters set up by the government that provide free accommodation and meals for the homeless."

She pulled out a rubber band and tied her slightly loosened golden ponytail. "Although you have to queue for many days, once you get in, you'll have enough to eat and wear, and there's basic medical care. Occasionally, there are also relief supplies donated by various organizations. My parents, my aunt, and I have participated in such charity events and seen what it's like there. The conditions are pretty good."

Zhu Mingyao's expression was subtle as he pointed to several dilapidated rural houses that had passed beneath the flying carpet. "That's the problem. Not every place is a big city!"

He sighed helplessly, “Los Angeles, where we live, is an important stronghold of the Blue Party and one of the most economically developed regions in the Federation. Naturally, we have the confidence to allocate a lot of funds for related expenses. But this is a remote small town in the Red State. We have neither spare money nor the time to care about so many things. At most, community organizations and grassroots churches come to visit us every now and then.”

Zhu Mingyao coldly laughed: "How many elderly people living alone in remote corners of the Federation die silently every year? I'm afraid no one can say for sure."

"Back then, the chainsaw killer managed to escape the police's pursuit despite losing an arm and being seriously injured. He even hid in the wilderness and lived peacefully for decades without anyone helping him cover up or providing financial or material support. He simply couldn't have survived until today!"

He narrowed his eyes and, with a confident tone, concluded the matter.

……

……

The air currents in the high sky stirred the clouds, and occasionally a beam of bright moonlight would leak through a gap, only to disappear in a flash as the clouds changed shape.

Below this, a hundred or so buildings are scattered across the hillside.

Like many other rural areas, Travis suffered a devastating loss after the 1980s due to the federal government's policy of shifting manufacturing away from the real economy. Its two small factories quickly went out of business, and the population dwindled by more than half. Today, only a few long-time residents remain, and even the lights at night are few and far between.

Some people find it hard to leave their homeland, while others find it difficult.

—It has to be this way!

"Clang, crash!"

With a violent swipe of a sharp claw, a basin of water and a white gauze cloth were knocked to the ground.

"...Flesh...blood, I need fresh human flesh to heal my wounds! Not this useless stuff!"

In the dim space, the tall, grotesque figure trembled violently, its voice like the tearing of a steel saw, filled with resentment and anger.

"I'm...I'm sorry, Uncle Thomas, we don't have those..."

On the old-fashioned oil lamp, a small orange-yellow flame flickered, illuminating a young face with brown hair and buck teeth.

The young man glanced quickly at the metal basin that had been smashed into scrap metal by the monstrous strength, a hint of envy in his eyes, and he explained in a humble voice.

"Then go kill them! There are plenty more in town!"