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Frans shaded her eyes with her hand and looked around. Her companions had already disappeared into the woods. She pulled her denim jacket over her shoulders and walked back to the car, feeling that her boyfriend's behavior was a bit inexplicable.

"Are you exercising? Why are you washing your car if you have nothing better to do?"

Evan took off his goggles and put them in his pocket, blinked, and said with a mischievous grin:

"You're right, my dear little one, I am exercising."

Strong arms expertly wrapped around her slender waist, while her large hands explored her body in a restless manner.

"I gave you my coat; it's freezing cold right now. You need to stretch your legs a bit," he said with a grin, breathing warm air into the woman's ear.

"The hood is wide and large, big enough for two people to lie down in. The engine still has some residual heat, like a warm bed. The surrounding fresh natural atmosphere is accompanied by birdsong and the fragrance of flowers..."

"You bastard! So you stayed with me for this perverted reason!" Frans, feeling weak all over from his touch, her breathing becoming heavy, bit her lip and scolded him playfully.

"Of course, the sky as the roof and the forest as the walls, how poetic!" Evan chuckled smugly, embracing the half-resisting, half-coercing body, and slowly lay down.

"Don't you like this kind of excitement? Like last time in the night classroom..."

Dozens of meters away, on a tall cedar tree, slender branches swayed gently without wind, and a pair of eyes were watching this vivid and charming scene with great interest.

"It must be admitted that even 4K high definition still falls short of the realism of a live performance..."

High in the treetop, Zhu Mingyao, propped up with the [Six Earth Hidden Form Method], struck a standard Asian squat like an old auntie listening to gossip at the village entrance, cracking open a few pine nuts he had casually picked out, and earnestly observing and evaluating.

"Wow, this pose, I'll remember it, I'll remember it..."

As the saying goes, one is never too old to learn.

As expected, there are many talented people among the people. The people of the Lighthouse, known for their openness, can still learn new life experiences and perspectives from them, even as a seasoned netizen who has read countless articles.

He spat out a bit of the hardened skin, turned his gaze to the distant dense forest, and let out a silent chuckle.

"But I won't watch your open-air performance for free; I still have to pay for the ticket."

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"Hoo...hoo, how was it? My idea was pretty good, wasn't it?" After licking the other's earlobe, Evan panted as he fastened his belt.

Seeing his girlfriend's still-blushing face, he unscrewed the bottled water he had prepared, took a couple of sips to replenish his fluids, and then handed it to her in a flattering manner.

"Tch, the idea is pretty good, but the execution... well, it's just so-so." Frans wiped the thin layer of sweat from her nose and gave a defiant snort.

She propped herself up and sat up, fumbling in her pockets for a while, but only found an empty cigarette pack.

"Let's go find a pack."

The two split up and got into their respective cars, searching for spiritual nourishment to fill the emptiness after their passion.

Perhaps still furious with the reckless perpetrator, the red-haired girl carelessly rummaged through Chris's belongings, making a mess of his car.

"Oh, look what I found! A huge bag of Hershey's chocolate bars! They're the high-end kind. Looks like that guy is much richer than us poor students. We'll have to ask for a lot more compensation later."

Frans happily peeled open a branch and chewed it to replenish her depleted energy.

Feeling the sweet and bitter flavors melt on her tongue, she stuck her head out of the car window and beckoned her male companion to share.

Her good intentions were met only with a finger held up to her lips.

"Shh." The man's expression suddenly changed, and he squinted, looking around.

"Did you hear any strange noise?" he asked, looking puzzled. "It sounded like... a rooster crowing?"

"Are you kidding me? Are you going to say that someone opened a chicken farm in the deep mountains and forests? Here you go!" Frans rolled her eyes and tossed a chocolate bar at her.

“What I mean is…” Evan tore open the packaging and took a bite, responding vaguely, “Maybe there are houses nearby? You rest for a while, I’ll go look for one. If we can borrow a landline, it will save us a lot of trouble.”

As the man spoke, he picked up a twisted twig, swept aside the dense vegetation that was tripping him, and stepped into the forest.

While the rich autumn colors can make most plants bow down, they still have to succumb to the vast expanse of evergreens here. The densely growing pines and firs lazily stretch out their arms, forming a thick barrier that completely blocks out the light and sound from the outside world.

As soon as he entered the wilderness, a chilling, damp air enveloped him, penetrating his pores. Having just engaged in strenuous exercise, Evan shuddered, feeling as if he had suddenly jumped into an icy swimming pool.

He should have asked his girlfriend for his jacket back first... He rubbed the goosebumps rising on his arms, feeling a little regretful.

As he walked, Evan observed his surroundings, trying to find the source of the rooster's crow. However, the deeper he ventured into the forest, the more unfamiliar the scenery became. The country road he had come from had disappeared behind the trees, and he felt as if he had completely lost his way.

He was starting to have second thoughts, standing there trying to figure things out, wanting to go back first.

"Giggle, tap..."

As if the heavens did not want him to return empty-handed, a clear rooster crowed suddenly from behind a large, dense grove of privet and laurel trees about thirty or forty meters to his side.

Evan's eyes lit up. He pulled his feet out from among the yellowed, withered grass and quickly walked over.

"Hey! Is anyone living here?" he called out excitedly, struggling to push aside the branches and leaves and walk through the thicket of green bushes that resembled a fence.

Then he stepped into thin air!

Fuck… Evan rubbed his knees, grimacing as he knelt on the ground, cursing angrily.

Who the hell dug this hole? The soil they turned over is still fresh.

A dark shadow loomed over him like a cloud, and a strong, pungent stench of rotting flesh wafted over, forcing him to quickly stop cursing and cover his mouth and nose.

A pair of tattered, cracked leather boots appeared before Evan, with sharp, brown toenails protruding from the holes. His pupils contracted rapidly, and his neck slowly rose as if frozen in stone. His gaze swept over the mud-covered overalls, the rusty machete on the belt, and the white shirt stained gray-black by various grime and grime, finally settling on a nightmarish, grotesque face.

Beneath a few clumps of grayish-white, matted hair was a grotesque face with contorted muscles, resembling a lump of mud.

His cheekbones looked as if they had been subjected to a heavyweight boxing match, squeezing them together desperately. His nose, covered in bumps, was arched high, looking seven parts human and three parts rat. His cloudy eyes, one large and one small, darted around, shooting out a greedy and cruel glint. His nearly one-third missing cleft lip was still uttering mocking, imitative sounds.

"Cluck, chirp!"

Chapter 298 Mountain Road, Accident 3

Extreme terror felt like a million steel needles piercing his mind. Evan trembled and opened his mouth wide, a wisp of air swirling around the base of his tongue, but he could not break through the fear and transform it into sound waves.

The next moment, he no longer needed to worry about it.

The deformed, rough hand resembled an eagle's claw more than a human's, grabbing the poor fellow by the throat and lifting him high, as if he were just a flimsy plastic mannequin in a shop window.

Sharp, curved nails clamped tightly onto the neck, leaving bloody welts on the unfortunate college student's skin, the dark red, like pig's liver, quickly creeping up his face. He flailed his arms and legs in vain, but against the overwhelming force of the two, he could only scratch the other's itch.

The clucking of the deformed monster turned into a low, shrill laugh, and its pungent, putrid stench hit Evan's face, making his stomach churn. If he weren't currently struggling to breathe with his esophagus blocked, he would have launched into a long, eloquent speech on the spot.

Enjoying the despair in its prey's eyes, the monster drew its black iron machete from its belt, tilting its head as if it were standing in front of a supermarket's raw meat counter, carefully selecting its prey before finally slashing down on Evan's ear!

"Clang!" A short and crisp metallic clang rang out. The strange man stared blankly at the broken half of the old machete, his large and small eyes almost crossed, his anxious intelligence racing.

Before he could figure out what was happening, a powerful force came from his chest and abdomen, kicking his body into a U-shape and sending him flying backward. Amidst the continuous cracking of bones, foul-smelling black blood spilled from his mouth, splashing everywhere and leaving a trail of droplets.

With a thud, the deformed monster's body slammed into a large tree, then crashed back to the ground, twitched a few times, and then fell silent.

Evan leaned against a tree trunk, staring blankly at his right foot. One of his sneakers had been flung off with the violent impact, and thick, dry pine needles pierced through his sock, stinging the sole of his foot.

Did I... do this? Could it be... that I awakened superpowers in this critical moment?

That's how it's written in comics!

The young man's mind, which had been thoroughly reading related literary works, spread like lightning, instantly traversing a long period of time and space. From the code names of superheroes to the styles of tight-fitting uniforms, and whether he should marry a movie star or the only daughter of a billionaire, all sorts of random thoughts started a party in his mind.

You can't just start something and then abandon it. You're a man destined to become an idol of the Federation; you should at least leave a place for Frans by your side. Hmm, maybe her chief... or second-in-command secretary...

Having arranged a future for his "ex" girlfriend, Evan stood smugly with his hands on his hips and kicked a tree trunk beside him.

Let's test the waters first... and then... talk...

——Ouch!

The mournful cry echoed through the mountains and forests, startling several red-winged black orioles and shattering someone's delusion.

Zhu Mingyao, who landed gracefully, hadn't expected that the young man would add so much drama to his life in the blink of an eye. Otherwise, he would have praised him, saying that he had the potential to become a Hollywood screenwriter.

He strolled over, flicked a beam of light that entered the other's body, and the swollen, bleeding toe immediately improved.

"Are you OK."

Ignoring the tears and snot still smeared on his face, Evan twisted his ankle in disbelief, his eyes wide open.

"You are...I..." The sudden and dramatic changes in a short period of time had thrown his thoughts into disarray. After a moment, he stammered as he tried to speak.

"What's wrong, Evan? What happened... Oh my god!" Frans rushed out from behind the bushes, then jumped up in fright at the ugly corpse covered in blood. Like a startled fawn, she screamed and threw herself into her boyfriend's arms, trembling.

Holding the familiar, soft body, Evan felt ashamed for a second for his earlier scumbag thoughts. He wiped the dirt off his face and quickly and awkwardly changed the subject.

"There was... there was a madman who wanted to kill me, with such a long knife..." He barely managed to calm himself as he stammered out the details of what had happened.

They stood up, leaning against each other. Evan glanced at the broken machete lying on the ground. His distracting thoughts faded, and a feeling of lingering fear welled up inside him. His legs trembled uncontrollably as if they were cramping.

"Thank you so much, sir. May I ask who you are?" The two bowed deeply in gratitude, nervously inquiring about their savior's identity.

"A random passerby who's just doing it out of interest." Zhu Mingyao straightened his face for a moment, then laughed heartily.

"Don't be nervous, just kidding. Strictly speaking, I'm a special employee hired by the government."

The name of FBI is still very influential in the federal government, and basically no one dares to impersonate him. He took out his long-unused consultant badge and waved it slightly. The silver letters FBI on it easily gained the trust of the young couple.

"I knew it! The government was definitely hiding something, like the Men in Black super agents or something!" Evan, having narrowly escaped death, was in a state of high excitement, and he kept talking to his girlfriend about it.

Frans mustered her courage and sized up the strange man, then covered her mouth in disgust. "Did you come here specifically to deal with this monster? He... he might be an alien who escaped from some secret laboratory?"

"Heh, aliens probably don't have the hobby of wearing overalls and crowing like a rooster." Without correcting their misunderstanding of his identity, Zhu Mingyao turned his back, blocking their view. A dim, eerie green light flew out from his sleeve and landed on the corpse's pale, towering forehead.

After his promotion, the New Orleans branch of the Special Investigations Bureau offered him an extra mission reward.

Not being a greenhorn who had just entered society, Zhu Mingyao naturally understood the reason behind the other party's kindness. As the saying goes, when you're poor, no one cares even in the bustling city; when you're rich, even distant relatives come to visit.

Once you reach a higher position, you'll find yourself surrounded by "good people."

This "Fengdu Summoning and Torture Treasure Letter" is the reward he selected from the official collection. It was made by an ancient evil sect master who killed a powerful green-haired zombie, collected its blood and skin, and refined it. It can intimidate and frighten ordinary dead souls and force them to confess.

"I just happened to be passing through this place. It's near West Virginia, so maybe I'm some rural psychopath who slipped over from there. After all, they produce a lot of this stuff." He said, half-truthfully, as he analyzed the information transmitted back from the remnant soul by the magical artifact.

Having made a small contribution to the US's regional discrimination with absolutely no manners, Zhu Mingyao broke off two sturdy laurel branches, stripped off the leaves, and used them as clips to rummage through the enemy's pockets.

"I saw two cars on the road, so you have other companions, right?"

These words were like a wake-up call. Evan and Frans exchanged a glance, and a terrible thought arose at the same time, turning their faces deathly pale.

"Jesse, Carly... Oh my god! Could this thing have accomplices?"

Zhu Mingyao picked out a palm-sized, dark object, his expression becoming slightly serious.

"I have some bad news, and I'm afraid you're right..." He pointed to the electronic machinery covered in grease and blood.