American variety show world begins with subduing Jason

This zombie is indeed strange. In terms of strength and speed alone, it is almost comparable to superhumans who specialize in hand-to-hand combat. It has none of the sluggishness of an ordinary ghoul.

In this narrow underground passage, a close-range surprise attack was enough to pose a considerable threat to a practitioner like myself. No wonder the younger ones in front couldn't stop them.

His mind raced, and with a low shout, he slammed his cane heavily on the ground. Instantly, dozens of pure white rays of light lit up the ground and walls, crisscrossing and faintly forming a net-like shape.

As soon as the spell was completed, the enemy's figure froze, as if his hands and feet were bound by invisible ropes, and his movements were no longer as swift as before.

Taking advantage of the brief respite, the old man slightly bent his left hand and thrust it out, sending out streaks of bright blue electric arcs that condensed in mid-air into the shape of a large hand. This hand then struck the opponent's chest, causing it to smoke and stagger backward. Its tattered denim overalls were torn into pieces, revealing the stiff, bluish-gray muscles beneath.

"Jason Voorhees—"

A sharp shout rang out from the side, its tone eerie and piercing. It was the black-robed priest who, seeing the situation was not good, used a secret technique to call out Jason's real name to lend him a helping hand.

Jason, who was retreating, suddenly raised his head and stood still. A scarlet, demonic light shone from the two deep eye holes on his mask, and a thick, fiery black aura suddenly rose from his body.

The black energy danced wildly like a demon, instantly engulfing the few remaining arcs of electricity. Then, its figure blurred for a moment before it suddenly appeared in front of the old man, raising its steel blade and slashing down again!

Meanwhile, in the blind spot behind Zhu Mingyao and the old man, several illusory, bony claws silently emerged from the ground and reached out to grab at them.

The black-robed priest curled into a cruel smile, as if he could already see the familiar scene of broken limbs and blood flying everywhere.

Since receiving the "Lord's" blessing and obtaining this powerful undead puppet, he has been virtually invincible under his pincer attack tactics. If it weren't for the large number of lackeys sent by the authorities this time, he would be confident that he could kill them all by himself!

However, his smile froze the next second.

A dazzling golden light suddenly burst forth, like the rising sun, casting down its radiant glow and instantly illuminating the passageway as if it were daytime.

The light swept across, not only obliterating the several bone claws that had attacked, but also striking Jason, who was about to slash with his sword with great momentum. Jason was struck as if by lightning, and the black aura surrounding him was swept away, leaving him trembling and frozen on the spot, unable to move.

The golden light faded in mid-air, transforming into a gilded bronze talisman that landed squarely on Jason's head, radiating intense yang energy that firmly suppressed the immortal demon corpse.

"You dare to show off your meager skills in raising corpses and playing with ghosts in front of me!" The old man glanced at Jason and sneered.

"This evil corpse is indeed ferocious enough and quite rare. It is a good material for refining the Yaksha Ghost General. I, your grandfather, will accept it without hesitation!"

Seeing his greatest asset fall in an instant, the black-robed priest was terrified and let out a strange cry before turning and fleeing.

Before he could take two steps, a long, crimson rope descended from the sky, wrapping itself around him and binding him tightly.

"Originally, we were just chasing a small fry who slipped through the net, but who would have thought that we would not only catch the big fish in the ring, but also get a powerful evil corpse for free. This time, we'll have to squeeze some good stuff out of the federal government..."

The old man was clearly in a good mood, and with a smile, he pulled out another long cinnabar rope from his sleeve, preparing to pack up and take the zombie Jason in front of him away.

"Why is this old man so interested in this monster? He looks at me like a shut-in who's seen his wife's figurine. Am I just escaping one danger only to fall into another?"

Hearing the old man's mutterings, Zhu Mingyao, who had been shrinking to the side and trying to make himself as inconspicuous as possible, twitched at the corner of his mouth and felt cold sweat breaking out on his brow.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!

The black-robed priest, who had been bound like a dumpling and lying on the ground, suddenly raised his head, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace, and let out a venomous roar:

"Let's die together!"

The next moment, Jason's body swelled up rapidly like an inflating balloon, with a destructive aura brewing within it, about to burst forth!

The old man was startled and tried to use magic to escape, but just as he was about to move, the image of the boy behind him flashed through his mind.

His mind raced, and he abruptly changed his stance from retreat to advance, gathering his true strength to slam his palm down on the bronze talisman pressing down on Jason's head.

A powerful, pure aura emanated from the old man's palm, attempting to forcefully suppress the destructive force.

The black-robed priest over there was clearly going mad. He bit his tongue, and with his mouth full of blood and saliva, he mumbled an evil incantation, desperately squeezing out the last bit of magic power to send through the air, trying to control Jason to self-destruct and take the enemy down with him.

The old man here naturally didn't dare to be careless. He pressed his palm tightly against the copper talisman, carefully dispelling the waves of evil energy that were coming his way.

Although his level of skill was far superior to his opponent's, one was reckless and the other had reservations, resulting in a stalemate.

"Damn it, why didn't I send out some ghost soldiers to help me? Now I don't even have any help!"

Where has all that youthful cleverness gone? I'm getting more and more senile with age!

The old man was lamenting to himself when suddenly a flash of silver light streaked across his vision—

"middle!"

The silver light fell like a shooting star.

The black-robed priest stared blankly at the serpentine dagger trembling in his buttocks, then looked up at the person opposite him, his face flashing with a mixture of surprise, resentment, and annoyance.

He opened his mouth tremblingly, but before he could say anything, black smoke shot out from his seven orifices with a hissing sound. Then his body convulsed wildly, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a dried-up corpse.

In the distance, Zhu Mingyao, with his left foot slightly back and his right hand raised, posed as if he were throwing a javelin. He blinked, looked at the expressionless gaze of the old man beside him, and gave an awkward smile with his head down.

You can't exactly say you want to try and get an assist, can you?

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Without the summoner's control, the old man easily suppressed the evil curse that was about to erupt within Jason in just a few breaths.

He moved with lightning speed, slapping over a dozen talismans to ward off evil spirits and suppress corpses onto Jason's body. Then, lifting his cane, he squinted and scrutinized Zhu Mingyao from head to toe for a long time before muttering something under his breath:

"I didn't expect you to be so brave despite your small stature. I'm indebted to you this time."

Zhu Mingyao nodded and bowed with a smile.

"Oh, not at all. I just tossed it in casually. Who would have thought it would accidentally help you?"

"By the way, who is that guy?" He gestured towards the corpse of the black-robed priest.

"What else can happen? The evil magic backfired and his soul was scattered!"

While casually chatting with the old man, Zhu Mingyao focused his thoughts on the matter.

A clear light flickered on the bamboo scroll in my consciousness, and two more lines of text slowly appeared:

Assist in the killing of a demonic high priest and you will be rewarded with 42 Karma Points.

Assist in subduing the mutated zombie Jason and you will be rewarded with 80 Karma Points.

"As expected, even getting an assist can be rewarding..." Zhu Mingyao nodded to himself.

"That makes sense. The so-called change in the causal line can be interpreted in many ways, and it can't just refer to killing."

As he was pondering the rules of the system's operation, he heard a commotion coming from afar.

"Grandpa Zhang, are you alright?"

Several young people who looked to be of Chinese descent ran over from the other end of the tunnel, glanced at the black-robed priest's tragic death, surrounded the old man, and asked with slight nervousness.

"What could possibly happen to me? Do you think I'm old? Just a little heretic, it's a piece of cake for me!" The old man raised his face and stroked the few strands of white beard under his chin.

"Yes, yes, yes, you're still got it." The young man in the lead replied with a big smile, his handsome, fair face all scrunched up like a flower.

The old man waved his hand as if it were nothing out of the ordinary.

"Look, this little guy is a kidnapped sacrificial offering. He was brave enough to buy me a little time just now. Take him home and give him some money to thank them properly..."

"I have no home!"

Zhu Mingyao blurted out, his eyes dimmed, and he lowered his head and said softly, "My family members all passed away two years ago, and they are now temporarily living in a welfare institution in Los Angeles."

A moment of silence fell over the air as the group looked over, their eyes filled with pity.

The old man surnamed Zhang clicked his tongue, wanting to say a few words of comfort, but before he could organize his thoughts, the boy suddenly darted over and bowed deeply to him, his forehead almost touching the ground.

"Could you... could you take me in?"

I have no family. You just saved me. You are my second parents!

Uncle Tai… cough cough, I mean, Uncle, I'm willing to be your slave, to take care of you until your dying day.

Zhu Mingyao's eyes shone brightly as he spoke rapidly, like a machine gun.

The old man's words and manners, coupled with his supernatural abilities clearly characteristic of esoteric Buddhism, made him a perfect embodiment of a righteous and accomplished master.

In this unfamiliar world, in a foreign land, with such a powerful backer right in front of me, if I don't hold on tight, I would be ashamed of my identity as a transmigrator!

The old man, being of advanced age and slow-witted, was clearly taken aback by the barrage of words and unsure how to respond. The handsome young man beside him, however, blinked and asked with a smile:

"Young man, did you just witness something strange, which made you want to become an apprentice and learn martial arts?"

Zhu Mingyao hesitated for a moment, then nodded firmly with a calm expression. It was better to be sincere than to use sweet words.

At this moment, the old man finally realized what was happening, narrowed his eyes, and said with displeasure:

"Ha, you actually have such a good plan, kid. Don't even dream about it. I don't take disciples."

Zhu Mingyao bowed deeply again and said sincerely:

"Grandpa, it's true that I want to learn the craft! It's also true that I want to repay your kindness!"

I've read those legendary novels and know that the law shouldn't be easily passed on, so I don't dare to force you. Please take me in and serve me for a few years; that would be my way of repaying your life-saving grace.

If I am fortunate enough, I would be happy to receive even just a few pointers from you. I dare not ask for any supernatural powers or magic, but even just teaching me some everyday skills like cleaning, tidying, or repairs would be helpful. That way, when I grow up, I will have a skill to rely on and be able to find a job. What do you think?

Seeing Zhu Mingyao's eloquent speech, the handsome young man beside him couldn't help but become more interested. His eyes lit up slightly, as if two small, bone-white flames flashed across them. He turned to the old man and whispered:

“This young man is clear-headed and calm, with a naturally strong soul. No wonder these cultists who worship demons chose him as a sacrifice.”

His tone carried a hint of inquiry.

However, the old man remained unmoved and coldly said:

“At his age, his bones and muscles are already set, and his blood and energy are only average. Even if his spiritual energy is slightly more abundant than that of ordinary people, what does it matter? Even if he can barely enter the Dao, he will only be able to stay on the threshold for his entire life. I will not want someone with such aptitude.”

As he spoke, he glanced sideways at the handsome young man.

"I know you've been really short-staffed these past few years. Why don't you take him away? Be his mentor, teach him for a few years to fill your vacancy, so you can get rid of these mundane affairs and focus on finding those young girls?"

The young man, after being rebuked by the old man, gave an embarrassed laugh and dared not say another word.

Seeing the old man brush off a speck of dust that had settled on him during the battle, then use a cinnabar rope to tightly bind the corpse demon Jason, who was frozen to the side, and pull on the end of the rope as if walking a dog, Zhu Mingyao began to feel anxious.

This is a rare opportunity. If I miss this chance, as a poor orphan with no one to rely on, who knows when I will be able to come into contact with extraordinary powers.

Whether it's the cult priests who appeared earlier or Jason, the corpse demon from Crystal Lake who suddenly appeared later, they all prove that the world is unfathomably deep. In this situation, having someone to guide you can save you from taking so many detours!

I am not so arrogant as to think that having a system is enough to solve everything.

But they think we're not qualified enough...

Hmm, system? Qualifications?

His eyes lit up—that's it!