American variety show world begins with subduing Jason

Upon hearing his words, the group of teenagers, who were already trembling with fear, tensed up even more. They looked around and gripped the wooden sticks and steel pipes they had picked up, as if trying to draw courage from these 'weapons'.

The group cautiously huddled together, keeping as far away from the walls as possible, wary of the killer suddenly rushing out from the rooms on either side of the corridor.

It was as if the vigilance of the group had worked, preventing the other party from finding an opportunity to launch a sneak attack. Even as they were almost at the end of the corridor, the tall murderer still hadn't shown himself.

Seeing the stairs right in front of them, everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief. However, none of them noticed that through a hole in the ceiling above their heads, a chain with a large, sharp iron hook at one end was slowly and silently descending, taking advantage of the blind spot.

To everyone's surprise, the danger didn't come from the surroundings, but from above!

Once the iron hook has descended to a certain height, it stops moving. Its position is precisely in the shadows, like a venomous snake lurking in the dark, patiently waiting for its prey to walk into the trap.

Three steps...

Two steps...

step……

When the cold glint of the iron hook entered his pupils, William knew he was doomed.

At that distance, his throat was almost touching the hook tip. The sensation of a sharp object touching his skin triggered a primal reaction, instantly raising goosebumps on his neck.

In his final moments, he desperately turned his head and cried out in despair:

"Children, run!"

The next moment, the chain was pulled.

Blood suddenly appeared!

Sigh, I've almost written 30,000 words and still haven't received a contract signing notification. I guess the chances are slim.

Chapter 11 Together

Blood suddenly appeared!

Sparks fly!

William bit his lip and rolled onto the floor, staring in shock at his right shoulder.

There was a gruesome, deep wound that revealed the bone, with large patches of flesh torn open, spreading from the right chest to the shoulder, and bright red blood gushing out. Waves of intense pain assaulted his brain, but no matter how serious the injury, he had at least escaped with his life!

His gaze shifted upwards, half fearful and half relieved, as he looked at a spot on the wall panel where a foot-long iron bar, seemingly pried off from the stair railing, was shakily stuck.

It was this very iron bar that flew over at the last second, striking the iron hook and sending sparks flying, causing it to tilt by a third.

Otherwise, he would probably be hanging in mid-air like a fish caught by a fisherman, with that huge, sharp hook piercing his skull from his chin.

"Phew... Phew, at least I made it!"

The person who threw the iron bar was naturally Zhu Mingyao. In just over ten seconds, he swept across the hall and rushed straight to the 8th floor. Even with his physique, he couldn't help but be a little out of breath for a moment.

Seeing the group stunned by this sudden turn of events, he didn't have time to waste words. He glanced upwards, extended his right leg, and with a flick of his toe, lifted the object—

He kicked up a withered green plant that had fallen against the wall, and like a cannonball, it shot towards the hole in the ceiling where the iron hook was hanging!

"boom!"

"Crack!"

The ceiling, which had become moldy and rotten from long periods of neglect, was suddenly shattered, with a hole the size of a foot being punched in it by a flowerpot.

Amidst the screams and growls of the murderer upstairs, shards of broken porcelain, along with dirt and withered leaves, cascaded down from the hole.

Having succeeded in his first strike, he didn't even check the results. Instead, he grabbed the pistol William had dropped and fired a series of shots into the air above William's head!

He didn't stop until all six bullets in his police revolver were gone.

Zhu Mingyao stood solemnly, and only heard a rustling sound from upstairs gradually fading away, which told him that the previous round of shooting had failed to kill the enemy.

He wasn't too surprised by this. Although he had been in this world for several years, he was busy with various arts and miscellaneous studies, as well as looking for opportunities to accumulate points. He was so busy that he didn't have much time to practice firearms.

Although I've taken some time to learn about it in private, I only really know how to use it; I can't say I'm very good at aiming.

Fortunately, they were able to force the other side to retreat temporarily, which can be considered as having achieved the purpose of this trip.

What is the purpose of this trip?

It's about saving lives!

He wouldn't be like the characters in Hollywood movies, blinded by personal heroism, insisting on chasing after the killer and fighting him to the death in a dazzling showdown.

This is the real world, why would I go and fight you?

Who knows if you have any guns or explosives in your hideout?

First, rescue the people out of here, then guard this hotel. Can this murderer fly away?

At that point, whether we call the police to call for backup or simply harden our resolve and set fire to his camp, we can advance or retreat at will.

This fellow's strength and physique are indeed inhuman, but he is still just a mortal being. It's just that he's a bit troublesome in the confined space of an indoor environment.

If he dared to rush out onto this flat ground, Zhu Mingyao wouldn't even need to lift a finger; the old lady's shotgun alone could kill him in a matter of minutes.

Do you know what it means to be caught off guard by something that even gods can't dodge? As the culmination of modern military technology, this thing's direct destructive power is stronger than all the spells Zhu Mingyao can currently cast!

Catching his breath, the boy bent down and helped Mr. William up, whispering a few words in his ear, explaining the situation as briefly as possible.

Upon hearing that his elderly mother had disregarded her frail health and driven hundreds of miles to rescue him, William's eyes instantly reddened, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Since becoming disabled, his temper has become increasingly volatile over the years, and he has argued with his mother frequently. Now, thinking back on it, he feels utterly ashamed.

If it weren't for the inappropriate setting, he would have burst into tears right now!

At a time like this, no one had the time to care about William's feelings. Zhu Mingyao reached out and pressed his hand on the wound on William's shoulder, and quietly recited the Golden Wound Mantra from the Zhuyou School twice.

Once the curse power seeped in and the bleeding slowed slightly, Zhu Mingyao raised his hand and called over a few young men and women, instructing them to help William downstairs, while he himself walked at the back to keep watch...

"Little William! My child..."

Seeing the group stumble out of the hotel, Mrs. Williams, who had been waiting anxiously, ran out from her hiding place.

Upon seeing each other, the mother and son burst into tears and embraced each other. Seeing this, Zhu Mingyao had no choice but to step forward and say a few words of advice. William's injuries were indeed quite serious. With his cultivation level, his spells could only temporarily stop the bleeding. He needed to be rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment.

Since they couldn't find the keys to the reformatory's bus, everyone had no choice but to squeeze into the old lady's car.

"What? You're not coming with us?"

The old lady was sitting in the driver's seat, just about to start the car, when she heard Zhu Mingyao say that he wanted to stay.

She panicked immediately and reached out her arm from the car window to grab the boy's clothes.

"No, it's too dangerous..."

Zhu Mingyao pointed to the inside of the car, interrupting the old man's words with facts:

The old Ford sedan, designed to seat four, was now crammed with eight people, including the driver. In an effort to make room for the injured William, the six juvenile delinquents from the reformatory were so crowded that their faces were red, like sardines in a can, and there was no room for another person.

"You drive, let me stay."

The kind old lady still wanted to continue persuading him.

"Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on things here. It won't be risky. The best thing you can do for me is to call the police."

Also, we must get him to the nearest hospital as soon as possible—Mr. William's injury can't be delayed any longer!

Finally, her last words convinced the doting old woman. Ignoring the boy's objections, she left both guns behind, then drove away, her face flushed, as if she had done something wrong.

Watching the car drive onto the country road, its taillights gradually disappearing into the darkness, turning into two small dots, Zhu Mingyao turned around and stared expressionlessly at the pitch-black hotel in front of him.

As if oblivious to the commotion that had just occurred, the building remained completely silent.

However, Zhu Mingyao knew that this was just an illusion. With his mental strength, which was several times higher than that of ordinary people, he could vaguely sense that strong hostility and killing intent were constantly coming from somewhere in the hotel.

"Want to kill me?"

"Hehe, what a coincidence, that's exactly what I was thinking too!"

A cold smile crept across Zhu Mingyao's lips. Without stopping, he loaded both the long and short guns with a clatter, holstered the revolver in the holster he had taken from William, and slowly walked into the hotel with the old lady's Remington shotgun held horizontally in both hands.

All unarmed personnel have withdrawn from the site.

Now, it's round two!

Another day without a signed contract with the station manager ╯﹏╰

Chapter 12: Rescuing People, Taunting, and Luring Monsters

According to Zhu Mingyao's original plan, he originally intended to simply set the dilapidated building on fire and send that murderous madman to heaven.

As for running in and having a spectacular showdown, that was simply not on his radar. Reality isn't a movie; of course, he'd do whatever was safest and easiest.

Have you not heard the saying, "Even a son of a wealthy family would not sit under a dangerous roof"? My life is far more precious than yours, a murderer.

He had even figured out how to handle the aftermath. Now that a murder had occurred, there were plenty of eyewitnesses at the scene. He figured everyone could just blame the fire on the murderer, and who would stand up for him?

But among the group of juvenile delinquents they had just rescued, a brown-haired girl named Chris kept shouting that her best friend Gila was still alive when she was taken away, and that the killer's attitude was strange, as if he didn't intend to hurt her. The implication was that Gila was probably just being held captive.

Since the other side might have hostages, the plan to set the mountain on fire is obviously out of the question. The only option now is for me to take matters into my own hands.

"However, considering the reward points, it's still worth taking the risk."

The boy secretly sensed the information that the system had just transmitted.

They saved seven innocent people, including William, from the murderer. The system gave a total of 48 points to the six juvenile delinquents in the reformatory, while William alone received a full 20 karma points, more than double the number of the others!

This is probably because the system determined that his causal relationship changed the most drastically. After all, under the circumstances at the time, if Zhu Mingyao hadn't taken action, others might have had a chance to escape, but he would definitely have died.

The points earned from saving someone once are equivalent to half a year of hard work exorcising spirits in a haunted house.

Zhu Mingyao chuckled and looked up.

Not to mention that this is just the appetizer; the real "feast" is yet to come—the serial killer!

……

Stepping back into the hotel, Zhu Mingyao felt differently. When he first came in, he had run so fast to save people that he didn't even have time to look at his surroundings.

In the spacious hall, only the central area could be considered clean; the corners were covered with thick layers of grime and dirt, showing that the cleaner had been careless. The once exquisite crystal chandelier above had been reduced to a bare lamp stand, with large, dusty cobwebs hanging down and swaying slightly with the air currents.

By the dim light, Zhu Mingyao looked down and examined the marks on the floor for a while. After a moment, his eyes flickered, as if he had gained some insight.

Instead of rushing headlong down the stairs, Zhu Mingyao turned and hid behind a pillar, his lips barely moving as he began to cast a spell.

I'm a noble mage. As long as I'm prepared, what's so difficult about dealing with a melee barbarian like you?