People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

In the woods, a tall, deformed man crouched in the bushes, his bow and arrow aimed at a car slowly driving on the road.

As the eldest son of the family, it must shoulder the heavy responsibility of feeding the family.

Hunting was not only for filling one's stomach, but also for pleasing the mother goddess of the forest.

"call out!"

The bowstring trembled, and the arrow shot through the air.

Seeing the car forced to stop, the deformed man let out a low, chuckling laugh.

It excitedly licked its chapped lips and nocked an arrow again.

This time, it targeted the man in the dark red trench coat who stepped out of the car.

In its mind, it seemed to have already envisioned the breathtaking scene of its head being pierced by an arrow.

It wants to watch this human fall in agony, then drag him back to the camp and slowly process him.

"call out!"

The arrow was shot out, slicing through the air.

The next second, the cruel smile on the deformed man's face froze, and the imagined scene of the prey's brain being pierced did not appear.

The human in front of it, with its back to it, didn't even turn its head; it simply raised its hand and casually grabbed something behind its back.

He held the arrow firmly in his hand, a weapon powerful enough to pierce through wooden planks.

The deformed man's pupils contracted sharply, and his already underdeveloped brain seemed to shut down for a moment.

How is this possible?!

How could anyone catch a hidden arrow it shot with their bare hands?

Before it could figure it out, a purplish-red flame rose from the man's body, the violent flames causing the air around him to distort slightly.

How did he get so worked up?

Cold sweat trickled down his forehead and into the corners of his eyes. The deformed man blinked in fear.

When I opened my eyes again,

The figure had already disappeared beside the car.

What about people? !

It looked around in a panic, its palms sweating as it gripped the bow.

Are you looking for me?

A voice came from above its head.

The deformed man suddenly raised his head.

High up, a man is standing on a tree branch, looking down at it.

The shadow cast by the backlight made it impossible to see the man's face; only two scarlet dots were visible.

As their eyes met, the deformed man felt as if something was squeezing his heart.

Suren stood on a tree branch, looking down at the ugly creature at her feet, whose features seemed to each have their own distinct thoughts.

This sight reminded him of a movie he had once seen: Wrong Turn.

A group of deformed monsters, born from inbreeding and detached from human civilization, have been setting traps in this primeval forest for years to hunt tourists.

The deformed man below let out a strange cry, turned and fled into the forest, occasionally turning back to shoot arrows at Suren.

This is its favorite trick—

Using the terrain to their advantage and their superhuman physical abilities, they play cat-and-mouse games with their prey in the forest.

Slowly exhaust the prey's strength, and enjoy the pleasure of humiliating the prey with your family.

Even if you can't beat them, you can lure them into a trap, severely damage them, and then slowly enjoy the spoils.

"You like playing hide-and-seek, right?"

Suren gave a cold laugh.

He moved swiftly and caught a flying arrow in his hand.

"Then I'll show you what a real hunter is like."

With a burst of magic, Suren charged straight at the fleeing deformed man in an incredibly ferocious manner.

"boom!"

He grabbed the deformed man by the throat with one hand and slammed his body against the thick tree trunk, the enormous impact snapping the entire tree in two.

Countless flocks of birds were startled and took flight.

Suren then pressed the deformed man to the ground.

With a flick of his right wrist, he gripped the arrow he had just caught and forcefully plunged it into the deformed man's head.

"Pfft!"

An arrow pierced the skull, and red and white liquid spurted out.

The deformed man struggled weakly with his hands and feet for a few moments, then fell silent.

It didn't even have time to let out a single scream before it died.

He slowly stood up, his gaze fixed on another deformed man who had been drawn to the scene of trees collapsing not far away.

Upon seeing his companion's gruesome death, the other party let out a sharp, eerie scream and scrambled away into the depths of the forest.

"No rush, let you run a few steps first."

Suren stretched his body, and his bones made a series of crisp cracking sounds.

I drove for several days straight, and there wasn't a single motel along the way.

His body was practically rusting, so these monsters were a good way to loosen up his muscles.

He casually stomped on the deformed man in front of him, then leisurely followed the fleeing shadow.

……

In a dense forest, at an abandoned logging camp.

Of the original seven or eight participants in the wilderness reality show, only one remains alive.

Nina, a vegetarian, sat quietly in her chair, not daring to move.

Her hands were bound by chains with iron spikes, and struggling only drove the spikes deeper into her body.

She looked in despair at the deformed man in front of her who had only three fingers and was sharpening a large knife in his hand.

Several deformed people were sitting at the table, enjoying their food, while their companion's corpse was hanging upside down, like pork in a meat processing plant.

"This isn't a survival show at all..."

Nina's body trembled uncontrollably, her mind and body filled with fear and despair.

The man with the three fingers grinned at her appearance, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

He walked up to Nina, raised his knife, and prepared to slit her throat.

Just then.

"boom!"

A loud bang.

A mutilated corpse crashed through the wooden wall and landed in the center of the dining table, splattering soup and entrails onto the deformed people on either side of the table.

The noisy eating sounds came to an abrupt halt.

A small, deformed man instinctively let out a low growl, trying to vent his anger.

But when its gaze fell upon the corpse, a look of sadness appeared on its ugly face.

It recognized the corpse.

This is its mother, and also its wife.

Looks like I've made it to lunchtime.

Suren slowly walked in, looking at the dismembered limbs and entrails scattered on the floor. "Don't you know that waste is shameful?"

He slowly scanned the group of monsters whose appearances were so varied and whimsical.

"roar!"

The three-fingered man roared, and the corpse was also his wife.

It drew the axe from its waist and roared as it charged toward Suren.

Suren's expression remained unchanged; his palm tightened, and a hunting rifle appeared in his hand.

"Bang!"

The three-finger thrust paused, and several fist-sized holes appeared in his chest.

It lowered its head in disbelief, looking at its own body and then at the weapon in Suren's hand.

In its past hunting career, it had been injured by this weapon before, but it had never seen one with such power.

Finally, its pupils lost their luster, and its body collapsed.

The other deformed people cried out in grief when they saw their strongest father in the family killed.

Instead of fleeing, they grabbed various makeshift tools and, with bloodshot eyes, wanted to fight Suren to the death.

At this time.

A large cloud of black mist suddenly surged from the three-fingered corpse lying on the ground.

"Oh?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Suren's eyes.

He sensed a powerful demonic force emanating from the lifeless flesh and blood of the other party.

In the original story, the deformed person's physical deformity was caused by long-term consumption of water polluted by a chemical plant.

But now it seems that's not entirely the case.

After all, no matter how the physical body changes, it cannot be resurrected from the dead, much less generate demonic power.

"A family clan?"

Suren wondered to herself.

A clan is generally attached to a higher being, and gains power by constantly offering sacrifices and providing sustenance to the other.

The deformed body with three fingers quickly healed under the black mist and stood up straight.

Its size increased dramatically, growing from 1.8 meters to over 2 meters, tearing through its dirty clothes.

Two antlers made of flesh and blood pierced its scalp and grew out, and its whole body was covered with black fur.

In just a few seconds, it completely transformed into a half-human, half-demon species.