35: Chapter 35 Rejecting Middlemen and Their Profits

Qin Ming slipped into the water like a nimble fish.

The lake water was icy cold, biting to the bone.

Visibility was extremely low.

Floating weeds and rotten branches were everywhere.

Underwater, human senses were severely compressed.

But Qin Ming was different.

[Intermediate Danger Perception] was fully activated.

It could sense not only killing intent but also the aura of death.

He descended into the murky water.

Five meters.

Ten meters.

Water pressure began squeezing his eardrums.

Qin Ming adjusted his breathing rhythm. The glow of his halo turned an eerie shade of green underwater.

He was like a shark patrolling its territory.

Finally.

In a depression at the heart of the lake.

He found it.

There was a massive rock.

Thick iron chains were coiled around the rock.

At the other end of the chains was locked a burly figure.

He wore tattered work overalls and a jacket.

His face was covered by a mask, originally white but now overgrown with moss.

Jason Voorhees.

He just floated quietly at the bottom of the lake.

His arms hung limp.

His body swayed slightly with the current.

Like a discarded giant doll.

Qin Ming hovered before this slasher.

Through the blurred lenses.

He studied this model worker of the horror film industry.

"Found you."

Qin Ming said in his heart.

Without any further ado.

He adjusted his posture in the water, planting his feet against the rock.

Pushing off.

Charging forward.

The halo in his hand instantly materialized, transforming into a golden circular saw.

Though water resistance slowed his movements.

Qin Ming's strike was still astonishingly fast.

Golden light sliced through the dark water.

Heading straight for Jason's thick neck.

Kick a man when he's down.

Finish him off.

This was Qin Ming's consistent principle.

Fair duels?

Those were concerns for the dead.

He only cared about points.

Since you refuse to come out to work.

Then I'll just have to deliver you to God myself.

There was no sound underwater.

Only a dull vibration.

The golden halo sliced through that neck covered in algae as effortlessly as cutting tofu.

The head wearing the hockey mask slowly separated.

No blood gushed out.

Only some black, flocculent matter drifted from the severed stump.

Buoyancy caused the head to slowly float upward.

The headless body remained chained to the rock, not even twitching.

Qin Ming steadied himself in the water.

He waited.

Waited for that pleasant system notification tone.

One second.

Two seconds.

Ten seconds passed.

Qin Ming's expression darkened.

The system interface in his mind was deathly silent.

His point balance remained completely unchanged.

"..."

Qin Ming swam over.

Grabbed the head that was about to drift away.

He looked into the empty eye sockets of the mask.

Was it because Jason was already dead, so killing him again didn't count?

Did he have to wait until he was alive and kicking, wielding a machete and hacking people, to count as a legitimate "monster unit"?

It was like buying fish at the supermarket.

Dead ones are half-price, live ones are full price.

The system didn't want to be a sucker.

"What a hassle."

Qin Ming pressed the head back onto Jason's neck.

Though the cut was clean.

It wouldn't reattach.

He looked at this burly corpse.

In an ordinary horror movie, this would just be a corpse.

But this was *Friday the 13th*.

Jason was unkillable.

He was just dormant.

Or lacking some kind of "stimulus."

Since the dead one gave no points.

Then he'd make him come alive.

Qin Ming didn't want to wait for some damn thunderstorm or a meddling psychic girl to chant an incantation.

Since this guy was refusing to get out of bed.

He'd use a physical wake-up call.

Qin Ming swam to the side of the rock.

The halo in his hand spun again, severing the wrist-thick iron chain.

The corpse, freed from its restraints, began to float upward.

Qin Ming grabbed Jason by the collar.

This big guy weighed at least three hundred pounds.

Only Qin Ming's enhanced physique could manage it; an ordinary person couldn't have dragged him.

Like a diligent ant, he dragged his prey, several times his size, toward the surface.

Splash!

The water surface broke.

He dragged Jason's corpse onto the sandy shore.

Under the moonlight.

Jason looked even more disgusting.

His skin was swollen and pale, his clothes caked with mud and weeds.

Emitting a nauseating, fishy stench.

Qin Ming took off his diving mask.

Disdainfully, he straightened the head that kept falling off.

"You better be worth the trouble."

Qin Ming said coldly.

He grabbed one of Jason's legs.

Turned and headed deeper into the woods.

There was the abandoned cabin they had discovered during the day, housing the severed head of Jason's mother.

If there was any place that could awaken this mama's boy.

It was definitely in front of his mother.

Rustle, rustle, rustle.

The heavy corpse dragged over the gravelly ground, making a grating, teeth-gnashing friction sound.

Leaving a wet trail.

The scene was utterly bizarre.

A ten-year-old boy in a diving suit.

On a dark and windy night.

Dragging a two-meter-tall, rotting giant through the eerie woods.

If any other campers saw this now.

They'd probably piss their pants on the spot.

Qin Ming walked quickly.

He wasn't afraid of being seen.

Anyone who saw him wouldn't get a chance to post about it.

Ten minutes later.

The dilapidated cabin came into view.

The wooden door was half-open.

It was pitch black inside.

Qin Ming kicked the door open.

The air inside the small cabin was stifling, suffocating.

The smell of mold mixed with the ancient, muddy stench from Jason's body was enough to make an ordinary person vomit up last night's dinner.

Qin Ming, however, showed no reaction.

He disdainfully peeled off the tight black rubber diving suit.

The thing made his skin itch.

Tossing the suit into a corner, he straightened his shirt and shorts underneath.

He even pulled a small comb from his pocket and slicked back his wet hair into a neat, proper style.

Elegant.

Maintaining decorum at all times was a gentleman's essential lesson.

After doing all this, he turned his gaze back to the altar table.

The shriveled head remained ghastly, its hollow eye sockets fixed on the massive, headless corpse before it.

Qin Ming stepped forward.

He hung the silver heart-shaped locket around the mummified head's neck.

Then.

He cleared his throat.

[Perfect Ventriloquism] activated.

His Adam's apple didn't move a fraction; his lips remained sealed.

Yet a hoarse, aged, neurotically trembling female voice echoed out of thin air within the cabin.

The source of the voice was precisely controlled to emanate from the direction of the head on the altar.

"Jason..."

The voice was gentle to the point of being creepy.

"My special, special boy."

Qin Ming slowly paced around the corpse.

His eyes were cold, but the voice he controlled was filled with the affection of a mad mother.

"Do you know what your gift is?"

"No matter what they do to you, you won't die."

Outside the cabin.

The previously calm night sky suddenly erupted with violent winds.

Dark clouds seemed to be kneaded together by an invisible hand, pressing down to the treetops.

Trees swayed wildly, emitting mournful howls.

The waters of Crystal Lake began to boil, waves crashing against the shore rocks.

"You will never die."

"You've just been sleeping, my darling."

Qin Ming stopped pacing.

Standing beside Jason's corpse, he extended a finger and lightly tapped the corpse's cold chest.

"But now, it's time to wake up."

BOOM——!

The first thunderclap exploded overhead.

Shaking dust loose from the cabin roof.

"Jason, get up."

The voice suddenly rose, becoming sharp, shrill, filled with searing hatred.

"Jason, avenge Mommy!"

"Jason, kill them!"

"Jason, don't let them leave Crystal Lake!"

Each sentence was like an incantation.

The air pressure inside the cabin dropped to an extreme low.

The candles on the altar ignited without wind, their ghostly green flames dancing frantically.

"Jason..."

The voice became extremely soft at last, like a bedtime whisper.

"Mommy's here."

CRACK!!!

A blinding bolt of lightning tore through the night sky.

It struck the lightning rod atop the cabin roof with pinpoint accuracy, electricity violently surging down the wire into the room.

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