the end of the heavens

Russell didn't care if it was true or not, he pulled up the Sand Eagle and fired a shot at the sky. The loud sound of the gun made the seven young men scream and shout, and they stood there dumbfounded, not daring to move.

"Listen to me! It's dangerous here, it's not suitable for fighting in the wild, drive slowly if the tire blows out, don't be willing to lose your life here for a little money." After finishing speaking, Russell ignored the stunned crowd, got in the car and hung up the car. Block back on the same road.

A group of people looked at each other, not knowing what to do. To be honest, Russell really frightened them.

"Guys, are we going back?"

"Aren't you kidding, are you scared stupid by that Chinese man! The car is rented, a flat tire is a trivial matter, and we are fully responsible for the broken wheel hub!"

"But he said it's dangerous here!"

"E, it's right to be dangerous. We came here for the adventure. I also brought a video camera. I will be the director of the next 'Blair Witch'. Let's shock the world together!"

"It's probably difficult. The audience is not a fool. As long as they search the Internet, they will know that there are no witches in Crystal Lake."

"That's right, there was only one serial murderer who was buried in the grave 30 years ago!"

"I don't care, I'm going, guys, it's not far from Camp Crystal Lake, we can walk there. And there's a signal, you can call someone to fix the car, there's nothing we can do here... "

"Alright then, for the signal, aim for Crystal Lake!"

"!!!"

……

On the other side, Russell and Jennifer took a short drive to the next town, and after a little inquiring, they found the foothold of the Low Shoulders band.

A motel in a slightly out of the way location near the highway.

Just after offering sacrifices to the devil, the Low Shoulders Band received a large number of performance invitations. The five of them got together and discussed whether to participate in a public welfare performance first, or to get a wave of traffic from big singers first.

"Public welfare performances are more suitable. They can package our image of caring about the social status quo, which will be very helpful for future development!"

"That's right, but we need more exposure than our image...Look at this, we have been invited to three concerts on the west coast, and the inviters are all popular singers, so we can win fans over." Lead singer Nicola disagrees. He is a tall, thin, white young man with handsome features, punk makeup, and smoky eyes that make him look flamboyant.

"That's right, Los Angeles, the City of Angels. I dream of holding a concert there. I heard that the female fans there are so crazy that they will rush to the stage and knock idols down."

"Are you live?"

"Hey hey hey!!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom—"

"Excuse me, is the Low Shoulders here, I want an autograph!"

A sweet voice sounded from outside the door, interrupting the silver smile in the room. Lead singer Nicola sighed, got up and walked over, "Guys, this is the trouble of becoming famous, you have to adapt as soon as possible."

The four of them booed and laughed, "It's a female fan, the voice is really nice, I don't know what effect it will have."

"Old rules, roll the dice to line up the windows!"

boom!

A black shadow flew upside down from the door and hit the table between the four of them. It was Nicholas who was going to open the door.

"Shit!"

"Who is it, I swear to kill him!"

The four were stunned for a moment, and then they became furious, but the anger came and went quickly. When Russell walked in with a gun, they all stopped.

Plastic friendship is worthless in front of the desire to survive. They resolutely gave up resistance and raised their hands in cooperation.

"Dude, you want money, right. As long as you don't shoot, everything is fine!"

Fame is just around the corner, and the colorful world is still waiting for them. Banknotes, flashing lights, celebrities, think about these adrenaline-stimulating words, spending a little money is nothing, just think of it as a bankruptcy and disaster avoidance.

Besides, they don't have much money now!

Nicholas, who was lying on the ground, was holding his chest, his facial features were distorted, and he pointed out the door with horror on his face, "Devil...devil, she is back for us...she has returned from hell..."

"Who!?"

"Nicholas, what nonsense are you talking about?"

The four desperately winked at Nicholas, telling him to shut up quickly and not to reveal the secret of getting rich.

"Hey guys, remember me?"

Jennifer walked in from the door, smiling and waving her hands, her black pupils turned silver in an instant, and her upper and lower jaws split open into a bloody mouth.

"Oh, siht!!"

"The devil! It's the devil!"

The scene was chaotic. In front of the devil and the pistol, the devil is undoubtedly more frightening.

Jennifer laughed out loud when she saw the scene where she lost control because of herself. The creepy laughter, coupled with her big gaping mouth, scared a few people to pee.

Russell glared at Jennifer viciously, "Don't make trouble for me, let them be quiet!"

The corners of Jennifer's mouth curled together, her eyes closed slightly, and after she opened them suddenly, a strong shock wave of thought power exploded, knocking the five of them flying.

The five men either bumped into the wall, or overturned the tables, chairs and sofas, and all lay motionless on the ground.

Russell took out a bottle of ice water from the refrigerator, came to Nicholas, unscrewed the bottle cap and poured it on his head.Shocked by the cold water, the latter woke up with a shiver, fixed his eyes on Jennifer, and crawled to the corner of the wall, shivering.

"No, don't kill me. The devil tempted me. I don't want to hurt you. I'm also a victim!!" Nicholas begged bitterly, and took out a cross from the collar of his jacket, waving it at Jennifer.

Russell just walked over, kicked Nicholas to the back, and stomped hard on his stomach, "Black eye, tell me where you got the news, why do you know how to sacrifice to the devil?"

The cowardly appearance of Nicholas is quite different from Russell's imagination. He cannot be a wizard, and the possibility of a devil believer is extremely low.He simply cut to the chase and directly tortured his source of information.

Nicholas' eyes flickered, and he hesitated, "I don't know, I just happened to... I heard someone say it, yes, I tried it in a bar..."

Russell winked at Jennifer, who immediately rushed over, opened his bloody mouth and roared at Nicholas, the mouth was wide open enough to swallow Nicholas' whole head, he rolled his eyes and fainted again past.

Russell sighed, dared to make a deal with the devil even if he was so brave, he really didn't know how to write, and took the sand eagle and stabbed Nicholas' thigh fiercely.

"Wow——"

Nicholas woke up screaming, clutching his wound and weeping bitterly, "I really don't know, really..."

"Stubborn!"

Russell snorted coldly, and Jennifer understood, opened her mouth and bit Nicholas' shoulder, sucking his blood.Ten seconds later, Jennifer, who was full, wiped her mouth and stood up, leaving Nicholas on the ground with a pale face.

Russell squatted beside Nicholas, the blade under the muzzle swaying in front of his eyes, "How is it, remember?"