Contain, release, extract, fuse.
The containment here should be similar to sealing.
Release is even easier to understand: he summons the Deformed Cannibal again, and the Deformed Cannibal, once contained and then re-released, will obey him.
It's like summoning a monster.
That is, the Deformed Cannibal previously contained, if these Deformed Men suffer fatal injuries and cannot be recalled into the card in time, they will still die, and those severely injured will not be able to recover in a short period.
Without this restriction, it would truly be an infinite bug exploit.
As for extraction, it means drawing one ability from the Deformed Cannibal's capabilities, while for fusion, the phantom card didn't provide many hints.
John guessed it was similar to a demon's possession, or directly transforming into a Deformed Cannibal? Or perhaps it could fuse with other contained objects to become a new monster?
All of this would have to be tested later.
John walked outside and chose to release the Deformed Cannibal from the Heart 2 card. Soon, a tall Deformed Cannibal appeared in the empty room. Compared to its previous near death state, the re-released Deformed Cannibal was clearly in perfect condition.
The Deformed Cannibal stood there blankly, showing little reaction even when seeing John, just waiting for the next command.
He then experimented with fusing the Deformed Cannibal's card.
He didn't transform into the disgusting appearance of a Deformed Cannibal as he had imagined, but it seemed that he could transform into that ugly appearance if he wanted to.
Secondly, his strength at least doubled or tripled, his pain perception decreased, his vision seemed to become clearer, and his physique and recovery ability increased.
This Deformed Cannibal seemed to be Deformed Man Number Two among the three Deformed Men.
He was relatively intelligent and could use a bow and arrow. Now, that bow and arrows were left behind; the other two Deformed Men clearly couldn't use them.
A Heart 2 card plus a Deformed Cannibal had such an effect. What would the King, Queen, Knight, and Jokers be like later?
Or rather, what kind of existence would be worthy of being contained by these phantom cards?
John couldn't think of it for now, but he eventually concluded that the contained Deformed Cannibal could still use their original various weapons and did not become as rigid as a dead object.
For example, if he ordered someone killed.
If there were no additional instructions, the Deformed Cannibal would kill the person according to his own methods.
John chose not to fuse but took Deformed Man Number Two with him, returning the bow and arrows to him, telling him to stay hidden by his side, and then he prepared to go back and find Jessie and the others.
The entire Deformed Cannibal family was valuable combat power; he didn't want to let any of them go.
John held a shotgun, and Deformed Man Number Two, with his bow and quiver, followed John into the forest.
At this moment, the forest cast terrifying shadows under the twilight, like an ominous omen.
Meanwhile.
In the gradually darkening woods.
Scott, the man from the young couple who came with Chris, was now running wildly across the ground, occasionally looking back in terror.
He had gotten separated from the other three. The two Deformed Men seemed to be toying with their prey, following unhurriedly behind him.
Suddenly.
A large hand covered Scott's mouth and nose. He began to struggle frantically, fear spreading through his heart.
"Shut up!"
A quiet and rough voice suddenly brought Scott back to his senses. When he saw it was John, his eyes could no longer be described as merely surprised; it was as if he had seen God.
John stared at the jungle. Behind another tree, Deformed Man Number Two had his bow drawn and arrow nocked, staring intently at his two brethren.
Suddenly, the roar of a car in the distance attracted the two Deformed Men, and they immediately turned around and rushed back.
Seeing the Deformed Men leave, Scott leaned against a large tree and squatted down.
"Thank you, Jhon. If it weren't for you, I might already be dead."
"You're welcome. Tell me what happened after you guys separated."
As Scott described, John didn't expect this person to be so emotional, actually sacrificing himself to distract the Deformed Men.
As an egoist, he really liked such good people.
If most people were like Scott, how beautiful would this world be?
Scott was halfway through his story when he suddenly seemed to realize something, saying angrily, "We have to go back and save Carly and the others! With you, we can definitely take down those bastards!"
...
After the sun set.
The mountains fell into darkness, silent.
Until a watchtower burst into a raging fire, like a light in the darkness, growing brighter and brighter.
On the watchtower, Chris, Jessie, and Carly were like ants on a hot pan; going down meant facing the Deformed Cannibals, but not going down meant being burned to death. It was Chris who looked at the surrounding trees and thought of the only way: jumping onto the branches around the watchtower.
Jessie was already regretting it at this point; she should have just followed John back the way they came. The most crucial thing was that her best friend Carly seemed to want to die, crying and refusing to move.
This made the two Deformed Men below even more excited.
But they didn't notice that John and Scott had quietly approached from behind.
"Oh, fuck!"
The moment the tree branch under their feet broke, the three who had just jumped onto the tree all fell down.
Seeing the Deformed Cannibal about to pounce on him, Chris scrambled away in terror.
"Boom."
With a gunshot, the smallest Deformed Cannibal immediately ran into the jungle to hide.
At this moment, illuminated by the firelight.
Jessie clearly saw the situation: Scott had fired the shot, but he was now being held by the tallest Deformed Cannibal. Just then, a cold arrow pierced the tall Deformed Cannibal's arm. The Deformed Cannibal roared in pain and released Scott.
John walked out of the shadows. He was baffled by Scott's aim; it was so bad, and he was a North American, after all.
Carly, who had been seeking death, burst into tears of joy when she saw her boyfriend was still alive.
"Scott!"
"John." Jessie was equally surprised. John was the only man in this group who could give her a sense of security.
John looked at the strongest Deformed Cannibal, cocking his shotgun.
The Deformed Cannibal forcibly pulled the arrow from his arm, then charged towards John, but in the darkness, Deformed Man Number Two collided head-on with his former boss.
Deformed Cannibal Boss seemed to be very emotional, looking at Deformed Man Number Two constantly attacking him with confusion, wanting to awaken Deformed Man Number Two's conscience.
But under Deformed Man Number Two's frantic attacks, Deformed Cannibal Boss roared in pain and began to fight back.
At this moment, Jessie, Chris, and the others were bewildered. The Deformed Cannibals were fighting among themselves, like dogs turning on each other?
Against the nearby raging fire, the two monsters crashed into each other, swinging their fists at each other's heads. A normal person would have been crippled by such a combo, but the Deformed Men only cried out in pain a couple of times at most.
The reduced pain meant they weren't afraid of death.
Deformed Man Number Two was still much weaker than Deformed Cannibal Boss.
Jessie at this point grabbed John's hand and pulled him, "Jhon, while they're fighting, let's run!"
"Jessie, where can you run to now?"
He wouldn't even know how to finish them off, no wonder he was counter-killed. John broke free from Jessie's hand, cocked his shotgun, and aimed at Deformed Cannibal Boss. Under his command, Deformed Man Number Two moved aside.
"Bang!"
John shot Deformed Cannibal Boss in the chest. The opponent didn't fall but ran towards him. He then fired several more shots at his knees until the opponent could only crawl with his hands.
John looked at Deformed Cannibal Boss crawling on the ground with his hands but didn't kill him. Instead, he had Deformed Man Number Two drag Deformed Cannibal Boss into the darkness.
The bullets in the gun were all used up, and John tossed it aside.
The watchtower's flames were still burning.
Although no one knew why these two ugly Cannibals had turned on each other, everyone was relieved to have escaped with their lives.