Kill American Terror, Starting from the Witches’ Coven

Robb looked at the Book of Containment. A while passed, but there was no response from it.

"The evil spirit has been killed, why wasn't it contained?"

If he hadn't known the grade of the Book of Containment, he would have thought there was something wrong with it.

Since it's not about the Book of Containment, it's about the female evil spirit.

Is this guy not really dead?

Or something else.

Robb was a little confused for a moment.

Chapter 156 Chapter 156 Scarecrow

In a dark room.

The leader of the Paradise organization, the ruling leader named Jim, the prophet, and the leader is looking at the book of horror stories on the table.

"Robb? Detective? So that's what you are."

Seeing the Heavenly Organization's archenemy struggling in the web woven by the horror storybook, Jim smiled coldly and was about to celebrate with a glass of wine while continuing to watch.

Sudden!

A series of garbled characters suddenly appeared on the page of the storybook that he had been writing.

And when Robb killed the female evil spirit easily.

The writing on the page was even more complete, and there was no more garbled characters at all.

Seeing this, Jim, who was about to drink, couldn't help but stop.

"What's going on?" He frowned.

Fortunately, this situation did not last long.

Under Jim's gaze, the garbled characters on the page and the previously written text were suddenly and automatically erased.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of writing was heard again, and the next page was turned.

The Horror Storybook is at work again.

"Although Detective Robb was surprised by the appearance of the female evil spirit, he had seen too many strange things during this period and developed a very good skill. He quickly eliminated the female evil spirit. "

"After experiencing the episode, the very conscientious Detective Robb did not forget that he still had work to complete. In order to reach his destination as soon as possible, he decided to walk through the cornfields nearby and seek help from the locals. However, he did not know that Accompanied by the crows of dense crows in the sky, the real owner of the cornfield, the Scarecrow, is opening his eyes in the sack and looking at him without blinking..."

Jim smiled again as he took in the new story in the book.

Naturally, this skill was not the only one that allowed him to spend a lot of money to buy a horror storybook.

The guy named Robb was able to kill David and his gang. He was indeed very powerful.

It is normal for the female evil spirits described in horror story books to be unable to do anything to him.

But you know, horror storybooks are more than that.

If you can’t write the ending in one page, then two pages will be enough.

If you can't finish two pages, just three, four pages...

Jim looked at the thick blank page that was spread out and smiled confidently.

No matter how strong you are, the pile can kill you...

…

Fields of corn.

It looked fine from the outside, but once he stepped inside, Robb felt like he had entered a maze, densely packed with towering corn stalks with similar appearances that blocked his field of vision, making it difficult to tell the specific direction for a while.

Fortunately, he had confirmed the location of the owner's house in the cornfield before stepping in. He could just walk forward along a straight line.

Midway, Robb saw a scarecrow tied to a wooden frame, wearing a sack and holding a steel fork.

He didn't care. After all, scarecrows were an indispensable presence on every farmland.

Five minutes passed.

When Robb skillfully pushed aside the cornstalks in front of him and strode forward, his brows suddenly tightened.

Just in front of what he could see, a very familiar scarecrow was holding a steel fork, standing there regardless of the weather.

This was exactly the same as the scarecrow I had seen before.

Did you take the wrong path and turn back?

Or did the owner of the cornfield set up a few more identical scarecrows?

or……

Robb's eyes moved, and he thought about it before moving on.

Another five minutes passed.

An identical scarecrow stands in front again!

In ten minutes, at his own speed, he should have crossed the cornfield long ago.

As a result, I have been playing in circles with this scarecrow.

"It's so evil today! I haven't even gone to look for it yet, so why are these evil ghosts and ghosts keeping coming in front of me?"

Robb, who had already confirmed it, no longer wasted any time. With a movement of his eyes, blazing flames quickly surrounded the scarecrow.

After a thunderclap, the scarecrow and its wooden frame, which did not resist, disappeared in the flames.

"The scarecrow blocking the road no longer exists. Just as Detective Robb was about to continue walking and leave here as soon as possible, the crows that had been hovering in the sky screamed with excitement, their blood-red eyes staring greedily. With Detective Robb."

"As one crow couldn't help but swoop down first, other companions who were unwilling to be left alone followed suit, and for a moment dark clouds covered the ground..."

Gua~ Gua~ Gua~

The noisy and unpleasant screams kept ringing in my ears.

Robb looked up and saw hundreds of crows opening their sharp claws and shooting at him like a hail of arrows, leaving no room for escape.

Without enough time to think about anything else, Robb opened his right hand upward.

moment!

The surging power of thoughts turned into a tornado and swept towards the crows.

Bang bang bang bang...

A large number of crows were turned into piles of flesh and blood by the pulling and squeezing of the storm of thoughts.

But there were still many fish that slipped through the net and rushed to Robb.

Robb put down his palm and took out the dagger he carried with him. The sharp blade passed around him at an extremely fast speed.

Soon, crows split into two fell one after another near him.

Robb, who has a 5.0 physique, exerts his full strength, and there is no way that the crows can escape.

Even with their numerical advantage, one or two crows broke through the defense line every now and then and pecked at Robb with their sharp claws.

The result was as if it had hit a thick piece of cowhide, not even Robb's skin was broken.

This is [Extraordinary Physique].

If he wasn't worried about being caught wearing expensive clothes and dressed like a beggar, Robb could have ignored defense and continued to attack to the end.

Even so, the seemingly unstoppable army of crows is dying at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At the same time, in the horror story book, a new line of bloody text continued to write:

"The Simpsons love Scarecrow very much. They always win the Scarecrow Making Contest every year. Therefore, their opponents are always the family around them."

"Another year's Scarecrow Making Contest is approaching. As a father, Simpson doesn't want to lose to his talented young son. After thinking hard, he has a good idea."

"Simpson put himself into a sack, picked up the steel fork, and tied himself firmly to the wooden frame in the farmland. Look! Isn't this the most perfect scarecrow?"

"Simpson's youngest son saw his father's masterpiece. Not to be outdone, he also dressed up as a scarecrow and tied him up. Now, he didn't have to admit defeat."

"Simpson's wife, eldest son, and daughter saw the father and son's masterpiece and were immediately fascinated by it."

"So, the whole family neatly became scarecrows."

"One day...two days...three days...forever!"

"The Simpsons are happy to be scarecrows and extend an invitation to anyone passing by."

"Want to be one of the scarecrows like us?"

Chapter 157 Chapter 157 The Pig Head Butcher

"Want to be one of the scarecrows like us?"

The moment when the last bloody word of this passage in the book of horror stories fell.

In the cornstalk behind Robb, a rusty steel fork stabbed toward his back with a sharp sound.

The prongs of the steel forks were worn flat in many places.

But Robb still felt a sharp chill on his back.

He didn't hold on.

Even if it's nothing serious, the feeling of being stabbed by a fork is very unpleasant.

Uh-huh!

Robb's figure disappeared instantly.

After using Phantom Teleportation, he appeared on the other side in the blink of an eye, and then saw the scarecrow holding a steel fork in the cornfield, who was attacking him just now.

"Another supernatural attack?"

Robb raised his brows, stepped hard on the ground with his right foot, and with a "boom" sound, amidst the crackling sound of the earth, he rushed out like a cannonball. The Scarecrow could barely lift the steel fork in his hand. , only a flash of cold light was seen.

Under the cut of the dagger, the scarecrow's head separated from the body and flew out with a "whoosh".

It can be seen that what is filled under the scarecrow's sack is not straw and other debris, but real human bodies.

The flesh and blood inside has dried up.

When Robb decapitated him with a knife, not only did no blood come out, but dense straw grew strangely from the severed neck and even the flying head. While the head and body were reconnected, it became like seaweed. He quickly and continuously wrapped around him.

Robb glanced at it, and all the incoming straws were ignited with flames, making it impossible to get close, and then spread to burn the scarecrow's body.

The scarecrow was instantly embarrassed.

Robb saw this and was ready to try harder.

Gua~ Gua~ Gua~

The crows struck again.

Accompanying it were several steel forks that came secretly from various places in the cornfield.

one two three four.

Robb looked around at the new scarecrows of various sizes.

Plus the initial scarecrow in front of me.

Five people in total.

"A family? Then I will send you on your way neatly."

Robb's dark pupils turned into a deep red as he stared coldly at the five scarecrows.

…

"The Simpsons noticed Detective Robb walking through the cornfield. They were delighted to have a strange guest and greeted him warmly, and asked: 'Hey~ do you want to become a hard-working and serious Scarecrow like us? ?'"

"Detective Robb refused. The Simpsons were angry. The Scarecrow was so perfect that the guests should have agreed to their kindness."

“To get guests to come back, they’re going to take matters into their own hands.”