Kill American Terror, Starting from the Witches’ Coven

The old man suddenly turned pale and was about to curse, when Baldhead held him down and apologized to everyone with a smile: "Old John always likes to exaggerate reality."

"That's what I said." Queenie said with a serious expression.

"But it's not untrue." The bald boss added at this time, "There is indeed a crocodile man in the legend, and it ate up all the people here. The people living here now are not real aborigines."

"Including you, boss?" Robb walked over and asked with a smile.

The bald boss replied seriously: "Including me, including Old John, including everyone in Fort Collins."

"Aren't you thinking about moving away? After all, there is a terrifying crocodile man around you all the time?"

"Believe me, there are things scarier than death. In addition, the Crocodile Man has not appeared in these years, so we just treat it as a story. By the way, we can use this story to develop tourism and attract young people like you to come and play."

"It's a pity, you saw it and it was very poor."

The bald boss laughed at himself, then took out a leaflet from the shelf nearby and handed it to Robb and said,

"The Haunted House in Grimley is the legendary home of the Crocodile Man. It also records the story of how it transformed from a human into a Crocodile Man. In the past, you had to charge an entrance fee, but now you can go and see it if you want."

Seeing Robb and the others looking at the flyer, he grinned and said, "Since you went the wrong way, you might as well go here and have a look. After all, it's the same wherever you travel. There are also swamps and crocodiles here. "

"Haunted house? The hometown of the Crocodile Man? Then go and see it." Queenie looked forward to it.

Since Madison kept mentioning in front of her how she fought against evil spirits and how powerful she was during this period, Queenie, who didn't want to be compared, also became interested in this aspect.

Zoe was also a little eager to give it a try.

Looking at the expressions of the two girls, although he felt that the current situation was very similar to the plot in Hollywood movies where young people go on vacation in the wild and frequently commit suicide, Robb still nodded in agreement.

It's hard to go out for a trip. If there are wrong roads, you can't spend most of your time on the road.

As for danger, Robb looked at the equipment around him and chuckled.

"Boss, how to get to the Grimmley Haunted House?" He nodded and asked.

So the bald boss enthusiastically drew a road map.

…

Outside the gas station.

Madison, who was dressed in a fashionable outfit with suspenders, hot pants, a hat and sunglasses, raised her phone and shook it left and right.

"What the hell, why is the signal so weak?"

Madison, who originally wanted to post a few beautiful selfies on Facebook to comfort her few fans, put down her phone unhappily and said speechlessly.

"Beauty, are you alone?" When a sweaty horse-faced man carrying a tool box passed by, he whistled at him and showed his yellow teeth to chat.

Madison glanced at the horse-faced man, and after a disdainful glance, he didn't even bother to reply and just played with his phone.

Such low-quality human men are not her cup of tea at all.

"Hot enough!"

The horse-faced man was unmoved, but just as he was about to get closer with more enthusiasm, the door of the shop opened, and the bald boss and Robb walked out.

The horse-faced man paused, squeezed the corner of his mouth regretfully, and left quickly.

On the other side, after bidding farewell to the bald boss, the three of Robb met Madison and returned to the car.

"Today's destination has been temporarily changed." Robb handed the flyer to Madison, the only one who didn't know. "Let's go here for a walk first and camp nearby by the way."

"Grimley Haunted Mansion?"

Looking at the big title on the flyer, I couldn't help but think of Madison blinking speechlessly when she and Robb visited the haunted attraction in New Orleans for an afternoon.

She then looked down, and the flyer told an old-fashioned love thriller.

The only bright spot is probably that the male and female protagonists are biological siblings.

"The two brothers and sisters of the Baoting family lived carefree in the depths of the swamp and multiplied their bloodline. Until one day, the legendary super-large crocodile, which was much larger than the normal crocodile, attacked them and killed their sister and the baby in her belly. The child ate it.”

"Grimli was so angry that he ran into the depths of the swamp and fought a huge crocodile. He ate its flesh and blood alive, including his undigested sister's flesh and blood. Shet, how disgusting!"

"So, this is the story? The male protagonist who ate a crocodile alive mutated into a crocodile man and became a terrifying legend who longed for blood and brides?"

Madison threw away the flyer boredly, "If such a bad street story is made into a Hollywood movie, it will definitely be a waste of money."

"I think it's quite attractive." Zoe was a little unsure.

Madison turned around and said solemnly: "Believe me, Zoe. If you were a producer, you would definitely lose everything."

Zoe: “…”

"Okay." Robb answered at this time, "Just treat it as a visit to a historical building, and it won't take much time. I heard from the boss that there are still intact canoes nearby, and you can paddle to the swamp. This is also the original purpose of our trip.”

"also."

After hearing this, Madison had no objection.

Four people and a car headed towards the Grimmley Haunted Mansion according to the route given by the boss.

…

In the gas station, the bald boss who saw off Robb and his party was writing down today's accounts.

The horse-faced man who had chatted with Madison before walked in and asked respectfully and expectantly: "Dad, are those people the new sacrifices?"

The bald boss still looked kind and said: "They are very lucky."

The horse-faced man immediately rejoiced: "Indeed! This is their supreme honor. Then I'm going to call someone?"

"Go ahead. Blood is blood."

"Blood is blood!"

Chapter 36 Chapter 36 Chatting while drinking

Following the simple route drawn by the bald boss, Robb drove to the vicinity of the Grimley Haunted House.

There is no way further in.

Robb greeted the three young witches and followed the tattered road signs toward the depths of the dense forest.

A quarter of an hour later, a dilapidated thatched hut appeared in everyone's sight.

"Is this the famous Grimley Haunted Mansion? That crocodile man would condescend to live here?" Madison fanned herself with her hands and said amusedly.

Zoe and Queenie were a little disappointed. What they saw was very different from what they imagined.

"No wonder the tourism industry here has not developed." Robb commented.

In the spirit of coming, he still pushed the door open and entered.

moment!

Puff, puff, puff...

One after another, the bats woke up in an instant, rushed out of the house, and flew towards him quickly.

Robb quickly moved out of the way.

In the following time, a large number of bats were seen waking up from their slumber and flying towards the door one after another like black clouds.

The three Zoe girls standing behind Robb were so frightened that they ran away quickly.

Wait until everything calms down.

Robb called the three of them back, shrugged and said, "This can be considered a major feature of the haunted house."

"Yes..." Among the three, only Zoe reluctantly agreed.

"Go in and take a look. There should be no bats inside."

Robb was the first to go in.

It was gray inside.

Broken and dirty furniture, dinner plates with dust as thick as a finger, black and stiff dried meat, bat droppings and spider webs everywhere...

Nothing special, just an old house that has been abandoned for a long time, and there is no trace of the so-called crocodile man.

Robb and the four came out soon.

Everyone who had not expected anything to be here was not disappointed.

However, they were delighted when they later found a well-preserved wooden canoe while wandering around a nearby swamp.

Obviously, this could not be the one left behind by the Grimmli.

Robb and the four of them, presumably a local who stayed here, were not polite.

Not forgetting their travel plan, they boarded the canoe, paddled, and wandered around the swamp.

Different from the swamp tourist routes that have been developed by tourism companies, Robb and his party can better appreciate the true charm of the swamp in a completely undeveloped primitive area.

Soon, Madison saw the alligator she had longed for.

Following what the other party pointed at, Robb looked and saw half of a crocodile's head floating on the water, with its eyes, ears and nostrils exposed. Looking at its direction, it seemed that it was targeting their group of uninvited guests.

Madison couldn't get enough of just looking at it, so she eagerly asked, "Would you like to catch it and play with it?"

Crocodiles are something that normal people should not mess with.

But for a witch like Madison, it's just a toy.

"No!" Zoe quickly stopped, "I don't want the canoe to sink."

The canoe beneath him could carry four people at its limit.

Another crocodile?

Then everyone can only swim back.

"I can't swim!" Queenie also decisively rejected this idea.

Madison could only put down his hand with regret.

In the following time, with his extraordinary physical strength, Robb easily paddled the wood pulp and led the girls deeper.

Danger to others can be easily solved by them, so they can naturally indulge in whatever they want.

However, they did not know that somewhere under the dense aquatic plants, a crocodile head that was much larger than the crocodile head they had seen before was slowly emerging from the water. A pair of bloodthirsty beast eyes stared coldly at the crocodile head in front of them. There was a lot of laughter.

…

It was already sunset.

After wandering in the swamp for a long time during the day and encountering no accidents, Robb and his party came back, drove to find a good camping place, set up a tent and prepared to spend the night here.

When traveling in the wild, it is normal to stay up all night.

When it comes to setting up tents, Zoe, Madison and even Queenie are much more skilled than Robb, a novice.

He did not go up to help, but took out a paran knife from the trunk of the car, cut away the obstructive weeds near the camp, and chopped some firewood back to prepare for the fire at night.

It just so happened that the crescent-shaped, large and heavy dagger in my hand was very suitable for chopping down trees.

Robb also accidentally discovered this knife when he was looking through the college's utility room yesterday. He didn't know which senior bought it, and he didn't know whether it was for camping or for chopping people.

In line with the principle of not wasting it, he brought it over.

When Robb returned to the campsite with a large amount of wood, he found that three tents had been set up.

One goes to Queenie, one goes to Madison, and one goes to herself and Zoe, which is very reasonable.

Madison originally thought about destroying a tent and joining Robb and Zoe in their space.

However, when he thought about it in the blink of an eye, he would probably end up sleeping with Queenie and have to endure the other's huge size and heavy snoring, so he finally gave up.

However, in such a good environment, it is not willing to leave some traces like a three-day road trip.

Madison's eyes quickly lit up.

…

Night falls.

As Madison watched, the flames ignited directly on the pile of wood, illuminating the surrounding area.

Zoe looked on with envy and said, "Madison, how did you do it?"

"Talent!" Madison raised her chin proudly, "Every witch is born with one or several talents. With the passage of time or emotional stimulation, the power buried deep in the witch's blood will eventually awaken. "