Kill American Terror, Starting from the Witches’ Coven

Farnsworth left first.

Robb was in no hurry to go to Heather.

He continued to wander around the residence.

Even though he only owned it for a short time, in a sense this place was his home.

Although it is very common, that is in comparison.

For him, who in his previous life was satisfied with just a house of a hundred square meters, owning a two-story bungalow is definitely a luxury and excitement.

Too bad it's too far from New Orleans.

In this way, you can only make yourself who has been promoted to the homeowner class become a homeowner again.

Robb, who was rummaging around the house, quickly arrived at the master bedroom on the second floor.

While flipping through the pages, I looked at the photos in the frames I found. Inside were photos of my adoptive parents when they were young.

without him.

Apparently this was not the place where he was adopted.

"What's this?"

Suddenly, Robb found an old newspaper in a sealed box.

Not knowing why he kept such a newspaper so tightly, he opened it and took a look.

The first thing that came into view was a group photo of about twenty people, holding long and short spears, looking like they were returning from victory. Robb's adoptive father when he was young was clearly in the photo.

Is there anything in life worth being proud of?

Robb, who thought this way, looked at the title that was specially bolded and enlarged.

"Local hero! All residents join forces to destroy the murderous family!"

"Sounds like a story about heroes defeating villains. No wonder my cheap adoptive father keeps this newspaper."

Robb smiled, turned over, and saw a picture of a miserable-looking woman placed on the newspaper.

"One man escaped...he sawed my paralyzed brother...four young people were massacred..."

"A terrible discovery! The farmhouse turned into a slaughterhouse..."

Lines of words fell into Robb's eyes.

"I always feel like I'm listening somewhere." Robb frowned slightly.

Just then, the phone rang.

Robb plugged it in.

Nicki's passionate and seductive voice sounded: "Hello? Robb, where are you? I'm going to find you."

Robb took one last look at the date of the newspaper and saw that it was published more than twenty years ago and stopped paying attention.

After all, it's been so long, and no matter how big of a deal it is, it's already gone.

He put down the newspaper and finally turned his attention to Nicki.

(The film is from The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 3D, a film with serious problems with the female protagonist and director's outlook)

Chapter 113 Chapter 113 Buzzing~~~

Robb gave Nicki his address.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door.

Robb opened the door and saw Nicky standing at the door alone, holding a box of beer specially brought in her hand, waving to him happily.

Robb brought Nicki in and asked, "Where are Heather and the others?"

"They went to town to buy ingredients." Nicky looked around the house curiously and said casually, "The house Heather inherited is big and luxurious. Ryan, Kenny and the others were so excited that they prepared to celebrate. It’s great to drink all night long.”

Robb said: "Then why are you here?"

"It's still early, Robb, don't you think we should warm up first and enjoy our uninterrupted world together?"

“Especially in a home you just acquired, it means a lot.”

Nicky raised the beer case in her hand and gave Robb a wink.

Hearing this, Robb looked around.

What Nicki said does have some truth to it.

You must know that the opportunity cannot be missed and it will never come again.

Robb, who is still the owner of the house, should leave traces of his existence in this house.

then.

Between toasts, bottles of beer turned into nothing.

Seeing that the foreplay was over, Nicky stood up unsteadily and was the first to take off her suspender hot pants, revealing her toned figure.

The war is about to break out.

…

Robb's house was in full swing.

Heather's mansion also welcomed its owners and guests again.

Although she experienced an unfriendly exchange with the mayor of the town who suddenly became a little strange after hearing the location and surname of the property she inherited, Heather quickly put it behind her and took a lot of purchases with her. of ingredients and happily celebrated with a group of friends.

"No one can compete with me. The kitchen is now my territory. I will show you my superb cooking skills soon." Kenny volunteered to take on the role of chef.

Someone is willing to do all the work, and Ryan wants it: "As long as you don't get all the dishes muddy."

He shrugged, then looked outside. He thought of something and asked, "By the way, where are Nicky and Robb? Why haven't they come here yet?"

Heather said: "Nicki went to Robb's place."

"So impatient?" Ryan showed a smile that everyone understood, "Do you need me to call them now?"

"Don't! They will come on their own." In order to prevent her girlfriend from having her fun interrupted and coming angrily to accuse him, Heather quickly stopped Ryan's move.

After saying that, Ryan put his phone back, picked up a bottle of wine and went to the pool table to play by himself. He waved and said, "Kenny, I'm waiting for your feast."

Kenny didn't reply.

As he picked up the tomatoes blankly, all he could think about at this moment was the image of Nicky being excited and begging for mercy under Robb.

Although I have given up.

But when something like this happens around me, there is always some melancholy and...an inexplicable excitement.

So much so that my favorite part of cooking now seems so boring.

"Hey, Kenny, are you okay?" Heather, who noticed something was wrong with Kenny, waved her hands in front of his eyes.

"No...it's nothing." Kenny, who came back to his senses, quickly continued to do what he was doing, "Just leave it to me. Heather, go and do your own thing."

"Are you sure you don't need my help?"

"Of course!" Kenny assured, patting his chest.

Relieved, Heather left the kitchen.

She glanced at Ryan, who was playing pool happily by himself outside the passionate music. Without disturbing him, she continued to wander around the room curiously.

This house is too big, and there are many places she hasn't visited yet.

…

in the kitchen.

After Kenny came back to his senses and patted his face a few times, he finally stopped thinking about Nicky and Robb and focused on cooking.

Amidst the noise of pots and pans, he accidentally noticed what seemed to be an inconspicuous door crack on the wall on one side of the kitchen.

He walked over curiously, pushed with his palm, and the door was indeed pushed open.

Looking inside, Kenny shouted excitedly: "Hey! Look what I found, there's a pantry in here."

No one responded.

Literally no one heard it.

Kenny didn't care. He walked in and opened the drawers one by one. He immediately saw many silver knives, forks and dinner plates.

"What a luxury."

Kenny sighed, but he didn't feel any greed.

He continued walking inside, opened another door, and a downward corridor came into view.

"Basement? Wine cellar? It's very possible! With Heather's grandmother's wealth, it's impossible not to store wine. Why didn't you find it? So it's here!"

Kenny ran down happily and didn't care when he saw a thick iron door sealed.

Heather's keys are outside.

He immediately ran up.

He was preparing to give everyone a surprise and did not inform anyone else.

Squeak~

After some twisting, the iron door finally opened with the insertion of the largest key.

Sure enough, as Kenny thought, there was a wine cellar inside, densely packed with a large number of expensive wines.

"Hey~~ I'm really awesome! Everyone has to thank me for my sharp eyes! You can throw away all the junk wine you bought from the town."

Kenny couldn't put it down and pulled out a bottle of well-kept wine and shouted excitedly.

"Huh? Why is there a door here?"

While walking, Kenny came to another thick iron door in the wine cellar.

"Is there something more valuable inside?"

Kenny's curiosity arose again and he touched the lock on the iron door.

Unexpectedly, with such a slight movement, the lock fell off.

"The quality is so bad?"

Without thinking much, Kenny tried to push open the iron door, but it didn't move at all.

Unwilling to be reconciled, he grabbed a nearby shovel and tried to pry it open along the gap in the iron door, but it still didn't work.

"It seems we have to ask Ryan and the others for help."

A tired Kenny put his hands on his hips and looked helplessly at the iron gate in front of him.

Just as he turned around to call someone.

Sudden.

With a heavy sound, the iron door opened from the inside.

"How..." Kenny, who was surprised, turned back and didn't say anything.

Buzz~

Buzzing~~

Buzz buzz~~~

The sharp and harsh vibration covered everything.

"No!!!"

Kenny seemed to have seen something and opened his mouth wide in horror. He wanted to escape but it was already too late.

A high-frequency electric saw emerged from the darkness behind the iron door and struck Kenny on the head like lightning.

Sizzle...

The sound of chainsaws vibrating, bones grinding, and blood and flesh splattering echoed throughout the room.