Kill American Terror, Starting from the Witches’ Coven

Eventually, the chainsaw stopped working.

Scarlet blood spreads out like a goddess scattering flowers, filling the dusty wine cellar with bright colors.

Kenny, whose head was split in half, fell to the ground with a "bang".

Then, an arm thicker than a thigh stretched out from the iron door, grabbed Kenny's body, and pulled it into the iron door with a sizzling sound of mopping the floor.

Only a fresh bloody drag mark was left.

Chapter 114 Chapter 114 The Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Click! Click!

In the blood basin, the fingers that were still warm were cut off and fell into the basin, side by side with other fingers that already existed.

Like a gardener decorating a garden, the weirdo, nearly two meters tall and burly, with layers of human skin sewn into his flesh and blood on his face, looked at the tragically dead Kenny in his hands with satisfaction.

Then, like slaughtering a pig, he hung Kenny's body on an iron hook dropped from the ceiling.

The sharp hook pierced Kenny's chest.

As more blood sprayed out, Leatherface, who was bathing in it, happily grabbed the huge chainsaw. As he pulled the handle again and again, the harsh buzzing vibration sounded again.

Leatherface looked at Kenny's left hand, then his right hand, and then his lower body.

He seems to be wondering which step is best to start with.

…

Dark and terrifying things are happening in the basement.

On the ground, accompanied by the sound of RAP, Ryan, immersed in it, was singing and dancing while shaking his head and hitting billiards, having a very uncomfortable time.

Heather, who came to the second floor, was immersed in the oil paintings and various old photos of her family ancestors, completely unaware of what was going on below.

Meanwhile, miles away.

Nicky, who had just finished the battle, was lying on the bed in the bedroom with a satisfied look on her face. She lazily raised her hand and said, "Robb, do you have any paper? I want to wipe it."

Naturally, there is no such thing as toilet paper in a house that has not been occupied for a long time.

Robb looked around. He and Nicki still had clothes to wear, so take this.

He grabbed the newspaper he had read before, handed it to Nicky and said:

"It's pretty clean, just use this."

Nicki was not picky. After taking the newspaper over, she pulled out a piece and wiped it down. While she was free, she casually glanced at the contents of the newspaper and suddenly said in surprise:

"Huh? The Sawyer family? Isn't this Heather's real last name?"

"What's wrong?" Robb looked over in confusion.

Nicki continued to read the newspaper, and after a while she exclaimed:

"I didn't expect Heather to have such a bizarre family background. The Sawyer family members who are related to her are all crazy murderers. They are keen on using chainsaws to dismember innocent people and destroy their factories. The slaughterhouse became extremely horrific, and many people were killed by chainsaws.”

"Fortunately, someone escaped and called the police. The people in this town who got the news finally killed all members of the Sawyer family in the name of tit for tat."

"Heather is the only remaining Sawyer bloodline. No wonder she has weird hobbies like painting with bones."

Nicki suddenly realized.

Robb, who was listening on the sidelines, frowned.

"Sawyer... the murderer... the chainsaw... the slaughterhouse..."

He hadn't read the contents of the newspaper before, but now that he heard what Nicky said, he had strong thoughts.

"Sawyer...chainsaw..."

"Could this be the famous Texas Chainsaw Massacre?"

When he thought that he was in Texas now, an idea flashed in Robb's mind and he suddenly realized this.

He had naturally heard of the rumors about the Texas Chainsaw Massacre, or Leatherface.

But he hasn't seen what it looks like specifically.

I only know that there is such a guy who is very sneaky with a chainsaw.

Although I don’t know how things will develop, if Heather, the only descendant of the Sawyer family, comes to inherit the inheritance, obviously nothing good will happen according to her usual behavior.

Robb's eyes narrowed, and he quickly picked up the phone and dialed Heather's number.

Nicki, who was watching from the side, was puzzled: "What's wrong?"

"Heather and the others are in danger," Robb said quickly.

"Is there danger? How did you know, Robb?" Nicky was surprised at first, then dubious.

This is still the influence of Robb's impression of being calm and serious.

Seeing that Robb was only concentrating on the phone regardless of anything else, although she felt a little hesitant, she quickly reminded:

"There is no signal at Heather's house. We have tried before and couldn't get through."

It's exactly what Nicki said.

Listening to the artificial voice coming from the phone, Robb, whose only choice now was to go there in person, quickly got dressed.

"I'll go with you." Seeing this, Nicky quickly stood up and dressed.

"It's dangerous," Robb warned.

Nicki insisted.

Robb didn't stop him.

They were all adults with their own will and ideas, so he didn't waste any more time in persuading.

Because he lent Heather his Chevrolet to drive, Robb had no means of transportation.

Fortunately, there are no tools that can be borrowed.

Robb quickly found a very familiar bicycle, pulled the lock off easily with both hands, patted the back seat, and said to Nicky:

"Sit on!"

"Just sit here? What I mean is that when time is tight, shouldn't we take a taxi?" Nikki sat up in surprise and asked.

Then……

A minute passed.

Nicky closed her eyes and held onto Robb's waist with both hands.

She wanted to take back everything she just said, word for word.

The bike Robb was riding was so fast!

"Ah~~Slow down! Robb! Slow down even more..."

At this moment, Nicky's scream was particularly loud.

…

Bang!

Another ball in the hole.

Ryan, who was very proud of the shot he just made, straightened up triumphantly. After some observation, when he was about to make another shot, he felt a sudden feeling of hunger in his stomach.

He glanced at the empty wine bottle beside him, frowned slightly, and shouted towards the kitchen:

"Kenny! Is dinner ready? I'm so hungry."

Kenny didn't respond.

Thinking that the music he was playing was too loud, Ryan turned it off and called Kenny again, but the latter still didn't reply.

"Kenny?"

"Kenny!!"

"Damn it! You're not going to put down what you're doing and masturbate alone, are you?"

"I swear! If you haven't prepared dinner yet, I will kick your balls out."

Ryan put down his cue and shouted as he walked towards the kitchen.

Soon, when he came to the kitchen and looked at the vegetables that had not yet been cut, Ryan said "Fuck".

It was exactly as he guessed.

He glanced at the door that was pushed open on the wall.

Thinking Kenny had run here, he walked right in.

"You guys are still hiding far away."

Inside, looking at the downward passage, Ryan sighed and continued deeper without thinking.

"Don't let me catch you, Kenny. Otherwise I will make you feel my bear... Shet!"

Suddenly, Ryan's words changed and he shouted in horror.

"Damn it! What the hell happened here!"

Arriving at the underground wine cellar, the first thing I saw was the blood scattered everywhere, and the traces of a long blood trail dragging on the ground to another iron door.

Ryan's body trembled suddenly.

Chapter 115 Chapter 115 Night Chase

"Kenny?"

Ryan shouted tremblingly into the iron door.

no respond.

Looking at the depth of the iron gate on the other side that was like a black hole swallowing everything, he thought for a while and still didn't dare to go in. He quickly turned around and ran up as fast as he could.

He wants to escape from here! He wants to call the police!

Poof!

Before he had taken two steps, a sharp iron hook suddenly penetrated his chest from behind.

Ryan stared blankly at the hook protruding from his chest.

"No!!!"

With blood pouring from his chest, he desperately tried to continue climbing up.

Useless.

It was like dragging a pig, amidst the vibrating sound of the iron rope. No matter how hard Rui Rui struggled, he still retreated uncontrollably, until he reached the depths of the iron gate.

…

Second floor.

Heather, who vaguely seemed to hear something moving downstairs, stopped and listened carefully, but found nothing.

She just thought it was Ryan and Kenny having a fight, she shook her head and opened another door without paying attention.

The area is large, this should be the master bedroom.

Heather picked up a simple-looking perfume bottle on the table and smelled the perfume still inside.

It smells very good, I don’t know what brand it is.

She put down the perfume, went to the closet next to her, reached out to open it, looked at the beautiful dresses inside, and smiled slightly on her face.

My grandmother must be a person who lives an exquisite life.

Thinking like this, Heather closed the closet.

Suddenly, she was startled.