Kill through American horror, starting from the witches' coven

In the hospital ward.

Just as Robb was enjoying Zoe's meticulous care, a sudden exclamation sounded:

"What a pure love! It reminds me of my youth."

Robb and Zoe were startled and looked in the direction of the voice. They didn't know when a woman with long orange hair wearing a shawl dress, lace long gloves, and a lady's dress appeared on the chair in the ward.

"Who are you?" Zoe stood up and asked the strange woman politely.

"Me? I'm the same as you, Zoe. You can call me Myrtle." The woman named Myrtle took off her sunglasses and introduced herself with a smile.

"Same kind?" Thinking of what her mother said before, Zoe was surprised, "You...are you a witch?"

"Dear, you should ask 'Are you a witch too?' Now you are one of us."

Myrtle stood up and walked over. While Zoe was not used to it, he stroked her face as if appreciating a beautiful painting and said,

"I rushed here immediately after the Council received your mother's letter. Now there are fewer and fewer girls who awaken the Salem bloodline. Every discovery is a great news for the Council."

"Zoe, are you ready? Go to New Orleans and join your true home."

Hearing this, Zoe first glanced at Robb, who had been very quiet since Myrtle appeared, and then turned to Myrtle and shook her head and said, "No! I don't want to go to New Orleans, I want to stay here!"

Myrtle smiled Yi Chen sighed and said, "My dear, this is not something you want to do or not. The Council has the responsibility to protect the safety of every witch. Although it is not the Middle Ages now, the persecution of witches has always existed. Just a few days ago, a girl who awakened the power of a witch like you was burned alive by a group of fools as a devil. Zoe, you don't want to end up like this. In addition..."

At this point, Myrtle suddenly looked at Robb on the bed, with surprise on her face, "Not everyone can be as lucky as your boyfriend to crawl back from the underworld. Zoe, you need to learn to control your power. Am I right, the boy named Robb?"

"Yes... yes." Facing the eyes of the real witch, Robb, who had been voluntarily acting as a background wall before, smiled reluctantly.

He recognized Myrtle the first time he saw her.

After all, her Myrtle dress was too conspicuous.

It was because he recognized the other party's identity that Robb had been quietly being a handsome man.

With his weak arms and legs, he didn't want to get involved in a fight with a bunch of brain-challenged witches.

Although he was somewhat touched by Zoe's reluctance to go to the witch academy for his sake, he would rather not have this feeling.

Especially now that Myrtle was looking at him with curious eyes, as if dissecting a corpse.

"I know the abilities of the witches of the Benson family very well. In history, there has never been a case of someone surviving after being hurt. I have to say, Robb, you gave me another surprise." Myrtle said to Robb with a smile.

Robb's face moved unnaturally: "Should I say I'm honored?"

"Of course. You survived from a deadly situation, Robb, your vitality is commendable. If I hadn't discovered that you have wizard blood in your body, I would have thought you were an unawakened wizard. But you are different from ordinary people after all."

Myrtle looked at Robb meaningfully, then turned to Zoe and said, "Dear, I know you can't bear to leave your boyfriend. Let's put it this way, Spalding, the butler of the boarding school, is old and needs a successor. Since your boyfriend knows the existence of witches and he is a little special, let him go to New Orleans with you."

Zoe's face was happy. As long as she didn't separate from her boyfriend, this result would be good.

She looked at Robb immediately with a heartbeat.

Robb felt his scalp tingling.

Let him live with a group of witches? And be a servant?

NO! ! !

Robb shook his head and said, "I won't go!"

He looked at Zoe who looked disappointed, and said with a "deep affection": "Zoe, Ms. Myrtle is right. As a witch, you need to find your companions. This is not only for your safety, but also for you to better assume the identity of a witch. It's not too late to come back after you graduate from school. Don't worry! I will always wait for you!"

Although it is very likely that Zoe will find a new lover, for the sake of his own life, Robb is still willing to let go.

Question: How to stay away from danger in a world with a familiar plot.

Answer: Of course, stay away from the protagonist.

Robb is ready to go to China.

With his fluent English, he can definitely find a good job there.

"Robb!!"

At the same timeWhen Zoe heard Robb say this, the disappointment on her face instantly turned into touching.

Just as she was about to pounce on Robb again and express her love to him, Myrtle interrupted and said, "Mr. Robb, I'm not asking for your opinion. For the Council, in order to protect the safety of witches, outsiders are not allowed to know our existence."

Robb's heart tightened, and he forced a smile and said, "Witches should be able to make potions. Is there a kind of potion that makes people forget things? I'm willing to drink a cup."

"Of course. It's just that it will mess up the brain of the person who drinks the potion into an idiot."

"Forget it."

Robb, who didn't want to be in a bad mood in his future life, shook his head immediately.

"Is there really no room for negotiation?"

"Yes. One is that Robb, you take the initiative to go with us. Second, well..."

Myrtle clapped her hands, and the next second, two tall and strong men wearing black suits and black sunglasses walked in.

"Let them take you away."

Myrtle's words undoubtedly blocked all of Robb's escape routes.

Looking at the sturdy man whose arms were thicker than his thighs, Robb sighed, rationally recognized the reality, and stopped resisting:

"I'd better take the initiative."

"Dear, I thought about it seriously again, and I'm still not sure if you can go to a strange city alone. Let me stay with you in the future."

"Dear Robb..."

......

Boom~Boom~

The train to New Orleans roared.

No matter which world it is, American trains are hard to describe.

Robb, who was shaking all the way, was not sleepy.

Zoe, who was used to all this, put her head on his shoulder and fell asleep with a sweet smile on her face.

Robb helped his cheap girlfriend who was about to fall down again, then looked at Myrtle and the men in suits sitting on the other side of the aisle, and closed his eyes.

It's not that he closed his eyes to rest.

Rather, he was staring at a book in his mind that shouldn't be here.

The moment he broke free from his shackles and spoke to Zoe and her daughter, a picture of a book appeared in his mind.

Over this period of time, the outline that was just a few simple strokes gradually turned into substance.

At this moment, not long after he closed his eyes, the book finally completed the last stroke.

"This is..."

Looking at the complete appearance of the book in his mind, Robb's face was full of surprise.