Kill through American horror, starting from the witches' coven

"Madison, I have something to tell you."

The door opened, and Robb, who was not in a hurry to go in, turned his head and said with a serious expression.

Madison, who was putting on makeup, said without raising her head: "What's wrong? You want me not to tell your Black Widow girlfriend that we had sex? Don't worry, it won't be long before I will make her join in willingly."

"That's good... Wait!"

Robb, who was almost led off the topic, quickly put away his longing expression and said seriously: "That's not what I want to say. Madison, it's best not to tell others about your awakened new ability after you go back, especially Fiona."

Hearing this, Madison finally put down the mirror, raised her head and asked in confusion: "Why?"

She was still thinking about showing off her ability in front of a group of witches.

Robb simply explained: "There will be a Supreme Witch in every generation of Salem witches. The old ones will grow old and the new ones will take over. But the handover between two generations of Supreme Witches is not so peaceful. The new young Supreme Witch will absorb the magic power of the previous generation of Supreme Witch faster until the other party dies."

"Think about it, what would the previous generation of Supreme Witch think when she witnessed her vitality being lost? It would be fine if she knew the general situation. What if she was attached to everything in the world and was afraid of death?"

"What would she think about the source of her own decline? What would she do?"

Madison's face sank.

She grew up in the Hollywood environment where white paper would turn black if put into it. Compared with her peers, she recognized the reality and cruelty of this society earlier.

Judging others by her own experience, she continued thoughtfully, "If I were the Supreme Witch, I would kill the next generation of successors and stop my own decline."

Robb said meaningfully, "Fiona's attitude can be known through her biological daughter, Cordelia. So, Madison, don't expose your talent. If it doesn't work, you can tell others about your heart murmur symptoms."

At least you know me and I know your relationship.

In order to prevent Madison from being considered the next Supreme Witch by Fiona as the original trajectory, and then being cut in the throat, Robb wanted to save her.

Madison obviously listened to the persuasion.

She nodded solemnly, and then said in confusion, "What does this have to do with heart murmurs?"

She was not surprised that Robb knew this. After all, the two of them had been together for a while, and she did not avoid each other, and occasionally used instruments to check her heartbeat.

Robb looked at her, thought for a while and said, "People who become the Supreme Witch are always in good health, without exception."

Madison was stunned.

After several seconds, she gritted her teeth and said, "Fuck!"

This news was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue for her who was determined to become the Supreme Witch.

"Is it really like this? How do you know so much?" She asked unwillingly.

Robb said casually, "I'll flip through the books in the academy when I have nothing to do. I'm very interested in the history of witches."

Madison, knowing that Robb would not deliberately lie to her, was silent.

"Open your eyes, Madison. You should know that there are more than just Salem witches in this world. Not being able to become the Supreme Witch does not mean that you cannot become stronger. Isn't the magic power in your body still growing rapidly during this period?"

Robb looked at Madison.

With his spiritual perception, he could find that the power of the witch in Madison's body was increasing rapidly like a rocket in the past three days.

Obviously, this adventure accelerated the awakening and development of her witch bloodline.

Robb couldn't envy her even if he wanted to.

Who told him that he didn't have wizard bloodline.

"Witch, the evil spirits have come out, who knows if there will be any strange legends in the future. Maybe there will be a way to treat your physiological heart murmur. Or learn a stronger power besides witches." Robb comforted.

"Thank you for your good words. If there is such a good thing, remember to call me." Madison calmed down and said, "Also, thank you for reminding me."

"It should be."

After Robb responded, he drove into the manor.

There, Cordelia, Zoe, Queenie, Nan, and a middle-aged fat woman in a maid outfit were waiting.

"Robb, I'm glad you're okay!"

As soon as Robb got out of the car, he was hugged tightly by a soft body. It was Zoe who didn't want to wait any longer.

On the side, Madison, who also got off the car and had covered up the heavy look on his face, first glanced at Zoe who was passionately throwing herself into Robb's arms, then noticed the strange maid in the house, and interrupted the two people's intimacy with bright eyes:

"It's only been a few days, how come there is another maid? Robb, it looks like you're going to be unemployed."

Hearing this, Robb, who felt a little awkward being intimate in public, patted Zoe on the back andAfter putting it down, he smiled and responded: "If that's the case, then I'm too pitiful. Principal Cordelia, you won't really fire me, right?"

"Of course not, Delphi was just an accident." Cordelia smiled, "There will always be a place for you here, Robb."

"That's good."

Robb breathed a sigh of relief, and his eyes swept across the gloomy Delphi.

This fat woman was Mrs. LaLaurie, who had lived for more than two hundred years after being cursed by the voodoo witch.

Robb said that he was willing to take a dozen of such a curse that could make people immortal and could not be killed no matter how hard they tried.

"Come in, there is a real welcoming party waiting for you inside. By the way, tell everyone about the whole process of solving the evil spirit." Cordelia said at this time.

Robb and Madison nodded, and after walking into the house with everyone, they spoke with great emotion and exaggerated about the thrilling experience of fighting against the evil spirit.

......

Thousands of miles away.

Just as Robb was boasting about his great achievements to a group of witches and housewives.

Alpena County, Green Town.

Although Heather had been taken in, there were no more roars and footsteps at night.

But three days was too short after all.

Even if there were doubts in their hearts, the people who remained in Green Town still maintained the necessary fear and vigilance.

The town was as deserted as ever.

In this environment, three black SUVs drove in here and headed straight for the cemetery where Heather was buried.

The car door opened.

Led by two people in black suits, a team of ten people wearing black combat uniforms, armed to the teeth, but without any department logo, got off the car and took out some high-tech equipment that looked obviously sophisticated.

Five minutes later, the armed personnel who were operating in front of the instrument screen said: "No supernatural entity was found."

The suited man in the lead exclaimed lightly, and then looked at his companions beside him.

The latter understood and quickly opened the heavily insured silver suitcase he was carrying, took out the only ancient compass inside, injected a bottle of 100 ml of blood into it, and said:

"Where is Heather Naimark?"

Instantly, the needle on the compass started to spin desperately.

One minute, two minutes...

Seeing the creepy scream coming from the still spinning compass, he no longer hesitated and quickly put it back into the suitcase and closed the box tightly. After the scream stopped, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It seems that Heather Naimark is still here, but she has left here."

The leader of the men in suits nodded: "Generally, evil spirits will not leave the range of activities in front of it. Obviously, someone took it away."

"Do we need to find that person?"

"No need. No matter what his purpose is, he will eventually use it, or be used by it. This also saves us trouble."

"But..."

"No buts. Are you the saint of the Savior Sect?"

"...No."

"That's not good. Let it play outside for a while, so as not to dirty our hands."