Kill through American horror, starting from the witches' coven

"Too late."

Chantal stopped Fiona.

Seeing the situation was not good, Robb didn't care about anything else, raised his AR15, and fired at Mary.

A broken thick stone slab rose from the ruins and blocked all the bullets.

After doing all this, Mary looked coldly at Robb who fired the cold gun, and without delay, she drank the black and red blood in one gulp.

In a flash, Mary's belly swelled like a ten-month pregnancy.

The blood vessels in her body were wriggling like snakes, and her eyes were already dark and she opened her mouth wide.

Woo woo woo~~~

Accompanied by the howling wind of the evil spirits, a large amount of black and red mist rushed out of Mary's mouth like a bottomless pit.

Before Robb and others could react, the strange fog that covered the sky and the sun was like a rolling wave, and in an instant, it submerged them all.

"Now, the identities of hunter and prey have been reversed." Mary announced with a sneer.

"Go! Kill them!"

"Yes!"

The surviving voodoo cultists walked into the thick fog with murderous intent.

......

Everything happened too fast.

When the black and red strange fog swept over, Robb, who had no time to join others, subconsciously held his breath, fearing that the gas was poisonous.

Not long after, his face was stunned.

In the blink of an eye, the surrounding black and red strange fog disappeared.

Instead, there was a maze-like place made of flesh and blood and countless towering walls.

"What the hell is this?"

Robb thought he was hallucinating, and subconsciously pinched himself hard.

It hurt.

It didn't seem like an illusion, nor was it a dream.

He reached out and touched the flesh and blood wall again.

It was very real and disgusting.

Robb retracted his palm and was about to explore the way ahead.

The silent flesh and blood wall suddenly cracked dozens of times, and dozens of black arms quickly stretched out from inside, grabbed him, and dragged him into the wall.

"Shit!"

Robb was caught off guard and fell to the flesh and blood wall.

Seeing that the flesh and blood wall was rolling in the huge waves, a huge crack was torn from top to bottom, just waiting to eat him.

At the critical moment, he quickly drew out the dagger, swept with all his strength, and cut off dozens of black arms.

The pulling force weakened, and Robb, who stood firm again, did not dare to be careless. With the blade flashing continuously, he finally cut off all the arms.

But this was just the beginning.

After the severed arm retreated into the gap timidly, as the flesh and blood wall kept squirming, a new black arm with disgusting mucus and flesh and blood residue stretched out, determined to make Robb, a living person, merge with himself and others.

Crack!

In a moment of carelessness, the AR15 hung on his chest that he had just bought was directly torn apart.

Robb had no time to feel distressed.

Seeing that the black arms were endless, he dared not stay any longer, took a big step back, and ran in another direction while moving away from the flesh and blood wall.

At this moment, the flesh and blood palace composed of countless walls seemed to wake up.

No matter where Robb ran, the flesh and blood walls that kept wriggling around would stretch out arms and keep grabbing him.

Robb could only use his pistol and dagger to clear the way and run non-stop.

"What the hell is this place? A maze?"

The pistol bullets were quickly used up, and Robb, who could only wield the dagger, frowned and said.

He didn't know how Mary did all this.

Calculated by the distance he just ran, no matter how many detours he took, he should have run out of the area where Mary's hair salon was located in reality.

But the reality is that there is still a corridor made of flesh and blood in front of him, which seems to be endless.

What worried him even more was that as time went by, the walls on both sides were moving closer to the center at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This meant that if he didn't want to become a sandwich, he had to find an exit as soon as possible.

Robb sped up.

Just as he turned a corner, cut off the arm in front of him with a knife, and dodged the arm that attacked from the side, an obscure voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

In an instant, Robb felt like he was falling into the water, and every step he took was extremely difficult.

His speed slowed down.

Seeing this, the arms on the surrounding walls stretched out excitedly and caught him easily.

After a few breaths, countless pairs of black palms almost covered his whole body.

Seeing that Robb was powerless no matter how he struggled, he was about to be dragged into the wall of flesh and blood.

A black man with bird feathers on his head and red tattoos on his face came out.

The sudden slowdown of Robb's speed just now was the result of his slow curse.

Looking at the prey who looked desperate at the moment, he made a gesture of cuttingThroat salute, in a good mood, speaking a lot of slang that outsiders can't understand.

Voodoo and Salem witches have a deep blood feud.

It is definitely a happy thing for him to kill one.

Boom~~

An accident happened.

A ball of crimson flame suddenly rose from Robb's right arm.

Compared with bullets and blades, flames are obviously more frightening to the black arm.

When part of the arm was burned more black by the flames and collapsed at the touch, and when the remaining arm was afraid to shrink back, Robb's right hand holding the dagger was released.

No nonsense.

Silver light flashed swiftly.

With Robb's full-strength throw, accompanied by a sharp friction sound of breaking through the air, the dagger flew towards the black man at a very fast speed.

The black man, who was still excited just now, suddenly changed his face.

He wanted to dodge, but the dagger came too fast.

He could only watch it pierce deeply into his chest.

Blood was flying everywhere.

The black man looked at all this in a daze, and stretched out his hand to grab the dagger on his body, but halfway through, his arm collapsed weakly.

Plop.

The black man fell heavily without any life.

Robb, who had cleaned his arm, came over, took back the dagger, looked at the black man's body and said, "Idiot, don't you know that most villains die from nonsense at the last moment?"

From the moment he felt his speed involuntarily slowed down, Robb knew that he had encountered a new enemy.

But at that time, he didn't find the other party's whereabouts, and with the threat of the surrounding flesh and blood wall, he deliberately let the black arm grab him.

If the other party never appeared, then he could only turn into a fire man to break free.

If the other party appeared, just like just now, he would take advantage of his complacency and kill him with one blow.

Now it seems that this guy is quite easy to deceive.

Noticing the new page of the shelter book, Robb, who was in a very urgent situation, did not look closely. After taking a glance at the black man's ability, he did not hesitate to directly put the 60 shelter points he had just harvested into [Spirituality].

The previous continuous consumption made his already limited spirituality almost exhausted.

Knowing that the black arm and even the flesh and blood wall were afraid of fire, he naturally knew what to choose.

[Spirituality: 1.0] → [Spirituality: 1.6]

Feeling that the spirituality in his body was much more filled, Robb exhaled slightly.