Kill through American horror, starting from the witches' coven

"They did make a great decision. But Fiona wouldn't, right?" Madison spread her hands.

"That's right." Cordelia nodded heavily, "So, the leader of all time, the current Supreme Witch, has become the biggest threat to the Witch Group now."

"To protect your safety, and to protect Misty and Nan. Fiona must not be informed of the next resurrection ceremony. She must leave here. For this reason, we must immediately notify the Council, and then..."

After discovering Fiona's sinister intentions through the Sky Eye, Cordelia, who is completely opposite to her mother's character, has made a decision. At this moment, she told Robb, Zoe, and Madison in the same camp.

Listening to Cordelia's plan, Robb pondered in his heart.

......

In the bedroom on the second floor.

Fiona, who lay down as soon as she entered the room, did not move for a long time.

She was really tired.

Not only because of her old age, but also because of the continuous withdrawal of mana in her body.

Especially tonight, she clearly felt that her power was being sucked away faster and faster.

A witch who made her jealous and envious, full of youth and vitality, was greedily devouring everything that originally belonged to her.

If not, how could she fail to take down the voodoo queen who was getting weaker year by year, and was chased by witch hunters.

If she was still in her prime, if her body was still healthy and energetic...

Fiona grabbed her head and looked at a handful of dry hair falling between her fingers, and she couldn't help but clench her fist.

Clang.

A sound rang in the room.

Fiona ignored it.

Then, another louder sound rang.

Fiona finally looked up.

I saw that a chair that was originally placed well fell to the ground.

Under Fiona's gaze, a corner of the table suddenly broke.

It was as if someone had chopped it with a knife.

Fiona sniffed and said self-deprecatingly: "What? Even evil spirits dare to provoke me now?"

No one responded.

The door of the room creaked open.

"Okay. Then I'll go see who has such courage."

Fiona sneered a few times, stood up, and staggered out of the door.

Under the guidance of the unknown existence, she came to Cordelia's room, which was also the room she lived in when she was in school, and pushed the door open.

Looking at the empty environment except for the furniture.

She thought about it, covered her eyes with her palms, and chanted a mysterious spell.

When her palms were removed and her eyes opened again, she saw a middle-aged man in a suit in front of her, smiling and greeting her.

"An evil spirit trapped between reality and hell, unable to break free?" Fiona looked at the man in front of her in confusion, "Why didn't I find you before?"

The middle-aged man explained in a hoarse voice: "Because you are so powerful that you are about to die, you can naturally explore more information about the dead."

"Thank you for reminding me that I am about to die." Fiona laughed and said, "Do you need me to help you get rid of it first?"

"Not for now." The middle-aged man looked at Fiona affectionately and said, "Compared to leaving this place that has bound me for so many years, I would rather accompany you more in the next time."

"Oh?"

Fiona's face was full of surprise and surprise.

After her face aged, no man expressed his love to her for a long time.

Fiona was interested: "Who are you? Why are you here?"

The middle-aged man said: "People outside call me the Axe Killer, you can call me Danny. As for being here, it's the credit of your witch ancestors."

"Is it the famous Axe Killer in New Orleans? The one who likes jazz?"

"Yes. But compared to jazz, I like someone more now. That's you, Fiona!"

The Axe Killer told Fiona everything about him with admiration.

To put it bluntly, it was a ghost who could never leave this room and watched Fiona, who had lived here since she was very young, grow up bit by bit.

After witnessing for so many years, he was deeply fascinated by her, even if Fiona was old, it didn't change at all.

Fiona didn't expect that there was still someone who loved her so passionately.

"Very good."

Looking at the Axe Killer in front of her, a smile appeared on her face.

......

The next morning.

When Fiona, who was in a good mood and radiant, came down from upstairs, Cordelia, Robb, Zoe and Madison were sitting together.

"You got up very early." Fiona greeted them in a good mood and thenShe said to the kitchen, "Delphi, prepare twice as much breakfast for me. I have a good appetite today."

Delphi did not respond.

Fiona frowned slightly and shouted again, "Delphi?"

"No need to shout, Delphi is not here." Cordelia stood up with a cane and said, "Today is a critical moment for the witch group. She and Spalding are not suitable to be here."

"Critical moment? What do you mean?" Fiona asked in confusion.

Just as she finished her words, a wave of mana sounded.

Suddenly, three uninvited guests appeared behind her.

Fiona turned her head and looked at them, her eyes suddenly fixed and said, "Really... rare guests!"

"Long time no see, Fiona."

The leader, Myrtle, who was also very familiar to Robb and Zoe, greeted Fiona with a smile.

Fiona's eyes flashed with coldness, and she quickly adjusted her mood and replied with sarcasm:

"Myrtle Snow, look at you, you are getting more and more fashionable. It's a pity that no one pays attention to you."

Ignoring Myrtle's ugly face, Fiona looked at the short man in a suit and a top hat on Myrtle's left hand side and said with a smile,

"Quentin, you are a hateful old gay."

"Fiona, you are a crazy woman."

That being said, the two of them still kissed her enthusiastically.

Finally, Fiona looked at the meticulously dressed old-fashioned woman on Myrtle's right, and her face became much lighter:

"Pembroke."

After saying that, she snorted coldly, and then ignored the other party. She sat on the sofa beside her, crossed her legs, and asked:

"What do you old guys in the council have to say when you suddenly come here?"

Pembroke explained with a straight face: "The Witchcraft Council only gathers when the situation is serious."

Myrtle continued: "We received a report from a witch, and the target of the report is you, Fiona."

"The whole council came here in a big way this time just to target me?"

Fiona laughed and said casually, "Which witch reported it?"

"Me!"

Cordelia stood up and admitted with a firm expression.