Kill through American horror, starting from the witches' coven

"Thomas, is that woman really a witch? I mean, do witches really exist in reality?"

"Of course! How could a young woman live alone in this swamp? Only those evil witches would hide in remote and deserted places and do all kinds of evil experiments."

"Maybe she just likes the wilderness? I've seen a lot of people with such mental problems on YouTube."

"No! I'm sure she is a witch!"

At this point, Thomas' eyes flashed with fear, disgust, and the urge to destroy her.

"I saw her put her palm on the dead crocodile, and the crocodile came back to life not long after. That's blasphemy! It's the devil wreaking havoc!" Thomas said excitedly.

Although his hands were covered in blood, it did not prevent him from being a devout believer.

Green was not so pious, shrugged and said: "Okay. Are you sure you didn't see it wrong?"

"Of course! I promise in the name of the hunter!"

"That's fine. Let's kill her."

"But before that, Thomas, give me some time, let me enjoy the witch. Speaking of which, she is really a charming girl!"

Green said with a smile that all men understand.

Thomas knew his partner's hobbies, and didn't care: "It's up to you, but be quick. This is also a punishment for the witch."

Green said excitedly: "Yes! It's a punishment! Thomas, you make a lot of sense."

"Of course, I have read it..."

Halfway through the words, Thomas suddenly paused, stopped his body, stopped Green and suddenly said:

"Have you ever thought about what kind of punishment we will receive?"

"Ah?" Green looked at his partner's abnormal behavior with a puzzled look on his face, and asked puzzledly, "Thomas, what are you talking about?"

"I'm saying... Huh? Why did I say that just now?"

Thomas looked at a loss.

Bang! Bang!

Two gunshots rang out instantly.

While startling a flock of flying birds, the bewildered Thomas and the puzzled Green were silent.

Not far away, Robb, who had finished his mind control and shooting, put down the M4 carbine on his shoulder, and made an OK gesture to Misty behind him:

"All solved."

After last night's battle, although his guns and ammunition were exhausted, he looted more weapons from the bodies of the witch hunters, which can be said to be full of martial virtue.

Now dealing with just two swamp hunters, not the imagined witch hunters, is naturally easy.

Robb didn't know that the top leaders of the witch hunter action team were blown to pieces by witchcraft last night, and without a leader, they had already withdrawn from New Orleans.

He brought Misty to the bodies of Thomas and Green, looked at the two people with bullets in their foreheads, silently gave himself a thumbs up, and asked: "Do you know them?"

Misty thought for a moment, pointed at Thomas and said: "I think I have met him once."

"It seems that you have to be more careful in the future. Living alone in the swamp is controversial. Remember, compared to those ferocious animals, humans are much more dangerous."

Robb bent down, took the hunting rifles from the two hunters, and handed them to Misty.

"Remember this lesson. If you meet someone and feel that he has bad intentions, don't hesitate, just shoot."

"This is not only for your own safety, but also to contribute to the growing population pressure and increasingly damaged ecological balance of the earth."

Rober said with a sacred sense of mission on his face,

"For a while, I liked the director of the Universal Family Planning Office, Purple Potato Spirit, but I can't be as selfless as him. If I were to allocate half of the survivors, I would keep all my own people. As for outsiders, men, transsexuals, transgender people, people who think they are neither male nor female, people who think they are sometimes male and sometimes female... oh, and ugly women, all of these people should be wiped out. Only beautiful women with normal body and mind are left. That's the right thing to do."

"Unfortunately, there is still a long way to go!"

Finally, he sighed with regret.

Misty clenched the shotgun and nodded repeatedly as if she had heard it.

She has her own understanding.

If all those people who like to hunt animals and have ugly minds were gone, then many animals would not have to become extinct, and they could even multiply.

Such a world would be more wonderful.

That’s how she thought.

Looking at the life mentor in front of her who was a great temptation to her both mentally and physically, Misty could no longer hold back and dropped her hunting rifle, rushed into Robb’s arms, and wrapped her strong legs around Robb’s waist tightly, leaning forward to express her joy enthusiastically.

Robb didn’t say anything this time.There was a refusal.

After the battle in the movies, the hero and the beauty always have a 360-degree French kiss without dead angles.

But when Misty was not satisfied with the status quo and wanted to use the sky as a blanket and the ground as a bed to have a female knight on top, Robb still stopped her.

It's not that he was suspenseful.

Now Nan is still lying dead, and a bunch of people are at home, waiting for him to take them back quickly.

It's a bit disrespectful to enjoy it by yourself at this time.

Although Misty felt a little regretful, she still climbed up from Robb obediently.

"I'll get some feces for treatment." Misty kissed Robb on the face and ran to her room.

In Misty's house, many things were messed up by Thomas and Green who came without notice.

Misty's favorite record player was still well preserved.

Accompanied by the light singing of Stevie Nicks on loop.

Misty, who was not affected by her mood, danced and hummed a song while skillfully putting the gray cement-looking feces into her bag while merging the clumps of Tillandsia and crocodile excrement.

Robb, who was watching all this, made a firm decision in his heart.

Absolutely! Misty must not use her hands!

......

Robb set out in the morning.

After going back and forth and dealing with two swamp hunters on the way, he drove Misty back to the Witch Academy around noon.

Watching the iron gate open, a three-story, large white and elegant house appeared in front of her full of flowers and green trees. Misty was very curious and said, "It's a beautiful house. Are all the people living in it witches?"

"Except Cordelia, there are young witches of your age inside. You have seen Zoe, Nan, and Madison. Nan, who we are going to save this time, is the only one of your age you don't know." Robb explained.

"By the way. If your idol Stevie Nicks is really the White Witch, after saving Nan, you can ask Cordelia to meet her. I don't think she will refuse."

"Really?"

"Of course!"

Instantly, Misty's eyes suddenly lit up, full of anticipation.