My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

As soon as Scott finished speaking, there was an exclamation from Carly in the utility room.

They ran over quickly, and Carly also rushed out of the utility room.

She looked at the people outside and her body couldn't stop shaking.

"Hair, a lot of hair in there."

"Let's get out of here right away." Ethan made a decision immediately.

The three students nodded quickly. It was obvious now that they had stepped into the murderer's den.

If they knew this, they would probably vomit on the spot.

He also had a certain guess in his mind that Dalia's joke was right and they really encountered a terrifying ogre.

Just as several people were hurriedly trying to go out, the sound of a car was heard outside.

Ethan stopped everyone, flew to the window, and looked out through the gap in the curtains.

Several pickup trucks and an old truck appeared on the road ahead, churning towards them.

At the end of the convoy, there was a trailer following. He looked intently. Behind it was towing their Chevrolet SUV and white station wagon.

"Shet."

Ethan cursed secretly, Francine and Evan, who did not leave with them just now, must be in trouble.

He turned around, ignoring everyone's panic, and quickly scanned the room.

Ethan stopped looking and pointed to the large wooden bed.

"Quickly, hide under the bed."

At this time, rushing out of the house with a group of unarmed people is seeking death.

The only option is to hide first and then think of a solution.

Scott lay on the ground and looked under the bed. It was filthy and covered with spider webs. He was still hesitating when Jesse kicked him in.

Several others followed and quickly got under the wooden bed.

Ethan looked around the room and made sure that the furnishings were similar to when they first came in. He then took off his backpack and threw it in, then leaned down and rolled under the bed.

There were too many people crowded inside, and his current position was too forced and he could easily be spotted.

Hearing the sound of a car closing the door outside, Ethan hurriedly shouted in a low voice:

"A little further in."

Scott could only close his eyes and press against the wall against the spider web. Jesse and Dahlia leaned closely together.

The sound of messy footsteps was heard, walking up the porch.

In desperation, Carly grabbed Ethan.

He no longer hesitated, used his arms hard, and turned over directly.

As soon as it became quiet inside, the door was pushed open.

The room suddenly became lively, but the people under the bed held their breath.

Ethan lay on Carly, silently counting the feet that appeared in sight.

I counted until thirteen, but no one came in.

There are thirteen people in total, and there is no chance of winning in this situation.

Ethan put his palm on Carly's mouth, and then winked at Dalia. He couldn't make any noise at this time.

Daria understood, and Jesse and she covered each other's mouths.

Heavy footsteps sounded, and several people walked towards this side at the same time. Then, there was a muffled sound, and heavy objects fell to the ground.

Ethan felt Carly's whole body tremble, and her heart beat violently.

He could only cover Carly's mouth tightly to prevent her from making any sound.

Carly's eyes were moistened instantly, and tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

More than a meter away from them, Francine fell to the ground.

With her only remaining eye, she stared blankly at her friends under the bed.

On the other eye, the arrow protruded, and blood slid down the arrow shaft to the ground.

Ethan covered Carly's mouth with his hand and pushed her face inside.

The scene in front of them is too scary for students who have not yet left school.

Several people inside also noticed Francine who fell to the ground.

Their whole bodies stiffened, their hands covering their mouths exhausted all their strength, and then they closed their eyes, unable to bear to look any more.

A low voice sounded, "You idiot, can you be careful?"

"It's okay, they all need cleaning anyway."

Another voice also sounded, and listening to them talking, everyone felt a sense of sluggishness.

"Hurry up and carry her in, get ready to eat."

Another deep voice sounded.

"Okay, Big Head."

There were echoes one after another, and then Francine was lifted up by several big hands and walked inside.

After a while, the few people just walked out in a hurry, and then returned with heavy footsteps.

One hand fell down helplessly and dragged on the ground.

Ethan narrowed his eyes. The bracelet on it looked familiar to him. The owner of the bracelet had been taken care of by him not long ago.

He sighed softly. Neither Francie nor Evan could escape.

The people in the house were sitting around the dining table as if they had finished hunting.

A woman's voice sounded and plates clinked.

"Wine, whiskey."

"Sure."

Indistinct cheers sounded, and someone slapped the table from time to time.

Soon, they started eating and drinking, and from time to time they burst into weird laughter.

Not long after, the sound of a car was heard outside the house again.

The door was pushed open and slow footsteps sounded.

"Oliver."

The chairs moved, and the dozen or so people who were dining stood up and greeted the visitors stammeringly.

The visitor stopped and shouted in a vague voice: "You bastards are not good at doing things, but you are very active in eating."

"Big head, let's talk."

Ethan and Dalia looked at each other when they heard the voice of the old man at the gas station.

There was silence in the room for a while, and the rich voice of the person who was in charge of the command sounded again. He said slowly:

"We searched along the road and didn't see the other people you mentioned."

"Don't worry, take a rest for a while. We will continue the search in the afternoon. There will be people on the way in. There are forests around for dozens of miles. No one has been able to escape after so many years."

Oliver walked to the dining table, pulled out a chair and sat down. "As long as you know, you should be more careful when arranging roadblocks in the future. It's not easy to sell a car if it's crashed."

A woman's voice sounded, saying flatteringly: "Oliver, this is the most tender position prepared for you."

Their lunch ended quickly and everyone else left.

Ethan quietly poked his head out. Two women were packing things at the dining table.

A tall man with a thick head stood in front of the wooden table beside the stove, waving a machete in his hand.

Every time there was a chopping sound, Carly underneath her body trembled.

After a while, Datou stopped what he was doing, and Ethan quickly took his head back.

Soon, there was a sound of gasping, a strong smell of blood approached, footsteps in the room were chaotic, and several people moved towards the wooden bed.

The wooden bed shook violently, and dust fell from the bed board.

The boards creaked.