My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Are you crazy?"

Rick let go of his hand and said hurriedly: "You don't know what's going on now, so you just hold a flashlight and walk around arrogantly?"

"Do you think we don't die quickly enough?"

"Why are you all here?" Alice then noticed that Rick was not the only one here.

The red-haired girl and another person also gathered together.

"You're talking nonsense." Rick stood at the wooden door and poked his head outside: "We were all captured by that pervert."

"Now think of a way to escape. That pervert caught us all together and must have wanted to do something."

He said in horror: "And that kind of thing is definitely something we don't want to see."

"Where are we?"

Alice asked with a trembling voice: "Why does this place seem so familiar?"

"Slaughterhouse."

The red-haired girl nodded and said with certainty: "The graffiti opposite was painted by me."

Looking in the direction she pointed, opposite was a big pink dico spray-painted on the wall.

"damn it."

Alice also recalled it and quickly came up with an idea: "There is only one exit here, let's find it quickly."

She was no stranger to this place.

I used to play here a lot. When I was in high school, I and a group of people around me threw a few nerds in and played tricks.

It wasn't until those nerds were so scared that they peed their pants that they were allowed to leave.

Just then, footsteps sounded nearby.

A group of people quickly covered their mouths, and Rick clenched his fists as he was about to make a move.

After a while, a man with yellow hair shrunk his head and took out a dagger with a cold light shining on it.

"Ed."

Rick shushed slightly and waved at the man.

"Shet." Ed was startled. When he noticed a few people hiding in the room, he put down his dagger and walked over quickly.

"We all live in a yellow submarine."

At this time, a song came from afar.

The tune is cheerful and the voice is childish.

That somewhat innocent voice echoed throughout the basement.

The voice sang twice and then stopped.

Several people here turned pale instantly when they heard that happy, childlike voice.

At this time, the voice seemed extremely terrifying, making their hair stand on end.

Although they never paid attention to what happened before, when they heard this voice, everyone thought of the mentally retarded girl who fell into the river and died while they were chasing her.

"Fakeyu!"

Alice trembled and roared: "No matter who you are, we are not afraid of you."

What she responded to was an explosive roar.

That voice made several people here look at each other, and they were suddenly frightened and their two sides trembled.

Outside the basement, Ethan used the radar and observed that the light spots inside began to move.

He looked at Blake, a smile appearing on his lips.

The latter picked up the double-barreled shotgun and headed inside. What Ethan did could be said to be unnecessary in the eyes of outsiders.

But she strongly agreed. She wanted the people who bullied and killed Liz to die in fear.

"Wait a moment."

Ethan held her shoulders and pulled Blake back: "You are outside."

"Just close the iron door. You don't have to worry about anything else."

"no."

Blake shook his head quickly and said firmly: "This is my business, I have to do it myself."

"On this matter." Ethan pinched her face:

"Listen to me, okay?"

This kind of thing is not something ordinary people can bear.

Involving her would only give Blake a lifelong nightmare.

It doesn't matter to him, he has already dealt with enough of this kind of scum and his nerves are tough enough.

"Then be careful."

Blake hesitated for a moment and put down the double-barreled shotgun.

"Don't worry, it's no problem at all." Ethan patted her face and unzipped his jacket.

Looking inside the iron door, his eyes turned completely cold.

The clothes and pants were all placed in Blake's hands to prevent them from getting dirty later.

The chainsaw is placed next to it.

Grasp the handle with your palm, the muscles of your forearm swell, and you can lift the chainsaw steadily.

"Wait a minute."

Blake stopped him, took out his cell phone from his pocket and said through gritted teeth: "I need to let these people know who is coming to the door."

Moving her fingers quickly, she put her phone into the gap in the iron door.

The next moment, Liz's voice sounded.

The sound was very pleasant, echoing in the basement.

The audio file will be played quickly.

Hearing the yelling and cursing inside, Blake was full of smiles and reached out to help Ethan push open the iron door with a skull painted on it.

Texas, chainsaw.

Damn, these two words have an inexplicable sense of harmony.

Looking at the heavy thing in his hand, Ethan grabbed the handle of the rope and pulled hard.

"boom!"

The crackling sound made his adrenaline secrete wildly.

He strode in and the iron door slowly closed from behind.

Hearing the sound of the doorknob being jammed outside, Ethan looked around. This basement had now become his hunting ground.

Small things like daggers and flashlights.

It was reserved specifically for them, just think of it as a way to have some fun for yourself.

"Alice~"

Ethan licked his lips and shouted with a smile: "Don't be afraid, I'll be your friend!"

Swinging the chain saw, he whistled briskly and walked inside.

Under the guidance of the radar, everyone had nowhere to hide. Their fingers pressed the switch and the sawtooth rotated wildly.

Cries for mercy and curses arose everywhere.

The roar of the chain saw echoed throughout the basement.

The grinding sound of cutting was heard through the iron door, and Blake stared blankly at the broken window high on the wall of the slaughterhouse.

"Boom!"

There was a flash of bright light, followed by a soul-shaking muffled thunder.

The heavy rain followed, getting heavier and heavier.

The continuous water droplets seemed to wash away all the filth in the world.

"Dong dong."

I don’t know how long it took, but there was a gentle knock on the iron door: “It’s me.”

Blake quickly took off the double-barreled shotgun mounted on the door handle and looked nervously at the iron door.

"Squeak."

The iron door was slowly opened, and the strong smell of blood came.

Along with the smell of blood, there is also an evil spirit.

Blake was hit by the breath and couldn't help but take a half step back.

The person inside the iron gate slowly walked out like a ferocious beast, with strong muscles on his upper body covered in bright red spots.

Blake didn't come back to reality until he saw that familiar smile.

"Thanks."

Regardless of everything, she was about to pounce on him.

The movements just now made her tremble in her heart. This was really not something she could do.

In Blake's view, Ethan chose to step into hell with half a foot for his own sake.

"don't want."

Ethan quickly stretched out his hand to stop her movement: "Take out the things in the backpack."

There were many bloodshot eyes in his eyes.

The feeling brought about by this kind of thing made his breath become hot, and he wanted to find something more to wreak havoc on.

But his reason told him that it was important to finish the job.