Kill through American horror, starting from the witches' coven

Chapter 156

In a dim room.

The leader of the Heaven Organization, the head of the ruling party named Jim, the prophet, and the leader were looking at the horror story book on the table.

"Robb? Detective? So this is your identity."

Seeing the enemy of the Heaven Organization struggling in the big net woven by the horror story book, Jim smiled coldly and was about to raise his glass to celebrate while continuing to watch.

Suddenly!

A series of garbled characters suddenly appeared on the pages of the story book that had been written.

And when Robb easily killed the female evil spirit.

The writing on the page was paused, and even the garbled characters were not written anymore.

Seeing this, Jim, who was about to drink, stopped.

"What's going on?" He frowned.

Fortunately, this situation did not last too long.

Under Jim's gaze, the garbled characters on the pages and the previously written text were suddenly erased automatically.

Then, the sound of writing rang again, and turned to the next page.

The horror story book started working again.

"Although the appearance of the female evil spirit surprised Detective Robb, he had seen too many strange things during this period of time and had developed a very good skill. He quickly eliminated the female evil spirit."

"After the episode, the very responsible Detective Robb did not forget that he still had work to do. In order to get to the destination as soon as possible, he decided to cross the cornfield next to him and seek help from the locals. However, he didn't know that with the crows cawing in the sky, the real owner of the cornfield, the scarecrow, was opening his eyes in the sack and looking at him without blinking..."

Jim smiled again after taking in the new story in the book.

The horror story book that he spent a lot of money on was naturally more than just this ability.

The guy named Robb was able to kill David and his gang, and he was indeed very powerful.

It was normal that the female evil spirit described in the horror story book could not do anything to him.

But you have to know that horror story books are more than just this ability.

If you can't write the ending on one page, then write two pages.

If two pages are not enough, write three pages, four pages...

Jim looked at the blank page that was still a finger thick after spreading it out, and smiled confidently.

No matter how strong you are, the pile can still kill you...

...

Cornfield.

It looked fine from the outside, but when he really stepped into it, Robb felt like he had stepped into a maze. The dense and towering corn stalks that looked similar blocked his vision, and it was difficult to tell the specific direction for a while.

Fortunately, he confirmed the location of the house of the owner of the cornfield before entering, and just walked forward in a straight line.

Halfway through, Robb saw a scarecrow tied to a wooden frame, wearing a sack and holding a steel fork.

He didn't care, after all, scarecrows are indispensable in every farmland.

Five minutes passed.

When Robb skillfully pushed aside the corn stalks in front of him and strode forward, his brows suddenly tightened.

Because in front of him, a very familiar scarecrow was holding a steel fork, standing there regardless of wind and rain.

This was exactly the same scarecrow he had seen before.

Did he take the wrong road and turn back?

Or did the owner of the cornfield set up a few more identical scarecrows?

Or...

Robb's eyes moved, and after thinking about it, he continued to move forward.

Another five minutes passed.

An identical scarecrow stood in front of him again!

In ten minutes, at his own speed, he should have crossed the cornfield.

But he kept playing circles with this scarecrow.

"Today is really weird! I haven't even gone to look for it yet, why are these evil spirits constantly drilling in front of me?"

Robb, who had already confirmed it, no longer wasted time. With a move of his eyes, the hot flames quickly surrounded the scarecrow.

After a burst of thunder and crackling, the scarecrow and the wooden frame that did not resist disappeared in the flames.

"The scarecrow blocking the road is gone. Just as Detective Robb was about to take another step and leave here as soon as possible, the crows that had been circling in the sky screamed excitedly, and their blood-red eyes stared at Detective Robb greedily."

"As a crow couldn't help but dive down first, the other companions who were unwilling to be lonely followed suit, and suddenly the sky was covered with dark clouds..."

Crack~Crack~Crack~

The noisy and unpleasant sounds kept ringing in his ears.

Robb looked up and saw hundreds of crows with sharp claws opened, rushing towards him like a rain of arrows, leaving no room for escape.

Without time to think about anything else, Robb raised his right hand.

Instantly!

The surging power of thought turned into a tornado and swept towards the crows.

Bang bang bang bang...

A large number of crowsUnder the pulling and squeezing of the storm of thoughts, they turned into piles of flesh and blood powder.

But there were still many fish that escaped and rushed to Robb.

Robb put down his palm, pulled out the dagger he carried with him, and the sharp blade passed around him at a very fast speed.

Soon, one crow after another fell in two near him.

Robb, with a 5.0 physique, exerted his full strength, which was definitely not something the crows could escape.

Even with the advantage of numbers, one or two crows broke through the defense line every now and then and pecked at Robb with their sharp claws.

The result was as if they hit thick cowhide, and even Robb's skin was not pierced.

This is [Extraordinary physique].

If he was not worried that his expensive clothes would be caught as beggars, Robb could have ignored defense and attacked to the end.

Even so, the seemingly unstoppable army of crows was dying at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At the same time, a new paragraph of bloody text continued to be written on the horror story book:

"The Simpsons love scarecrows. In every year's scarecrow-making competition, they always win the championship. Therefore, their opponents are always their family members."

"Another year's scarecrow-making competition is approaching. As a father, Simpson does not want to lose to his talented youngest son. After thinking hard, he came up with a good idea."

"Simpson put himself in a sack, picked up a steel fork, and tied himself tightly to the wooden frame in the farmland. Look! Isn't this the most perfect scarecrow!"

"Simpson's youngest son saw his father's masterpiece. Not to be outdone, he also dressed himself up as a scarecrow and tied himself up. Now , he wouldn't have to admit defeat. "

"Simpson's wife, eldest son, and daughter saw the masterpiece of father and son, and they immediately yearned for it. "

"So, the whole family became scarecrows. "

"One day... two days... three days... forever!"

"The Simpsons are happy to be scarecrows and extend invitations to passers-by."

"Would you like to be one of the scarecrows like us?"

(Florida Express: An old man walked his dog on the street without a leash, and the police officer went up to stop him. The two had a serious fight. The police officer returned to the police car to call for support. The old man was so angry that he threw a grenade at the police car. The old man's dog thought he was playing a game, and without saying a word, he took the grenade back, and both the man and the dog died)