Kill American Terror, Starting from the Witches’ Coven

"Robb, go to you or Heather first?"

Watching the number of houses on the street gradually increase, Nikki, who knew that she and the others had entered the town, asked Robb Road.

"Isn't Heather's lawyer waiting? Go to her first, I'm not in a hurry. Robb replied.

"Thanks, Robb." Heather thanked.

Then, without blinking, she looked out at the sign.

Soon, Heather stretched out her hand and said, "Homestead Road, this is it." Robb, turn left.

Robb nodded.

Not long after, under Heather's direction, the car stopped in front of an iron gate.

The perimeter is a long fence where weeds and vines grow wildly.

Inside the iron gate, there is a long road with no clear end, and rows of tall trees on both sides.

"Wow~~ This must be very interesting." Leaning forward, Nicky sighed when she leaned in front of the window.

"Like castles and so on." Ryan took the call with a smile.

Unexpectedly, his girlfriend's grandmother left such a big inheritance, and he was in a very good mood.

After all, his girlfriend's is his, no.

Kenny, who still lives in tens of square meters, is envious: "Congratulations, Heather, on inheriting a large fortune."

Heather smiled.

Robb was also a little envious.

Not to mention what is going on inside, just relying on such a huge space that cannot be seen from the outside, it is something that he has never been able to ask for before and now.

Everyone got out of the car.

Because the iron door was closed and they couldn't enter for the time being, they had to wait for Heather's lawyer to arrive.

Five minutes later, a white car drove up and disembarked an old man with gray hair and a suit.

He held a document and looked at Heather at first glance and said, "You're Heather, right?" She really looks like your grandmother. Heather

hurriedly stepped forward: "I'm Heather, you're Mr. Farnsworth, right?" Thank you for coming.

"Nothing, I'm willing to serve Bernard, your grandmother." She is nice and kind. Although not very popular here. Farnsworth said, pointing to the apparently painted "BITCH" letter next to the iron door.

Heather looked back, not knowing what to say.

Robb, who also noticed this scene, glanced at it and then paid no more attention.

He didn't bother to inquire about other people's family affairs.

But the one in front of him called Farnsworth was not the person recommended to him by the law firm before.

When Farnsworth quickly handed over Chinese hand, the keys to the property, the code of the iron door, and the letter that Bernard had left for Heather that he had repeatedly emphasized to see, he was ready to leave.

Robb stepped forward and said to the other party: "Lawyer Farnsworth, I wonder if Lawyer Mond has told you about me. I also have an inherited property here that I want to entrust to a professional for sale.

Farnsworth's face moved, and he quickly nodded, "You are Mr. Robb." Lymond had told me on the previous call. Rest assured, you are looking for me professionally. I will sell it and absolutely satisfy you at the price. When

the new business arrived, Farnsworth left in no hurry, patiently introducing Robb to the relevant information about the sale of the property.

He was welcoming.

Compared with the inheritance trust, the commission from the sale of the house is more.

After all, Bernard's will specifically ordered the heirs not to sell the house.

Farnsworth then suggested: "Mr. Robb, you haven't seen the property that belongs to you. If I can, I can take you to the valuation right now.

"Of course." Robb nodded.

He went back and spoke to Heather and the others.

"Aren't you going shopping first?" Nicky asked.

"No, you guys go shopping. I'll join you later. Robb waved his hand.

Again not their own house.

Compared to having fun, money is the most important.

For the convenience of Heather and the others, Robb did not drive, but handed the car keys to Nicky and let them drive first.

He got into Farnsworth's car and headed for his cheap adoptive father's old mansion.

More than twenty minutes later.

Robb and Farnsworth came to a very ordinary American-style two-story house.

It is completely incomparable to the property that Heather inherited.

Robb was a little disappointed.

Farnsworth had a normal face.

There are few wealthy people like Bernard in the entire Newt Town.

Stepping over the already overgrown ten-square-meter lawn, Robb, who had the key with him, opened the door, accompanied by a thick layer of dust and a strong musty smell.

Robb waved his hand vigorously.

Fainsworth, who choked a little but still held back, smiled and said, "This is normal, houses that have not been inhabited for a long time are like this." But Mr. Robb can rest assured that as long as you give this place to me, I promise to give it a new look, so that everyone who wants to buy a house will not be deterred by hygiene problems.

Robb nodded and paused for a moment before entering the residence.

Inside was unexpectedly fine.

Everything inside the furniture and appliances is tightly covered, and with a simple clean-up, it can quickly occupy people.

After a brief stroll, Robb talked to Farnsworth about the sale of the house.

In the end, the two people, who had already negotiated the conditions, signed the contract documents that Farnsworth had prepared in the car.

Farnsworth left first.

Robb wasn't in a hurry to go to Heather.

He continued to wander around the residence.

Even though it was short-lived, it was his home in a sense.

Although it is very ordinary, it is also comparative.

For him, who was already satisfied with just longing for a hundred-square-meter house in his previous life, it was definitely a luxury and excitement to have a two-story small bungalow.

It's a pity it's too far from New Orleans.

In this way, it can only make the self who has been promoted to the housing class become the houseless class again.

Robb, who was rummaging left and right in the house, soon came to the master bedroom on the second floor.

As I flipped through it, I looked at the photos in the frames, which were photos of my adoptive parents when they were young.

Without him.

Apparently the place where he was adopted was not here.

"What is it?"

Suddenly, Robb found a very old newspaper in a sealed box.

Not knowing why such a newspaper was kept so tightly, he opened it and looked at it.

The first thing that catches your eye is a group photo of about twenty people, armed with long and short guns, which looks like a victorious return, and Robb's young adoptive father is impressively in the group photo.

Is there something to be proud of in life?

Robb, who thought so, looked at the deliberately bold and enlarged title.

"Local heroes! The inhabitants join forces to destroy the murderer family!

"It sounds like a story of a hero defeating the wicked." No wonder my cheap adoptive father has always treasured this newspaper.

Robb smiled, flipped over, and saw a miserable-looking picture of a woman placed in the newspaper.

"One man fled ... He sawed my paralyzed brother ... Four youths were slaughtered..."

The farmhouse became a slaughterhouse..." The

lines fell into Robb's eyes.

"I always feel like I'm listening somewhere." Robb frowned slightly.

Just then, the phone rang.

Robb turned it on.

Nicki's enthusiastic voice with a hint of seduction sounded: "Hello? Robb, where are you? I'll go find you.

Robb took one last look at the date of the newspaper and saw that it was issued more than twenty years ago, and he didn't care anymore.

After all, it has been so long, and no matter how big things are, they have long disappeared.

He put down the newspaper and eventually turned his attention to Nikki.

(The movie is from Texas Chainsaw Massacre 3D, a film in which the heroine and director have serious problems with the three views)