Kill American Terror, Starting from the Witches’ Coven

Robb reported his address to Nicky.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door.

Robb opened the door and saw Nicky standing alone in the doorway, carrying a case of specially brought beer, waving to him excitedly.





Robb brought Nicky in and asked, "What about Heather?"

"They went to town to buy ingredients." Nicky looked around the house curiously and said casually, "The house that Heather inherited is big and luxurious. Ryan, Kenny, they're excited and ready to celebrate, preferably for an all-night drink.

Robb said, "Then why did you come here?"

"It's still early, Robb, don't you think we should warm up first and enjoy the undisturbed world of twosomes first?"

"Especially in the house you just acquired, it means a lot."

Nicky raised the beer crate in her hand and threw Robb a wink.

Hearing this, Robb looked left and right.

What Nicky said does make some sense.

Know that the opportunity must not be lost, and it will not come again.

Robb, who is still the owner of the house, should leave traces of his existence in this house.

Thereupon.

In the middle of the toast, the bottles of beer turned into nothing.

Seeing that the foreplay was done, Nikki got up shakily, and was the first to take the initiative to remove her suspender hot pants, revealing a well-toned body.

The big war is on the verge.

......

Robb's house was hot.

Heather's mansion has also re-welcomed its hosts and guests.

Although the mayor of the town suddenly became a little strange after hearing about the location and surname of his inheritance, he quickly forgot about it and happily celebrated with a group of friends with a large number of purchased ingredients.

"Don't grab me from anyone, the kitchen is now my territory." I'll show you my mastery of cooking. Kenny volunteered to take on the role of chef.

Someone is willing to do all the work, and Ryan can't ask for it: "As long as you don't confuse all the dishes."

He shrugged, then looked outside, thinking of something he asked, "By the way, what about Nicky and Robb?" Why haven't you come over yet? Heather

said, "Nicky went to Robb.

"So impatient?" Ryan showed a smile that everyone understood, "Do I need to call them now?"

"Don't! They themselves will come. In order to avoid the girlfriend whose head was interrupted and ran angrily to ask about the crime, Heather quickly stopped Ryan's move.

With that said, Ryan put back his phone, picked up a bottle of wine and went to play on the pool table while waving: "Kenny, I'm waiting for your big meal."

Kenny didn't reply.

Picking up the tomatoes in a daze, all he was thinking about was the picture of Nicky excited and begging for mercy under Robb.

Although already abandoned.

But when such things happen around, there is always some melancholy and... Inexplicably excited.

So much so that the original favorite cooking part now seems so boring.

"Hey, Kenny, are you all right?" Noticing that something seemed wrong with Kenny, Heather waved his palm in front of his eyes.

"Didn't... It's nothing. Kenny, who came back to his senses, quickly continued his work, "Just leave it to me here." Heather, go get busy with yourself.

"Are you sure you don't need my help?"

"Of course!" Kenny patted his chest assured.

Heather put her mind down and left the kitchen.

She glanced at Ryan, who was playing billiards happily outside the passionate music, and did not disturb the other party, and she continued to wander around the house curiously alone.

The house was too big, and there were many other places she hadn't visited yet.

......

In the kitchen.

After gently patting his face a few times, Kenny finally focused on cooking without thinking about Nicky and Robb.

In the sound of pots and pans, he inadvertently noticed what appeared to be an inconspicuous crack in the wall on the side of the kitchen.

He walked over curiously, pushed his palm, and the door was pushed open.

Looking inside, Kenny excitedly shouted, "Hey! Look what I found, there is a pantry. "

No one responded.

Nobody heard, to be exact.

Kenny didn't care, walked in to himself, opened drawers one by one, and immediately saw many silver knives and forks and dinner plates.

"It's a rich treat."

Kenny sighed, but did not give birth to any covetousness.

He continued to walk inside, pushing open another door, and a downward corridor came into view.

"Basement? Wine cellar? Quite possibly! With the wealth of Heather's grandmother, it is impossible not to store wine. Why didn't you find it? It turns out to be here!

Kenny ran down happily and didn't care when he saw a thick iron door sealed.

Heather's key was left outside.

He immediately ran up.

Ready to surprise everyone, he did not inform the others.

After a squeak~

twist, the iron door finally opened under the insertion of the largest key.

Sure enough, as Kenny thought, inside was a wine cellar densely packed with a large number of valuable wines.

"Yo~~ I'm really good! Everyone has to thank me for this insight! All those garbage liquor bought from town can be thrown away.

Kenny pulled out a bottle of well-kept wine and exclaimed excitedly.

"Huh? How come there is still a door here?

As he walked, Kenny came to another thick iron door inside the cellar.

"Is there something more precious in it?"

Curious again, Kenny touched the lock on the iron door.

Unexpectedly, with such a gentle movement, the lock fell off.

"Such poor quality?"

Without much thought, Kenny tried to push open the iron door, but the latter did not move.

Unwillingly, he grabbed a nearby shovel and tried to pry it open along the gap in the iron door, but he still couldn't.

"Looks like I'll have to ask Ryan for their help."

Kenny, who had a tired hand, crossed his waist and looked helplessly at the iron doorway in front of him.

Just as he turned around and prepared to shout.

Suddenly.

With a heavy sound, the iron door opened from the inside.

"How..." Surprised, Kenny turned back and said nothing more.

Buzz~Buzz~

~Buzz~~Buzz~~

Sharp

and piercing violent vibrations cover everything.

"No!!"

It seemed that he saw something Kenny opened his mouth in horror, and wanted to escape but it was too late.

A high-frequency vibrating chainsaw burst out of the darkness behind the iron gate and slashed at Kenny's brain door like lightning.

Moisture....

The sound of chainsaws vibrating, bones grinding, and flesh and blood splashing instantly resounded.

Eventually, the chainsaw stopped working.

The scarlet blood spread out like a goddess scattered flowers, filling the long-forgotten wine cellar with bright colors.

Kenny, whose head was split in half, fell to the ground with a "boom".

Then, an arm thicker than a thigh stretched out from inside the iron gate, grabbed Kenny's body, and pulled it inside the iron gate with a mopping sound.

Only a fresh blood-colored trail remains.