Kill American Terror, Starting from the Witches’ Coven

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In the basin of blood, fingers that still had residual heat were cut off and fell into the basin, juxtaposed with other fingers that had already existed.

The gardener who seemed to groom the garden, nearly two meters tall, burly, with layers of human skin on his face, and the strange man whose face was sewn into the flesh and blood looked at Kenny who died tragically in his hand with satisfaction.

Then, like a pig, he hung Kenny's body on an iron hook that had fallen from the ceiling.

A sharp hook pierced through Kenny's chest.

As more blood sprayed out, the human-skinned face bathed in it happily grabbed the huge chainsaw, and after pulling the handle again and again, the piercing humming vibration sounded again.

The human skin face looked at Kenny's left hand, then at his right hand, and then at his lower limbs.

It seems to be wondering which step is best to start with.

......

Dark and terrifying things are happening in the basement.

On the ground, with the sound of RAP, Ryan, who was immersed in it, shook his head and sang and danced while hitting the billiards, playing uncomfortably.

Heather, who came to the second floor, was immersed in the oil paintings and various old photos of the ancestors of the family, completely oblivious to the following events.

At the same time, miles away.

Nikki, who had just finished the war, lay on the bedroom bed with a satisfied look and lazily raised her hand: "Robb, is there any paper?" I'm going to wipe. "

Houses that have not been inhabited for a long time naturally do not have toilet paper.

Robb looked left and right, he and Nicki's clothes still have to be worn, then take this.

He grabbed the newspaper he had read and handed it to Nicky, "

It's clean,

just use this."

Nikki was also not picky, after taking the newspaper over, she pulled out one and wiped it underneath, taking advantage of her free time, she glanced at the content of the newspaper casually, and suddenly was surprised:

"Huh? The Sawyer family? Isn't that Heather's real last name? "

What's wrong?" Robb looked over suspiciously.

Nicky continued to look at the newspaper, and after a while exclaimed,

"I didn't expect Heather to have such a bizarre family lineage. The people of the Sawyer family who are related to her are all crazy murderers. They were keen to dismember innocent people with chainsaws, turning their factories into horrific slaughterhouses, and many people died under chainsaws.

"Fortunately, someone escaped and called the police." The townspeople who got the news eventually killed all the members of the Sawyer family in the name of-for-tat. Heather

was the only Sawyer bloodline left. No wonder she has a strange hobby like making bones and painting.

Nikki suddenly realized.

Robb, who was listening on the sidelines, frowned.

"Sawyer... Murderers... Chainsaws... Slaughterhouse..." He

hadn't finished reading the contents of the newspaper before, but now listening to Nicky say this, he had a strong thought.

"Sawyer...

"Wouldn't this be the famous Texas chainsaw massacre?"

The thought that he was now in Texas made Robb suddenly realize this.

He had naturally heard rumors of Texas chainsaw massacre, or human skin.

But what exactly it was, he hadn't seen it.

I just know that there is such a guy who plays with a chainsaw.

Although I don't know how things are going to go, if Heather, who is the only descendant of the Sawyer family, comes to inherit the inheritance, according to his usual urine nature, it is obvious that nothing good will happen.

Robb stared, quickly picked up his phone, and dialed Heather.

Nikki, who was looking at her eyes on the side, was puzzled: "What's wrong?"

"Heather, they're in danger." Robb said quickly.

"In danger? Robb, how do you know? Nicky was first taken aback, then half-convinced.

This is still the impression that Robb thought was calm and serious all the way.

Seeing that Robb ignored anything else, just concentrated on the phone, although there was some hesitation in her heart, she quickly reminded:

"There is no signal at Heather's house, we have tried it before, and we can't get through."

Indeed, as Nicky said.

Listening to the artificial voice coming from the phone, the choice now can only be Robb, who runs in person, quickly dressed.

"I'll go with you." Seeing this, Nikki quickly got up and dressed.



" is dangerous." Robb reminded.

Nicky insisted.

Robb didn't stand in the way.

They were all adults, with their own will and ideas, and he wasted no more time constantly persuading.

Because his Chevrolet lent to Heather to drive, Robb had no transportation in his hands.

Fortunately, there are not no tools to borrow.

Robb quickly found a very familiar bicycle, pulled his hands, easily tore off the lock, patted the back seat, and said to Nicky:

"Sit up!"

"Just sit here? I mean when time is pressed, shouldn't you take a taxi? Nicky sat up in amazement.

And then....

A minute passed.

Nicky closed her eyes and held Robb's waist with both hands.

She wanted to take back everything she had just said verbatim.

Robb's bike was so fast!

"Ah~~~ slow down! Robert! Slow down..."

At this moment, Nicky's scream was particularly loud.

......

Bang!

Another goal into the hole.

Ryan, who was very proud of the shot he had just taken, stood up triumphantly, and after some observation, he was about to take another shot when hunger suddenly came from his stomach.

He glanced at the empty bottle beside him, frowned slightly, and shouted in the direction of the kitchen:

"Kenny! Is dinner ready? I'm starving.

Kenny didn't respond.

Ryan, who thought he was playing music too loudly, turned it off and called Kenny again, but the latter still did not reply.

"Kenny?"

"Kenny!!"

"Damn it! You won't put down your work and go to the plane alone, right? "

I swear! If you haven't prepared dinner, I'll kick your balls.

Ryan put down his club and shouted as he walked toward the kitchen.

Soon, coming to the kitchen and looking at the unfinished dishes, Ryan "Fak" sounded.

Sure enough, it was exactly what he guessed.

He glanced at the door that had been pushed open on the wall next to him.

Thinking Kenny was running here, he walked straight in.

"You guy is still hiding quite far."

Inside, looking at the downward passage, Ryan sighed and continued to go deeper without much thought.

"Don't let me catch you, Kenny. Otherwise I must make you feel my bearing... Shett!

Suddenly, Ryan changed his tone and shouted in horror.

"Ma Ja Fak! What the hell is going on here! "

When I came to the underground cellar, I saw the blood that was scattered everywhere, and the long trail of blood that dragged on the ground until it was behind another iron gate.

Ryan's body suddenly trembled.