Kill American Terror, Starting from the Witches’ Coven

Hearing this, Vincent's face sank: "I originally wanted to talk to you more, but I didn't expect you to be so eager to find death!"

Robb smiled: "Just by you?"

"It's up to me!" Vincent yelled, "Now I've returned as a ghost!" How? Still want to give me a brain door with that little broken gun of yours? Come on! Hahaha~~ Now I am stronger than ever! Kneel on the ground and beg for mercy in pain! If I'm in a good mood, I will... I'll still knead you to my heart's content!

"Know what? You're dead! You're dead! "

'This guy, is his head clamped by the door?' Robb looked at Vincent dancing in front of him with a strange face.

Since the other party has taken the initiative to ask for it.

Courtesy for the table.

Robb gave Penelope a look.

Penelope, who understood it, did not say a word, raised her hand, and it was a shot.

Bang!

The silver bullet hit Sen's brain with Chinese incomparable precision.

In an instant, I saw that Vinson's head was like a collapsed gravel, and a large area flew away.

"It's useless! Useless! I said it a long time ago... Hey?

Vincent was laughing to express his mockery.

Suddenly, he sensed something was wrong.

Not only did the part of his scattered head not look repaired in the slightest, but he even felt severe pain that he had lost for a long time, and could only be felt while he was alive.

"Ah! What the hell is going on here? Vincent immediately held his head and screamed.

Western ghosts are different from Eastern ghosts, and many can be transformed between physical and illusory.

Just now, Vinson was in an entity state, and as a result, he was hit by a silver curse bullet that specialized in hunting witches, and naturally screamed repeatedly.

Looking at Vincent, who was beaten all of a sudden in front of him and was no longer arrogant, Robb, who decided to give him another lesson, stretched out his palm, and the fire snakes danced fiercely.

"Don't worry, we can talk for a long time." He smiled slightly.

At this moment, Vincent's throat couldn't help but move.

He suddenly found that this revenge seemed to be a very wrong decision.

......

Some people suffer before death, and they suffer even more sin after death.

Vincent is such an unlucky bastard.

A quarter of an hour later, seeing that the other party could no longer squeeze out useful information, Robb frowned, stretched out his hand, and burned it clean in Vinson's "finally finished" look of relief.

It was rare to have such a channel to understand the truth, and he naturally tortured it well.

It's just that the results are not very satisfactory.

According to Vinson, he also doesn't know why he turned into a ghost and appeared on Robb's doorstep.

I only know that inside the door is the enemy I hate the most, and I must go in to take revenge.

As for why a small door can block the meeting between humans and ghosts, Vincent does not know, and Robb guesses that this may be some kind of constraint.

Any supernatural phenomenon always has its laws and rules.

Vincent, Michael and others seem to be individuals, but they are actually part of the supernatural phenomenon of aura beckoning ghosts.

Otherwise, they don't have to stare at one person at all, and they don't have the idea of being distracted to do other things.

"Whose handiwork is it to spread the supernatural through modern technology?"

"Or is it some kind of natural supernatural phenomenon under some coincidence?"

Looking at the aura installed on the door, whether it is his own spiritual vision or physical disassembly, it is a normal technology product Robb thought.

At this time, Penelope, who understood everything, came over, looked at the halo on the door in amazement, and asked: "Do you want to throw it away?" "

Why throw such a good instrument?" I'm looking forward to the next surprise!

Robb, who woke up from his musings, smiled and shook his head.

No matter what purpose the aura has, he is not a world policeman anyway, since the former can bring him so many benefits, so why think too much.

Let's finish the wool that was delivered to your hand.

"In addition..."

Robb, who thought of something, suddenly became very happy

, "Penny,

you and I will become very busy next."

......

Robb's prophecy undoubtedly came true.

With the sale of halo monitors, ghost knocking incidents in various places are frequent, and the volume of business received by the firm continues to rise.

This is still when their own fame is not too big, the office charges high, and many people who installed the halo either directly opened the door or simply threw the halo away.

Of course, there are also many people who do not have dead people around them at all, or have no connection with dead people at all.

In this way, even if the halo is installed, nothing will happen.

Even after removing these, in just two days, Robb dealt with eight ghost knocks on his own and others' doors.

This is still because the ghost knocks on the door at an uncertain time, and he wastes himself waiting for a long time.

Otherwise it can handle more.

One can imagine how many such haunted events there will be throughout New Orleans, and indeed throughout North America.

"If it goes on like this, it feels like hell is about to be emptied."

Robb, who returned to the apartment after a day of running and enjoying Penelope's massage like an old man, sighed.

Having earned a lot of money from containment indicators, he did not forget that he also had the position of director of the Witchcraft Troupe.

During this period, he specially informed Cordiglia of this situation, in addition to fulfilling his responsibility, he also wanted to find out the truth behind such a large-scale supernatural through the channels of witches.

He didn't have any plans to do it for Tianxingdao, but just wondered if he could get the ability to toss out a large number of ghosts.

In this way, you can lie at home and easily put the 100-year containment target.

Unfortunately, with Cordelia's divination powers, it is impossible to find out what the truth of all this is.

"The water is so deep."

Robb shook his head, closed his eyes and raised his back, about to enjoy Penelope's soft and broad heart.

When ~when~when~

the halo prompt sounded again.

This is already the third time.

Every time I kill one, new food is delivered to my door every few days.

The first is Vinson, the second is the original gang boss O'Cook, and as for the current third....

It turned out to be Ryan!

Robb welcomed him in and said unexpectedly, "I didn't kill you."

"But you obviously have the power to save me!" You ended up with Nicky that Bichi! Ryan said with resentment, "And Heather, you even fell for her!" Just above my death! Faksquid! Damn fuck off!

"What an unimaginable brain circuit! Besides,"

Robb straightened and explained to Ryan seriously,

"Heather is sick. I'm just treating her! "

Farke Squid! Hypocritical..." boom

~

flames rise.

It's all over.

Robb sighed, "Sure enough, you're sick too."

(Florida Express: A man was caught licking a doorknob for 3 hours on surveillance video).