Kill American Terror, Starting from the Witches’ Coven

As the director of the witchcraft troupe and protector of the witch academy, Robb is obliged to keep the young witches safe.

This also includes satisfying the legitimate demands of young witches.

In public and private, Robb had to accede to Adriana's request to teach him a physiology lesson.

Not now, though.

When lecturing, both teachers and students must be in a state and in a quiet place conducive to learning.

In this way, efficiency can be guaranteed.

Robb's current refusal shows that he is still thinking about Adriana.

After agreeing on a date, Adriana said goodbye to Robb in anticipation and went upstairs excitedly.

Robb continued his unfinished business.

Following.

Returning to the firm, he started his day.

After the halo dividend period, the firm's business returned to normal mode.

Fortunately, thanks to Robb's powerful shot in the halo incident, his fame was further spread and affirmed, and he received more business than before.

Excluding all kinds of expenses, the firm's monthly surplus is quite high, which is higher than the income of the vast majority of the middle class.

Seriously save for a few years and buy a big villa is absolutely no problem.

Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the goal of the blond heavenly body, Robb was full of energy.

He was driving to what his employer called a haunted place.

At the same time.

Somewhere in a dark room, in the dim light, a simple, thick and large storybook was turned open, turning page after page of stories written in blood, until it came to a blank page.

A finger dotted on it with a special soul aura.

"Write his story." The owner of the finger said lightly.

Whoops.

The pages of the storybook moved slightly.

In the next second, as if an invisible hand was writing, a line of blood-colored titles automatically appeared at the top of the blank page of the storybook with a stroke of ticking.

"Robb's Detective Adventure".

The sound of the iron pen sketching continues.

In the second line, the text officially begins:

"Robb is a passionate and energetic young detective. With his good ability, he became famous in the local area in a short time. On this day, as always, he drove to his new employer's house. However, a tire popping sound forced him to stop halfway through..."

Robb, who was holding the steering wheel in one hand and holding the mobile phone in the other hand, was watching Adriana just send a series of irritating fitness photos, suddenly heard an explosion, the front of the car trembled, did not have time to think about it, and stepped on the brakes for the first time.

When he got out of the car to check it, he found that one of the tires of the car had somehow been cut through a large hole, and it was obviously no longer usable.

Robb looked back and didn't see anything sharp on the road.

"So unlucky?"

He looked left and right.

The employer's home is in a town on the far outskirts.

The road is quiet at the moment, there are few passing cars, and there are no spare tires in their cars.

"Are you going?"

Robb looked out onto the side of the road, inside a cornfield, where a house was standing.

Maybe ask if the family has spare tires? Or pay them to borrow a car?

Detective Robb thought. Although there were some minor setbacks, he was full of energy and was unwilling to give up every hard-won business. So, after taking out the warning sign in the trunk of the car and putting it away, and the emergency measures were dealt with, he turned and walked towards the farm in the cornfield. "

Boom... Boom... Boom... Suddenly, a slight tumbling sound sounded behind Detective Robb. Sharp, he quickly turned around and saw a gadget rolling towards him. "

'What is this thing?' Detective Robb curiously picked up the thing that rolled to his feet. "

What is this?" Robb curiously picked up the things under his feet to check.

"'It turned out to be a toe!' After some inspection, Detective Robb frowned.

"It turned out to be a toe!" Robb frowned, he knew very well that the toe in his hand was real, and it belonged to the big toe.

"'Are there dead people in this neighborhood?' Are there murderers provoking themselves? Detective Robb thought of this for the first time, and quickly swept around with his sharp gaze.

"Are there dead people around here?" Are there murderers provoking themselves? He only felt that he had encountered a perverted Robb's gaze sweeping around.

If someone dares to provoke himself, he doesn't mind letting the other party understand why the flower is so red.

Yet he found nothing until an eerie female voice echoed in his ears.

"'Who... took my... Big toe? Detective Robb suddenly heard a strange roar, and he quickly looked around, but found nothing. "Who

... took my... Big toe? "Who

... Took away my big toe?

"Who took my big toe?"

The eerie roar got closer, and Detective Robb still found nothing. Just when he felt bad and was about to evacuate, suddenly! A hideous-faced, pitch-black female evil spirit appeared in front of him, revealing the soles of her feet that lacked a big toe, and looked at the big toe in Detective Robb's hand with anger and said, 'So it's you! Stole my big toe!

The female evil spirit stretched out her sharp claws in anger, threatening to smash the corpse of the thief who stole her big toe. Detective Robb panicked.....*&##&*" "

After a long day, it turns out that evil spirits are doing it!"

On the road, looking at the female evil spirit dancing in front of him, Robb not only did not panic, but wanted to laugh a little.

"Stealing the big toe? Who would be so tasteless? If you want to steal, it is better to steal the gold arm. Suddenly

thinking of his first target Evil Spirit Heather, Robb smiled at Robb, who had a similar point with this guy in front of him.

If he hadn't rushed to his employer, he would have been able to talk a lot with the female evil spirit in front of him.

But for now, forget it.

Robb pressed his palm.

Moment!

The female evil spirit that was slaughtering with a "bang" and fell heavily to the ground.

Boom~~

The roaring flame ignited from the female evil spirit, no matter how it struggled, it could not move, and in the end it could only turn into ashes.

"Thousands of miles to give people's heads, the gift is light and affectionate. Thank you!

Robb is happy about his upcoming containment page.

Yet for a second... Three seconds... Five seconds....

"Huh? What's going on?

Robb looked at the Book of Containment, and after a while, there was no reaction from it.

"The evil spirits have already been killed, why is there no containment?"

If he didn't know the grade of the book of containment, he really thought that something was wrong with this book.

Since it is not a matter of the Book of Containment, it is the matter of the female evil spirit.

Isn't this guy really dead?

Or whatever.

Robb was a little confused for a while.