Kill American Terror, Starting from the Witches’ Coven

In a dimly lit room.

The leader of the Heavenly Organization, the head of the ruling power named Jim, the prophet, and the sect leader are looking at the horror story book on the table.

"Robb? Detective? It turns out that you are this identity. Seeing

the great enemies of the Heavenly Organization struggling in the web woven by horror storybooks, Jim smiled coldly and was about to raise his glass to celebrate while continuing to watch.

Suddenly!

The pages of the storybook that had been writing all this time suddenly appeared a series of garbled characters.

And when Robb easily killed the female evil spirit.

The writing on the page was even more stunned, and I didn't even write garbled anymore.

Seeing this, Jim, who was about to drink, couldn't help but stop.

"What's going on?" He frowned.

Fortunately, this did not last long.

Under Jim's gaze, the garbled characters on the pages and the previously written text were suddenly and automatically erased.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of brushing and brushing sounded again, and turned to the next page.

Horror storybooks are working again.

Although the appearance of the female evil spirit surprised Detective Robb. But he has seen too many strange things during this time, and he has developed a very good skill. Soon, the female evil spirit was eliminated.

After the episode, the conscientious Detective Robb did not forget that he still had work to complete. In order to get to his destination as quickly as possible, he decided to walk through the cornfields on the side and seek help from the locals. However, he did not know that with the crows crying densely packed in the sky, the real owner of the cornfield, the scarecrow, was opening his eyes in the sack and looking at him without blinking..." Jim

, who had seen the new story in the book, smiled again.

The horror storybook that can cost him a lot of money is naturally more than that.

The guy named Robb was able to take out David's gang and did have a very powerful ability.

The female evil spirit described in the horror story book is also normal for him to help.

But you know, horror storybooks are more than that.

If you can't write the ending on one page, then two pages.

If you can't finish two pages, you can write three pages, four pages....

Jim looked at the blank page with a thick finger after spreading it out, and smiled confidently.

No matter how strong you are, the heap can kill you....

......

Cornfield.

It was fine to look outside, really stepping into it, Robb felt that he had stepped into a maze, dense, and similar in appearance of towering corn stalks covering his vision, and it was difficult to distinguish the specific direction for a while.

Fortunately, before stepping in, he confirmed the location of the cornfield owner's house, and directly followed a straight line, just like that.

Halfway through, Robb saw a scarecrow tied to a wooden frame, wearing a sack and holding a steel fork.

He didn't care, after all, on every farmland, scarecrows are an indispensable existence.

Five minutes passed.

When Robb expertly pulled away the corn stalk in front of him and strode forward, his brows suddenly tightened.

Just because of the vision ahead, a very familiar scarecrow is holding a steel fork, standing there rain or shine.

This is exactly the same as the scarecrow I saw before.

Did you do the wrong way and turn back?

Or did the cornfield owner have several more identical scarecrows?

Or...

Robb's eyes moved, and after thinking about it, he continued to move forward.

Another five minutes passed.

An identical scarecrow stands ahead again!

Ten minutes, at his own pace, should have crossed the cornfield.

As a result, he has been playing in circles with this scarecrow.

"Today is really an evil door! I haven't even looked for it, why are these evil spirits drilling in front of me one by one?

Robb, who had already confirmed it, no longer wasted time, his eyes moved, and the blazing flames quickly surrounded the scarecrow.

After a thunderclap, the scarecrow without resistance and the wooden frame disappeared in the flames.

"The scarecrow that stood in the way no longer exists. Just as Detective Robb was about to continue walking and leave here as soon as possible, the crows that had been hovering in the sky screamed excitedly, and their blood-red eyes stared at Detective Robb with greed.

"With a crow swooping down first uncontrollably, the other companions who were not willing to be lonely followed suit, and for a while the clouds covered the ground..."

Robb looked up and saw hundreds of crows spreading their sharp claws, shooting towards him like a rain of arrows, without the slightest room to dodge.

Without having time to think about anything else, Robb opened his right hand upwards.

Moment!

The surging power of thoughts turned into a tornado and swept towards the crows.

Bang

bang ....

A large number of crows turned into piles of flesh and blood powder under the pull and squeeze of the storm of thoughts.

But there are still many fish that have slipped through the net and rushed to Robb.

Robb lowered his palm, drew the dagger he was carrying, and the sharp blade slashed around him at a very fast speed.

Soon, one crow after another fell near him, split in two.

The 5.0 physique Robb unfolded with all his strength, and it was by no means something that the crows could dodge.

Even with the numerical advantage, one or two crows broke through the defense line and pecked Robb with their sharp claws.

The result was as if hitting a thick cowhide, and even Robb's skin was not punctured.

This is [Extraordinary Physique].

If it weren't for the fear that he would be caught as a beggar in expensive clothes, Robb could have ignored the defense and attacked to the end.

Even so, the seemingly unstoppable army of crows is dying out at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Meanwhile, in the horror storybook, a new line of blood-colored text continues:

"The Simpsons love scarecrows. In every year's scarecrow crafting competition, they always win the championship. Therefore, their opponents are always the family members around them. "

Another year of scarecrow making competitions is approaching. As a father, Simpson did not want to lose to his talented younger son. After pondering, he had a good idea.

Simpson slipped himself into a sack, picked up a steel fork, and tied himself firmly to the wooden frame of the farmland. See! Isn't this the perfect scarecrow!

Simpson's youngest son saw his father's masterpiece. Not to be outdone, he also dressed himself as a scarecrow and tied him up. Now, he doesn't have to admit defeat.

"Simpson's wife, eldest son, and daughter saw the masterpiece of father and son, and immediately yearned for it."

"So, the family became a scarecrow neatly."

"One day... Two days... Three days...... Forever! "

The Simpsons were happy to be scarecrows and extended invitations to passers-by."

"Do you want to be one of the scarecrows like us?"

(Florida Express: An old man walks his dog on the street without a leash, and the police go up to stop him, and the two have a severe fight.) Constable returned to the police car to call for support. The old man was angry and threw a grenade at the police car. The old man's dog thought it was playing a game, and without saying a word, he took the grenade back, and one person and one dog died).