Kill American Terror, Starting from the Witches’ Coven

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

The moment when the last bloody word of this passage in the horror storybook fell.

Inside the corn stalk behind Robb, a rusty steel fork stabbed him in the back with a sharp cracking sound.

The tip of the steel fork is smoothed in many places.

But Robb still had a chill like a back.

He didn't hold on.

Even if it's not a big deal, the taste of being stabbed with a fork is very unpleasant.

Swish!

Robb's figure disappeared instantly.

He appeared on the other side in the blink of an eye, and then he saw the scarecrow in the cornfield with a steel fork and was attacking him just now.

"Another supernatural attack?"

Robb raised his eyebrows, stepped heavily on the ground with his right foot, "boom", in the sound of the earth cracking, his whole person rushed out like a cannonball, and in the case of the scarecrow can raise the steel fork in his hand, he saw a flash of cold light.

Under the cut of the dagger, the scarecrow's head separated from the body and flew out with a "whoosh".

It can be seen that the sack of the scarecrow is not filled with straw and other debris, but a real human body.

The flesh and blood inside had dried up.

When Robb beheaded him with a knife, not only did no blood come out, but the severed neck and even the head that flew out grew strangely densely and densely thick straw, reconnecting the head and body while quickly winding towards him like seaweed.

Robb swept his gaze, and all the straw that came at him ignited flames, making it impossible to approach, and then spread and burned towards the scarecrow's body.

The scarecrow was instantly embarrassed.

Robb saw it in his eyes and was ready to add more strength.

Croak~croak~croak~ The

flock of crows strikes again.

It was accompanied by several steel forks that had struck secretly from various parts of the cornfield.

One, two, three, four.

Robb looked around and looked at the newly emerging scarecrows of different sizes.

Plus the scarecrow that first appeared in front of you.

There were five people in total.

"A family? Then I'll send you neatly on your way.

Robb's dark pupils turned crimson, and he stared coldly at the five scaros.

......

The Simpsons noticed Detective Robb passing through the cornfield. Glad that a stranger had arrived, they greeted them warmly and asked, 'Hey~ Are you going to be a hardworking and serious scarecrow like us?'

Detective Robb refused. The Simpsons are angry that the scarecrow is so perfect that the guests should have promised them kindness.

"In order to get guests back, they're ready to do it themselves."

"The Simpsons summoned a flock of crows that surrendered to them." Look at it! This is the power of scarecrows! They said proudly, ordering the crows to attack the stubborn Detective Robb.

"Detective Robb is very strong and quickly breaks up the crows."

So the Simpsons decided to take matters into their own hands. Detective Robb...*&%#@#

"The storytelling of the horror storybook "Robb Detective Adventure"

comes to a halt again.

As before, a passage is erased, and new blood-colored text appears on the page and extends to the next.

After a fight, Detective Robb tackles the Simpsons. Five minutes later, he managed to leave the cornfield. Detective Robb's great adventure continues..."

......

Click~~

Moving the stout corn stalk away again, looking at the farmhouse in front of him, Robb breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Although the five scarecrows were a little troublesome, he still solved them one by one, but it took more time to put out the fire at the end.

After all, this is always someone else's cornfield, and he can't burn all of people's property.

After that, he did not spin in the cornfield again, and easily crossed it.

Just....

Robb looked behind him.

Until now, he still didn't understand how he encountered two supernatural events at once.

What surprised him even more was that after killing the female evil spirit and the scarecrow, his Book of Containment did not move at all.

Could it be that these two supernatural events are not the real subjects, and there are other people behind the scenes?

Robb pondered.

It's just that the supernatural is inherently strange and cannot be completely determined.

Unable to guess everything, he could only shake his head, look at the farmhouse in front of him, and ponder: "Should there be some supernatural waiting for me here?" As

soon as the words fell, it seemed to confirm what he said.

"Ugh!"

A terrified scream came from inside the front room.

Robb was stunned.

......

"There's a pig-killing butcher in Chicago who walks into a slaughterhouse and puts on a pig's head mask, snorts like a pig, and says, 'Here piggy,' so that the pigs waiting to be slaughtered see him as his kind."

"One day, he put on his mask and entered the slaughterhouse and accidentally fell so that the pig's head mask fell. So, the pigs waiting to be slaughtered gnawed him alive, and there were no bones left.

"Then the patrons who patronized the butcher were killed, disemboweled, hung upside down on the bathtub and bled like pigs slaughtered in a slaughterhouse." It is said that this is the pig-headed butcher who is on a killing spree. "

From then on, people used to say that if you stood in front of a mirror and whispered 'here piggy, pig, pig,' a pig-headed butcher with a horrible pigskin mask would appear."

"The farmer's son James heard this rumor, and curiously, he came to the bathroom mirror and whispered with excitement and anticipation..."

"The pig-headed butcher answered his call."

"Detective Robb, who heard the screams, rushed to check and saw the image of the pig's head slaughter stabbing a thick pig-killing knife into James's chest..."

"What are you again?"

Pushing the door in, Robb, who followed the sound, saw a guy wearing an apron and holding a pig-killing knife, and the pig-headed man gouging open the chest of a poor young man.

Knowing that the young man was too dead to die anymore, he frowned and looked at the murderer in front of him, who was obviously not a normal person.

Hog-headed man? Hog-headed butcher?

Robb subconsciously thought of the pig-headed man in the murder house in the first season of American Terror.

Today is not Halloween, and the pig-headed man trapped in the murder house forever cannot appear here thousands of miles away.

So, this is another supernatural event of the same nature as the previous female evil spirit and scarecrow?

Robb looked at the pig's head slaughter, expecting the other party's answer.

The other party did not speak, his gaze full of bestiality and killing was aimed at Robb, simply raised the pig-killing knife in his hand, and rushed towards Robb in a "humming" pig cry.

"The pig-headed butcher who was about to eat spotted Detective Robb's uninvited guest. He was upset and decided to add another meal to himself. A contest of who is the hunter and who is the prey begins again..."