Kill American Terror, Starting from the Witches’ Coven

Dang! While! While!

The loud sound of blades hitting cars resounded in the huge old factory building.

Having changed places, Paris hid under the back seat of a car and tried to shrink herself in an inconspicuous corner, constantly chanting "Virgin Mary" in her heart.

However, the knock is getting closer.

Paris could even feel the pervert of that white mask hovering around her.

Really!

When she saw the figure of the man getting closer and closer in the rearview mirror of the car, Paris was so frightened that she clung to a steel pipe she had found on the ground earlier.

Then.

While! While! While!

There was a movement on the door of the car nearby.

Listening to this nightmarish melody, Paris's heart was beating wildly.

Fortunately, the mask man didn't seem to notice her hiding in the car, and after only half a circle, he left with his own care.

Seeing the figure of the masked man, Paris breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as her tense body was about to relax.

Suddenly!

The door opens.

A white mask suddenly stretched in.

"Ah!!"

Paris immediately let out a terrified scream, and without thinking, she threw out the iron pipe in her hand, and then fled through the other side of the car door regardless.

Her accurate head is not very good.

The sharp head of the iron pipe only made a cut in the white mask.

The mask man reached out and touched the wax flowing out of the broken part of the mask, picked up the iron pipe that fell to the ground again without care, and looked at Paris who was running wildly, his eyes narrowed, and he was about to throw a javelin.

Bang!

The door slammed to the ground.

The masked man paused and turned his head to look over.

Paris exclaimed in surprise, "Save me!" Save me!

While shouting, she ran desperately towards the gate, as if the movement at the gate was the last straw.

Robb, who kicked in the door, looked in the direction of the sound, and soon saw Paris, dressed in pink sexy lingerie and only wearing a sweater outside, running towards him in embarrassment.

"It's unexpectedly good, even better than it looks on the tape. The face is the same, a little more immature.

Robb, who commented like this in his heart, was very serious and was about to speak.

Sou!

A sharp sound of breaking the air suddenly struck.

Robb tilted his head without looking.

In the next second, a steel pipe rushed through his original location, and after flying outside the door for several seconds, it "clanged" and fell.

"Good arm strength."

Turning his head to look at the masked man who was holding a blade and walking murderously without saying a word, Robb praised, and then shook

it, "It's a pity,

it's just a mortal after all."

Robb's eyes moved, and he was about to move, when the horror story book he carried with him suddenly moved, as if he wanted to show himself in front of the new owner.

Robb did not refuse.

Thus, a new story was born on a blank page of horror storybooks.

"Perfect wax figure."

"The Xin brothers are masters of wax figure making with very good skills. They have a wax museum that is popular with both townspeople and passers-by.

"The Xin brothers are not satisfied and want to continue to improve their craft."

"Until one day, they realized that people are not the most perfect wax figures."

"So, one, two, three... The people of the town were watered into wax figures by them. "

'This is the most perfect work of art!' They proudly said to the townspeople. "

'yes!' The townspeople living inside the wax figures agreed.

"So, let's become wax figures together."

"That's just the two of you!"

That's just the two of you!

That's just the two of you!

At this moment, the younger brother of the Xin brothers, the masked man who is holding a knife; and the older brother of the Shin brothers, Bo, who is far away in the town with some shotguns to hunt Paris's friends.

Suddenly, they found that one wax figure after another of the wax figures they had made with their own hands seemed to be alive, and they walked towards them.

"What's going on? Hallucinations? Bo looked at all this in disbelief.

Seeing the wax figures approaching him with stiff steps, Bo swallowed in fear.

"Fak!"

He raised his shotgun and shot at a wax figure.

Similarly, the masked man was nervously wielding his blade.

However, let them smash the wax figures again and again, and a steady stream of wax figures still poured in.

In the end, in the screams of the Xin brothers, the army of wax figures that could not be resisted came to them, turning into one sticky wax paste after another, covering the Xin brothers' whole body.

"Finally, you turned into wax figures too."

"It's the most perfect piece, isn't it?"

After the last word is written, the story of "Perfect Wax Figure" ends.

Looking at the masked man who had turned into a wax figure not far away and disappeared without a trace, it was clear that Robb in the story that was integrated into the horror storybook did not care anymore.

Turning around, he saw that the middle door was open, and Paris, who was very conspicuous in hot underwear, finally ran over with bare feet and a crying face.

"Save me! There's a perverted murderer chasing me!

Paris grabbed Robb, not thinking at all about whether the other party would also be the masked male accomplice anxiously asking for help.

Perhaps in her eyes, people who are as handsome as herself and who are mighty and tall are not bad people.

Robb, who thought like this in his heart, patted Paris's smooth back and comforted: "Miss Paris, I am Robb." Commissioned by Mr. Hilton, I came specifically to pick you up and take you home. Rest assured, no one can hurt you with me.

"My father? That's good! That's good! Paris felt relieved.

Just a few seconds later, she turned around with a scared face, looked at the warehouse full of cars inside, and snorted: "Be careful!" That perverted murderer is still inside! My God! Bure was killed by him!

"He's already on the run." Unnecessary explanation, Robb said.

By the way, he also pulled out his pistol and showed Paris: "He only has to eat bullets when he comes." Miss Paris, there is no need to be afraid. Your nightmare is over.

With Robb's comfort, Paris finally came out of the shadows.

"Thank you! Thank you! After walking around in front of the gates of hell, she came back alive and hugged Robb tightly in tears.

Seeing this, Robb is not good to do.

Just let her take advantage of herself.

Two minutes later, even though she didn't give up Robb's inexplicable reassuring embrace, Paris still struggled to get up, looked at Robb with teary eyes, and said, "Robb,

take me away." I can't wait to meet my family! "

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