Kill American Terror, Starting from the Witches’ Coven

"Go on! Go on! The tall woman found a new psychic summoning ritual and waved her hand unstoppably.

As the only DPS output in the audience, Sara slapped her face and continued to play with her companions without disappointment.

When she lowered her head, she did not notice that the "she" in the mirror did not follow the bowed head, but instead flashed mysterious symbols in her eyes.

After just blinking, a look of clarity flashed on Robb's face, who was incarnated as "Sara" in the mirror.

No wonder spirituality is so dazzling.

Another undiscovered descendant of a witch.

It's time for Cordelia to pay herself.

Robb took Sara to heart.

Then he looked at the tall woman expectantly.

The other party explained: "This time we are going to summon the witch in the mirror." It is rumored that she can bring both good luck and bad luck to people. So don't go wrong with the psychic ritual to come, otherwise we'll be doomed. Remember! The psychic ritual went like this..." The

lights in the bathroom dimmed again.

Once again, the curious girls began their journey to death.

Five minutes later.

"Why is there still none!" The tall woman's frantic voice resounded in the bathroom.

Robb said that this time he did not intervene.

This is so for one reason, and that is that the witch in the mirror is fake.

Fortunately, the tall girl is getting more and more courageous, and the other girls are also sisters and play together.

Devil in the mirror, fake!

The realm spirit that can realize people's wishes, fake!

Naughty ghosts who specialize in pulling people into the mirror to play, fake!

Hog-headed butcher ... That's true.

It is no longer the horror storybook manifestation, but the moment when the real pig-headed butcher appears, Robb originally wanted to say hello to his "old friend".

As a result, the other party did not appreciate it at all, and the "hum" one slashed at him with a pig-killing knife.

Robb could only screw his pig's head off as he did last time.

Therefore, for Sara's five daughters, the rumor of the pig-headed butcher is still false.

That's it.

The five high school girls performed a dozen psychic rituals.

Three of them are true, and the probability is already very good.

It's just that because of Robb's cut-off beard, it is a failure in their eyes.

The tall woman angrily tore up the psychic information she had worked hard to collect: "I will never believe in urban legends again!" The

freckled woman, who is also a veteran supernatural enthusiast, also sighed with empathy.

"Sure enough, the world is about science."

"So be it. Anyway, this is also our trial meeting. At least we can stand proudly in front of Daphne and laugh at their timidity.

"What's next?" Where to go? "

Young people's emotions come and go quickly.

Several girls quickly started talking and laughing again.

"Sara, let's play again?"

"No, I still have to take care of my brother."

"My brother who is still wearing diapers, my busy parents, Sara, you are pitiful."

Sara smiled helplessly and said goodbye to the girls.

Looking at Sara's departing back, Robb smiled slightly and disappeared from the mirror.

A few minutes later.

The Robb apartment, also a bathroom, has a steaming white mist that fills the room.

When Robb appeared in the bathroom mirror, he happened to see a hot ketone body looming in the white mist.

He greeted warmly, "Hey, Petunia.

Penelope, who had already seen the way Robb appeared, rolled his eyes, simply grabbed the bath towel on the side and threw it over, accurately covering the mirror, and then said:

"Voyeurism is not a good habit, nasty boss."

Robb, who covered his vision, sighed: "It's really sad that the abominable boss comforts employees every day for free, but he can't get good words."

Penelope, who knew Robb's cheekiness, did not blink, "Time is money, my boss." It's also a sin to be late.

Robb understood that he was late to come back.

He quickly explained: "There was some accident halfway..."

"I swear to God!"

"Do you believe in God?"

"Okay

.

After a long time, no one believed their truth.

That being the case, there is only one way.

Brush pull.

The bath towel that covers the mirror falls.

A storming begins.

......

Robb Paranormal Detective Agency.

"Welcome, you..."

At the front desk, Penelope's sweet voice had just sounded, the office opened, Robb came out voluntarily, interrupted:

"Leave this to me." Petunia, go prepare the best tea.

Robb said, giving Penelope a look, indicating that "the best tea" was literal, not the other way around.

Penelope glanced curiously at the mature woman who had just arrived and looked very good-temperamental, and quickly nodded:

"Okay."

After that, she immediately went to prepare tea.

Robb said enthusiastically while leading the mature woman into his office:

"Rare, Cordiria, why did you suddenly think of coming to my small place?"

"It's not a small place."

Cordelia, who walked into the office, took off her sunglasses, swept her gaze over the crocodile man's head, human skin face chainsaw, demon statue, and horror story book in the room, and said with a gentle smile,

"I can see that Robb has a successful career." I've heard about Detective Robb in New Orleans several times recently.

"No matter how successful it is, it can't compare to the Witchcraft Troupe and the Supreme Witch." Robb said quickly.

He was a little worried about whether Madison's cut off was exposed, and Cordelia specially killed Xingshi to ask for guilt.

Fortunately, Cordelia said at this time: "I drove by here and just came to take a look."

Robb secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Knock knock.

A soft knock sounded on the door.

As Robb responded, Penelope walked in with two cups of tea.

"Your tea."

Penelope smiled sweetly at Cordelia, put it down softly, did not disturb, and turned to leave.

Click.

The office door closes.

Penelope, who came out, couldn't help but be curious and listened for a while.

After finding that she couldn't hear anything, she could only shake her head, and when she returned to the front desk, she bumped into Joseph, who was coming at an unknown time and was looking hard into the office.

Penelope, who still remembered the last time the clown in the box, was not angry and said:

"Joseph, you won't find any obscure things for Robb to identify this time, will you?"

"Good things can be found so easily." Joseph retorted.

"So what are you going to do with a sneaky look?" Penelope said.

"What do you mean by being sneaky? I'm so upright.

Joseph straightened his chest.

Then he suddenly approached Penelope, pointed quietly to the office door, and asked eagerly:

"Who is that elegant lady just now?"