Kill American Terror, Starting from the Witches’ Coven

"Madison, I have something to tell you."

The door opened, and Robb, who was not in a hurry to enter, turned his head and said with a somewhat serious expression.

Madison, who was touching up his makeup, did not raise his head and said, "What's wrong?" Is it for me not to tell your black widow friend that we have a relationship? Don't worry, it won't be long before I'll let her join willingly.

"That's good... Wait a minute!

Robb, who was almost deflected from the topic, quickly collected his longing face and returned to seriousness: "That's not what I'm going to say." Madison, it's best not to tell anyone else about your new abilities when you go back, especially Fiona.

Hearing this, Madison finally put down the mirror, raised his head and wondered, "Why?"

She also wanted to show off her abilities in front of the witches.

Robb explained simply: "Every generation of Salem witches produces a supreme witch. The old goes old, the new ascends. But the handover of two generations of supreme witches is not so peaceful. The newborn young Supreme Witch will absorb the mana of the previous generation Supreme Witch at an accelerated pace until the other party dies.

"Think about it, what would the previous generation of Supreme Witches who witnessed the continuous loss of their life force think? If she's generally fine. What if she is nostalgic for everything on earth and fears death?

"What would she think about the source of her own decay?" What will be done?

Madison's face sank.

Growing up in the environment where the white paper in Hollywood turned black, she recognized the reality and coldness of this society earlier than her peers.

She answered thoughtfully, "If I were the Supreme Witch, I would kill the next generation of successors and stop my decline."

Robb said meaningfully: "Fiona, through her own daughter, Cordelia's attitude towards her can be learned a thing or two." So, Madison, don't expose your talents. If it really doesn't work, you can tell you about your heart murmur symptoms. "

It's good that you know me, and I know your relationship.

In order to prevent Madison from being considered the next Supreme Witch by Fiona as the original trajectory, and thus being miserably slit, Robb wants to save it.

Madison clearly listened to the persuasion.

She nodded solemnly, and then said a little confused: "What does this have to do with heart murmur?"

Robb was not surprised to know this, after all, the two were together during this time, and she did not avoid each other, occasionally using the instrument to check her heartbeat.

Robb looked at her, thought about it and said, "People who become Supreme Witches have always been very healthy, no exceptions.

Madison was stunned.

After several seconds, she gritted her teeth and said, "Fak! This

news was undoubtedly a thunderbolt for her, who aspired to become the Supreme Witch.

"Really? How do you know so much? She asked again and again with some reluctance.

Robb said casually: "It's okay to look through the books in the academy, I'm very interested in the history of witches." Madison

, who knew that Robb would not deliberately lie to himself, was silent.

"Broaden your mind, Madison. It's not just Salem Witches in this world. Just because you can't become a supreme witch doesn't mean you can't become stronger. Isn't the mana in your body still growing rapidly during this time?

Robb looked at Madison.

Under his spiritual perception, he could find that the power belonging to the witch in Madison's body in the past three days was rapidly increasing like a rocket.

Apparently, this adventure accelerated the awakening and development of her witch bloodline.

Robb can't envy if he wants to.

Who left him without wizard blood.

"Witches, evil spirits have come out, who knows if there will be strange legends after that. Maybe there is a cure for your physiological heart murmur. Or learn more powerful powers than witches. Robb said with relief.

"Borrow your words. If there is such a good thing, remember to call me. Madison calmed down and said, "Also, thanks for the reminder."

"It should."

Robb responded and drove into the manor.

There, Cordelia, Zoe, Queenie, Nan, and a middle-aged fat woman in a maid costume had come out to wait.

"Robb, if you're okay!"

As soon as Robb got out of the car, he was hugged tightly by a soft body, it was Zoe who did not want to wait for a moment.

On the side, Madison, who also got out of the car, his face was heavy and had been covered, first glanced at Zoe enthusiastically into Robb's arms, and then noticed the strange maid at home, and his eyes lit up and interrupted the two to make out:

"It's only been a few days, why is there another maid?" Robb, it looks like you're going to lose your job.

Hearing this, Robb, who was affectionate in front of everyone and felt a little awkward, patted Zoe on the back, put it down, and responded with a smile: "If this is the case, then I am too pitiful." Principal Cordelia, you won't really fire me, will you?

"Of course not, Delphi was just an accident." Cordelia smiled, "There's always your place here, Robb."

"That's good."

Robb breathed a sigh of relief, and his gaze swept over the gloomy-looking Delphi.

This fat woman is Lady Lalaurie who has lived for more than two hundred years after being cursed by the Voodoo Witch.

Robb said that he was willing to come to a dozen of such a curse of immortality, no matter how he killed it.

"Come inside, there's a real reception banquet waiting for you. By the way, tell me about the whole process of solving evil spirits. Cordelia said at this time.

Robb and Madison nodded, and after walking into the house with everyone, they recounted the thrilling experience of fighting evil spirits in a dazzling voice.

......

Thousands of miles away.

Just as Robb bragged about his feats to the witches.

Alpina County, Green Township.

Although Heather had been taken in, there were no more roars and footsteps at night.

But three days is too short.

Even with doubts, those who remained in Greene maintained the necessary fear and vigilance.

The town is as deserted as ever.

It was in this environment that three black SUVs drove into the area and headed straight for the cemetery where Heather was buried.

The door opens.

Led by two men in black suits, a ten-man squad dressed in black combat uniforms, armed to the teeth, but without any of the symbols of their subordinate department, disembarked and took out some high-tech instruments and equipment that obviously looked sophisticated.

Five minutes later, the armed man who was manipulating in front of the instrument screen spoke: "No supernatural essence has been found.

The man in the suit at the head chuckled, and then looked at his companion beside him.

The latter, knowing this, quickly opened the silver suitcase with him with heavy insurance, took out the only ancient compass inside, filled it with a 100-milliliter vial of blood, and said,

"Where is Heather Nemack?"

In an instant, the needle on the compass spun desperately.

One minute, two minutes....

Seeing the oozing screams in the compass that was still spinning, he no longer hesitated, quickly put it back in the suitcase, closed the box tightly, and after the screams were no longer there, he breathed a sigh of relief: "It seems that Heather Neimac is still there, but he has left here." The

male leader in the suit nodded: "The ordinary evil spirit will not leave the range of activities in front of it." Apparently, someone took it.

"Need to find the man?"

"No need. Whatever his purpose, he will eventually use it, or be used by it. This also saves us trouble.

"But..."

"Nothing. Are you the Messianian Mothers? "

“...... No.

"That's not great. Let it play more outside so as not to get our hands dirty. "