Kill through American horror, starting from the witches' coven

Intense jazz music echoed in the nightclub.

Next to Robb, a blonde girl was drinking and telling her companion about her adventure story of discovering a mysterious attic so loudly that Robb could easily hear it.

After listening to the blonde girl's companion, a black girl pointed out with certainty: "You found a 'voodoo' room."

"What?" The blonde girl was puzzled.

The black girl explained: "Voodoo is a religion. Slaves from Africa brought voodoo to Haiti. There are hells and heavens for worshipping God. They all know witchcraft, which is magic."

"Magic?"

"Yes. The attic you found is most likely left by former voodoo believers. This is normal. There are many voodoo worshipers here. You know, New Orleans was originally the base camp of voodoo."

Not now.

Robb laughed in his heart as he listened to the two women chatting.

The voodoo in New Orleans has been crippled, and the voodoo queen has packed up and fled, so there is no base camp.

Seriously speaking, he made a great contribution by killing many genuine voodoo wizards.

Robb finished the wine in the glass, signaled the bartender to continue pouring wine, and took the time to look at the two women.

It is normal for the black girl to know a lot about voodoo.

After all, voodoo has a profound influence on her ethnic group, and this is New Orleans, almost every black person knows a little bit.

They are not real believers, so Robb doesn't care about them.

As for the mysterious attic mentioned by the blonde.

Given the superstition of the people here, there are basically some mysterious things hidden in the corners of every old house. These are "mysterious" items collected blindly by enthusiasts.

In fact, they are all wholesale products.

They seem to be very real, just to fool people who don't know.

Robb's office has a batch of similar things.

He is very familiar with this way.

Overall, this is the story of two young women exploring the so-called "mystery".

Robb shook his head.

On the side, the two young women continued to talk.

The blonde asked if it was dangerous.

The black girl comforted: "Listen, voodoo is actually harmless."

"No harm?"

"Yes, it's all psychological, and it may take a lot of materials. If you don't believe it, it can't hurt you."

"That's not necessarily true."

A voice suddenly interrupted, it was Robb.

Although he had no interest in the topic of the two women's discussion, he suddenly found that the blonde was still very beautiful.

In order to prevent the other party from being led into the ditch by his companions, he came to the two women and explained: "Voodoo is real and can kill. As for saying that it is harmless, it can't hurt only if you don't believe it. It's more that the scammers or crappy wizards spread this situation."

Any religion, after years and many people's word of mouth, will give birth to all kinds of strange and irrelevant knowledge.

There are very few real wizards, but there are countless people who cheat and deceive others under the banner of wizards, or those who are of low qualifications and can only do one or two tricks.

There is strength in numbers.

Over time, the latter has become an authority among ordinary people.

Therefore, it is unknown when the rumor spread that witchcraft will not hurt people as long as they do not believe in it.

If this is true, what are the voodoo believers who died under Robb's knife.

What is the voodoo queen.

"Of course, some very advanced witchcraft has many restrictions to be successfully performed. Perhaps believing in witchcraft is one of them." In order to avoid killing them all with one stick, Robb added one more sentence at the end.

Then he introduced himself: "Nice to meet you, my name is Robb."

The blonde and the black girl looked at each other, gave each other a look, and then said:

"Catlin."

"Jill."

After the two girls introduced themselves, the blonde Catlin couldn't wait to say: "Robb, is what you just said true? How can you be so sure about voodoo?"

Robb smiled: "Because I know a real voodoo wizard."

"Seriously?"

"One hundred percent. You know, this is what I do."

Catlin instantly became interested: "What do you do?"

Robb explained openly: "Psychic detective. You can also think of me as a medium or exorcist. My psychic agency is in New Orleans."

"Are there really psychics and demons?" Jill was surprised.

Although she knows a lot about voodoo, it is mostly just because of her family's influence.

Like many people today, she is not familiar with the mysterious things in voodoo.I don't really believe in it, let alone ghosts and the like.

Robb didn't care, and directly told the story of the poor female ghost who was abused by her husband.

America doesn't care about feudal superstition. They all recognize the existence of God, and the legends of various demons and monsters are so true that people's ears are calloused.

It doesn't matter if Robb tells it more truthfully.

People who don't believe it will never believe it.

People who believe it have nothing to do except a few exclamations.

As for things like catching and slicing.

If they really do that, the American laboratory may not be able to fit in for decades.

This is a "free" country.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many cults living so well.

After listening to Robb's story, Catelyn and Jill whispered to each other half-believingly and half-doubtingly.

"Is what he said true?"

"It sounds true. Do you want to try again?"

"How?"

"If it's true, people like them should have something special. Let him show it."

"You tell me?"

"You tell me! I haven't figured it out yet, he's interested in you."

"Really?"

"Of course! Didn't you see that he's been staring at you?"

"Then I'll do it."

After finishing the private talk, Catelyn stood up and looked at Robb with a smile and said, "Robb, you must be very good at dealing with the supernatural. Can you let me see it?"

Robb said confidently, "No problem. Let's play a little game. Catelyn, think of a number in your mind, and I can read it accurately."

Catelyn said she didn't believe it.

So.

"Twelve."

"You guessed it right? Try again!"

"Ninety-nine."

"Great!"

"Eighty-one."

"Robb, I'm completely conquered by you!"

At this moment, the music in the nightclub became even more popular, and Catelyn's heart became extremely hot.

She glanced at Jill and gave her a look that all her best friends could understand.

Jill rolled her eyes.

She now also had the ability to read minds.

There was no need to guess that her best friend was thinking about Robb, the mysterious and charming man who suddenly appeared.

In fact, she had such thoughts.

It was a pity that he had chosen Catelyn.

Forget it.

As a good friend, after returning Catelyn's eyes, Jill left very self-awarely.

Without the interruption of others, Robb and Catelyn naturally stuck together and danced to the exciting music.

In the end, the two of them went to a hotel together and spent a wonderful night of sweat together.