My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

As the movement of the bed became louder, the expressions of the people hiding underneath became unnatural.

There was also a hint of embarrassment between the panic and anger.

Especially Carly, her mouth was covered and her body was pressed, making her breathing a little difficult.

She twisted hard, trying to get Ethan to let go.

After a few twists, her body froze and then quickly softened.

Ethan's eyes observe his nose, his nose observes his heart, and his heart observes the universe.

It had no effect. The violent movement of the bed board and the deafening sound caused his universe to expand rapidly.

Carly clearly felt that the feeling of oppression was getting bigger and bigger.

She looked to the side and found Dalia staring at her. Carly remembered that she was the female companion of the person on her body, and suddenly felt extremely embarrassed.

Unexpectedly, Dalia blinked at her quickly.

Carly's face felt hot and she immediately closed her eyes.

After Ethan spent an excruciating half an hour, the movement above his head finally stopped.

After a while, the snoring sounded.

After waiting for another ten minutes, he heard the breathing above him calm down and winked at the people next to him.

Just as he was about to climb out, he found that Carly's hands were tightly wrapped around her, and her eyes were still closed.

In desperation, he had no choice but to straighten his waist.

Carly let out a loud snort and opened her eyes.

Ethan curled his lips at her to indicate that he was going out.

Carly's ears turned red and she quickly let go of her hands.

Ethan carefully got out from under the bed and motioned to the people inside not to move yet.

He crawled to the head of the bed on his hands and knees, and then quietly stood up.

The three people on the bed were sleeping soundly, with their eyelids closed.

The man lying in the middle is called Big Head. His body is covered with muscle lumps, his skin is dark, and his long hair is messy.

He opened his arms wide and hugged each other.

The two blond women rested on his strong arms, with satisfied expressions on their faces.

Despite her average appearance, her curves are amazing.

Ethan moved his steps and walked slowly towards the stove.

There was a machete on the desk, the handle of the knife was tightly wrapped with a cloth strip, and the blade was stained with blood.

He reached out to hold the handle of the knife, lifted the machete, then picked up a rag next to it, grabbed the blade, and slowly wiped it across it.

Ethan walked to the bed with a machete in hand and looked at the three people lying on the bed coldly.

Perhaps because he had been living in the mountains all year round, the man named Big Head had an extremely keen sense. He opened his eyes suddenly and looked at Ethan.

The cold light fell.

puff.

A short, dull sound caused the people hiding below to tremble momentarily, and the quilt above the bed was quickly stained red.

Jesse's pupils shrank, and she immediately guessed what Ethan was doing.

She gritted her teeth, not feeling the slightest bit afraid, only feeling extremely relaxed.

Ethan slashed his neck with a powerful and heavy knife, and the blade even penetrated the bed board a few inches.

This sudden sound made the women sleeping on both sides wake up and opened their eyes in a daze.

At this time, Ethan had already pulled out the machete.

Before the two naked women could make a sound, he quickly chopped them with the knife like chopping vegetables.

The bedding was finally soaked, and red water droplets dripped slowly.

"Come out."

Ethan retracted his machete and swung it, and a line of blood was thrown out of the ground.

After hearing his voice, several people who were suffocating below quickly climbed out.

"your backpack."

Scott handed Ethan his backpack to him, then turned around

Seeing the three people lying on the bed with their heads separated, he covered his mouth and felt nauseated.

Dalia reached out and grabbed his shirt, pulled him in front of her, and whispered:

"If you feel like throwing up, just think about what two of your friends have been through."

Scott's face turned blue and white, his Adam's apple swallowed several times, and then he nodded heavily.

Jesse and Carly gritted their teeth and walked towards the back. Ethan was afraid that something might happen, so he handed the machete to Dalia and quickly followed.

There was a low cry, and the two of them stood at the door of the toilet, covering their mouths with their hands, and their shoulders kept twitching.

Ethan walked up behind them. Both Francine and Evan were lying on the floor of the toilet, their abdominal cavities had been ripped open.

Without saying a word, he directly used his arms to hug Jesse and Carly and retreated.

Let alone someone you know, even if you are a stranger, normal people would not be able to bear this kind of scene.

People who cannot bear it mentally will have a nervous breakdown.

Carly burst into tears and tried to reach out and pull on the door frame.

She wanted to take her two friends away, but her arms still hung down weakly.

In this situation, I don't know if I can survive.

After being carried back to the hall by Ethan, Jesse's strong desire to survive forced Jesse to stand firm.

She wiped the tears from her face with trembling hands, took a few deep breaths and looked at Ethan.

"What do we do now?"

Ethan looked at the clothes on the bedside and said, "Let's first look for anything we can use."

"car key."

Jesse reacted instantly, resisting the discomfort and grabbing the blood-stained clothes on the bedside.

She raised her clothes and rummaged around for a while, then sighed helplessly.

When everyone saw this, they had no choice but to look for the guy in the house who was taking advantage of him.

Ethan pursed his lips and looked around. He quickly walked to the foot of the bed. There was an old double-barreled shotgun, and the handle of the shotgun was even wrapped with tape.

He picked up the shotgun, lowered the barrel, and loaded two rounds of shotshells into the magazine.

Ethan closed the barrel of the gun with a click, then searched in the small cabinet next to him, but found no spare bullets.

He glanced at everyone, then reached into the cabinet, and a Python revolver instantly appeared in his hand.

The only three .357 Magnum pistol bullets left in the space also fell into the cabinet.

There is no room for the M4 in the cupboard, and there are so many people in the room that I can do magic, but I can't.

Next, I can only use it sparingly.

"Shet, it will be easier if you have this thing."

At this moment, Scott saw the double-barreled shotgun in his hand and walked over with a table knife.

When Ethan pulled out the revolver from the small cabinet, his eyes lit up.

Scott put down the knife and rubbed his hands vigorously.

"Can you give me a handful?"

Ethan looked at his eager look, with a smile on his lips, and flatly refused.

"Can't."

"Why?"

Scott hurriedly said: "Don't worry, I've been to a gun shop before."

Ethan shook his head, opened the revolver's magazine and checked it. It was filled with bullets. He stuffed the silver python revolver into his lower back with satisfaction.

"Man, don't you believe me?" Scott became anxious when he saw Ethan still refusing.

Noticing the sound here, the three women on the other side walked over together.

Dalia was the first to speak, "It's not that he doesn't believe in you, Ethan just believes in himself more."

Carly held the table knife in her hand and asked curiously:

"What do you mean?"

Jesse also cast a curious look, while Scott looked unconvinced.

Big Brother Xianyu, you shouldn’t be angry, right?