My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 658 Chainsaw
"Are you crazy?"

Rick let go of his hand and said hurriedly: "You don't know what's going on now, so you just walk around with a flashlight?"

"Are you disgusted that we didn't die fast enough?"

"Why are you all here?" Alice noticed that Rick was not the only one here.

The red-haired girl and another person also gathered together.

"You're talking nonsense." Rick slammed on the wooden door, poking his head outside: "We were all caught by that pervert."

"Let's find a way to escape now. That pervert has caught us all together. He must want to do something."

He said in horror: "And that kind of thing is definitely something we don't want to see."

"Where are we?"

Alice asked tremblingly, "Why is this place so familiar?"

"Slaughterhouse."

The red-haired girl nodded and said with certainty, "I sprayed that graffiti on the other side."

Looking in the direction she pointed, there was a big pink dick sprayed on the wall.

"damn it."

Alice also recalled, and quickly came up with an idea: "There is only one exit here, let's find it quickly."

She is no stranger to this place.

I used to play here often. When I was in high school, I threw a few nerds in with a group of people around me, and then played tricks.

It wasn't until those nerds were so scared that they peed their pants that they didn't let people leave.

Just then, footsteps sounded nearby.

A group of people quickly covered their mouths, and Rick clenched his fists as he was about to move.

After a while, a yellow-haired man fumbled out, holding a dagger in his hand, with a cold light shining on it.

"Ed."

Rick hissed softly and waved at the man.

"Shet." Ed was startled, and when he noticed a few people hiding in the room, he put down his dagger and was about to walk over quickly.

"We all live in yellow submarines."

At this time, a song came from a distance.

The tune is cheerful and the voice is immature.

That innocent voice echoed throughout the basement.

The voice sang twice, then stopped.

When the few people here heard the joyful and childlike voice, their faces turned pale instantly.

At this moment, that voice seemed extremely terrifying, making their hairs stand on end.

Although they never paid attention to what happened before, when they heard this voice, everyone thought of the mentally retarded girl, the girl who fell into the river and fell to her death under their pursuit.

"Fakeyou!"

Alice shivered and roared, "No matter who you are, we are not afraid of you."

What responded to her was a roar of explosion.

That voice made several people here look at each other in blank dismay, and they were immediately trembling with fear.

Outside the basement, Ethan observed through the radar that the light spots inside began to move.

He looked at Blake, a smile forming on the corner of his mouth.

The latter picked up the double-barreled shotgun and was about to go inside. What Ethan did, in the eyes of outsiders, could be said to be superfluous.

But she agrees very much. She wants those who bullied and killed Lisi to die in fear.

"Wait a moment."

Ethan held her shoulders and held Blake tightly: "You are outside."

"Just close the iron door, and you don't have to worry about other things."

"No."

Black shook his head quickly, and said firmly: "This is my business, and I will do it myself."

"On this matter." Ethan pinched her face:

"Listen to me, can you?"

This kind of thing is not something ordinary people can bear.

Involving her would only be a nightmare for Blake to live in for the rest of his life.

It doesn't matter to me, this kind of scum has been cleaned up enough, and the nerves are tough enough.

"Then be careful."

Black hesitated for a moment, then put down the double-barreled shotgun.

"Don't worry, there's no problem at all." Ethan patted her face, and unzipped the jacket of the jacket.

Looking inside the iron gate, his eyes turned completely cold.

The clothes and trousers were all placed in Blake's hands so as not to get dirty later.

The chainsaw, right next to it,

Hold the handle with the palm of your hand, stretch the muscles of your forearm, and lift the chain saw steadily.

"Wait."

Blake stopped him, took out his mobile phone from his pocket and gritted his teeth, "I need to let these people know who is here."

Her fingers moved quickly, and she inserted the phone into the gap of the iron door.

The next moment, Liz's voice sounded.

The voice was very pleasant, echoing in the basement.

The audio file will finish playing soon.

Hearing the yelling and cursing inside, Blake smiled and reached out to help Ethan push open the iron door with a skull painted on it.

Texas, Chainsaw.

Damn, these two words have an inexplicable sense of coordination.

Looking at the heavy thing in his hand, Ethan grabbed the rope handle and pulled hard.

"boom!"

There was a bursting sound, causing his adrenal hormones to be secreted crazily.

Stepping in, the iron door slowly closed from behind.

Hearing the sound of the doorknob being jammed outside, Ethan looked around. This basement has now become his own hunting ground.

Small things like daggers and flashlights.

It is specially reserved for them, just as a fun for themselves.

"Alice~"

Ethan licked his lips and shouted with a smile: "Don't be afraid, I'll be your friend!"

Swinging the chainsaw, he whistled lightly and walked inside.

Under the guidance of the radar, everyone has nowhere to hide. Pressing the switch with a finger, the sawtooth rotates crazily.

Begging for mercy and cursing were everywhere.

The roar of the chainsaw resounded throughout the basement.

The sharp cutting sound came through the iron gate, and Blake stared blankly at the broken window high up in the wall of the slaughterhouse.

"Boom!"

A bright light flashed, followed by a shocking muffled thunder.

The torrential rain followed, getting bigger and bigger.

The continuous water droplets seem to wash away all the filth in the world.

"Dong dong."

I don't know how long it took before there was a light knock on the iron door: "It's me."

Blake quickly took down the double-barreled shotgun on the doorknob, and looked nervously at the iron door.

"Squeak."

The iron door was slowly opened, and there was a strong smell of blood.

Accompanied by the smell of blood, there was also an evil spirit.

Blake was hit by that breath, and couldn't help taking half a step back.

The person inside the iron gate walked out slowly like a ferocious beast, with bright red spots on his strong muscles.

It wasn't until seeing that familiar smile that Black came back to his senses.

"Thank you."

Regardless of everything, she was about to fly up.

Those movements just now made her heart tremble, this is really not something she can do.

In Blake's view, Ethan chose to step into hell with half his foot for his own sake.

"No."

Ethan quickly reached out to stop her movement: "Take out the things in the backpack."

There were many bloodshot eyes in his eyes.

The feeling brought about by this kind of thing made his breath hot, and he wished to find something to wreak havoc.

But rationality told him that the finishing touches mattered.

(End of this chapter)