Kill through American horror, starting from the witches' coven

Robb gave Nikki his address.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door.

Robb opened the door and saw Nikki standing alone at the door, holding a box of beer she had brought specially, and waving to him excitedly.

Robb ushered Nikki in and asked, "Where are Heather and the others?"

"They went to town to buy food." Nikki looked around the house curiously and said casually, "The house Heather inherited is big and luxurious. Ryan, Kenny and the others are so excited that they are ready to celebrate, and it would be best if they had a night of drinking."

Robb said, "Then why are you here?"

"It's still early, Robb, don't you think we should warm up first and enjoy the undisturbed world of two people first?"

"Especially in the house you just got, it means a lot."

Nikki raised the beer box in her hand and threw a wink to Robb.

Hearing this, Robb looked around.

What Nikki said does make some sense.

You know, once you lose, you will never get it again.

Robb, who is still the owner of the house, should leave a trace of his existence in this house.

So.

As the glasses were raised, the bottles of beer became empty.

......

Robb's house was bustling with activity.

Heather's mansion also welcomed the owner and guests again.

Although Heather had a rather unfriendly exchange with the mayor of the town who suddenly became a little strange after hearing the location and surname of the inherited property, she quickly forgot about it and happily celebrated with a group of friends with a lot of purchased ingredients.

"Don't compete with me, the kitchen is my territory now. I will show you my superb cooking skills soon." Kenny volunteered to play the role of chef.

Someone was willing to take care of all the work, and Ryan was more than happy: "As long as you don't mess up all the dishes."

He shrugged, then looked outside, and thought of something and asked: "By the way, where are Nikki and Robb? Why haven't they come yet?"

Heather said: "Nikki went to Robb's place."

"So impatient?" Ryan smiled a smile that everyone understood, "Do you need me to call them now?"

"Don't! They will come by themselves." In order to prevent her best friend from running over angrily to ask for punishment, Heather quickly stopped Ryan's action.

Ryan put his phone back, picked up a bottle of wine, went to play on the pool table by himself, and waved: "Kenny, I'm waiting for your feast."

Kenny didn't reply.

He picked up the tomato stupidly, and his mind was full of the scene of Nikki being excited and begging for mercy under Robb.

Although he had given up.

But when something like this happens to me, there is always some melancholy and... an inexplicable excitement.

So much so that the cooking part that I used to like the most now seems so boring.

"Hey, Kenny, are you okay?" Heather waved her palm in front of Kenny, noticing that something seemed wrong with him.

"No... nothing." Kenny, who came to his senses, hurriedly continued to do his work and said, "Leave it to me. Heather, go do your own thing."

"Are you sure you don't need my help?"

"Of course!" Kenny patted his chest to assure.

Heather was relieved and left the kitchen.

She glanced at Ryan, who was playing billiard happily alone beside the passionate music, and did not disturb him. She continued to wander around the house curiously.

This house is too big, and there are still many places she hasn't visited yet.

......

In the kitchen.

After coming to his senses, Kenny patted his face a few times, and finally stopped thinking about Nikki and Robb and focused on cooking.

Amid the noise of pots and pans, he accidentally noticed that there seemed to be an inconspicuous crack on the wall on one side of the kitchen.

He walked over curiously, pushed the door with his palm, and it was pushed open.

Looking inside, Kenny shouted excitedly: "Hey! Look what I found, there is actually a pantry in here."

No one responded.

To be exact, no one heard it.

Kenny didn't care, he walked in by himself, opened the drawers one by one, and immediately saw many silver knives and forks and plates.

"What a rich enjoyment."

Kenny sighed, but he didn't have any greed.

He continued to walk inside, pushed open another door, and a downward corridor came into view.

"Basement? Wine cellar? It's very likely! With Heather's grandmother's wealth, it's impossible not to store wine. So why didn't I find it? It turns out to be here!"

Kenny ran down happily, and didn't care when he saw a thick iron door sealed.

Heather's key was placedOutside.

He ran up immediately.

He prepared to give everyone a surprise but did not inform others.

Squeak~

After twisting for a while, the iron door finally opened with the largest key inserted.

As Kenny thought, there was a wine cellar inside, with a large number of precious wines densely placed.

"Wow~~ I'm really awesome! Everyone should thank me for my keen eyes! All those junk wines bought from the town can be thrown away."

Kenny took out a bottle of well-preserved wine and said excitedly.

"Huh? Why is there another door here?"

While walking, Kenny came to another thick iron door in the wine cellar.

"Is there something more precious inside?"

Kenny, curious again, touched the lock on the iron door.

Unexpectedly, the lock fell off with just a slight movement.

"Is the quality so poor?"

Kenny tried to push the iron door open without thinking much, but the latter did not move at all.

Reluctant to give up, he grabbed a nearby shovel and tried to pry it open along the gap of the iron door, but it still didn't work.

"It seems that I have to ask Ryan and the others for help."

Kenny, who was tired, put his hands on his waist and looked at the iron door in front of him helplessly.

Just as he turned around and was about to call for help.

Suddenly.

With a heavy sound, the iron door opened from the inside.

"What..." Kenny turned around in surprise, but he didn't say anything.

Buzz~

Buzz~~

Buzz~~~

The sharp and piercing vibration sound covered everything.

"No!!!"

Kenny seemed to see something and opened his mouth in horror, but it was too late to escape.

A high-frequency vibrating electric saw quickly drilled out from the darkness behind the iron door and struck Kenny's forehead like lightning.

Zizizizi...

The vibration of the electric saw, the grinding of bones, and the splashing of blood and flesh instantly resounded throughout the place.

Finally, the chainsaw stopped working.

Scarlet blood splattered like flowers from heaven, filling the long-sealed wine cellar with bright colors.

Kenny, whose head was split in half, fell to the ground with a "boom".

Then, an arm thicker than a thigh stretched out from the iron gate, grabbed Kenny's body, and pulled it into the iron gate with a sizzling sound.

Only a fresh bloody drag mark was left.