Kill through American horror, starting from the witches' coven.

Robb looked at the Book of Containment. Some time passed and there was no response.

"The evil spirit has been killed, why is it not contained?"

If he hadn't known the quality of the Book of Shelter, he would have really thought that there was something wrong with the book.

Since it’s not a problem with the Book of Containment, then it’s the female evil spirit’s business.

Is this guy not really dead?

Or something else.

Robb was confused for a moment.

Chapter 156 Scarecrow

In a dark room.

The leader of the Paradise Organization, the ruling chief named Jim, the prophet, the master was looking at the horror story book on the table.

"Robb? Detective? So that's who you are."

Looking at the archenemy of the Paradise Organization struggling in the web woven by the horror storybook, Jim smiled coldly and was about to raise his glass to celebrate while continuing to watch.

suddenly!

A series of garbled characters suddenly appeared on the pages of the storybook that had been written.

And when Robb easily killed the female evil spirit.

The writing on the page paused, and even the garbled characters were not written anymore.

Seeing this, Jim, who was about to drink, stopped.

"What's going on?" He frowned.

Fortunately, this situation did not last too long.

As Jim watched, the garbled characters on the pages and the previously written text were suddenly erased automatically.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of writing was heard again, and the page turned to the next one.

Once again, the horror storybook is working.

"Although the appearance of the female evil spirit surprised Detective Robb, he had seen too many strange things in recent times and had acquired some very good skills. He quickly eliminated the female evil spirit."

"After the incident, the conscientious Detective Robb did not forget that he still had work to do. In order to reach his destination as quickly as possible, he decided to cross the cornfield and seek help from the locals. However, he did not know that, accompanied by the crows cawing in the sky, the real owner of the cornfield, the Scarecrow, was opening his eyes in the sack and looking at him without blinking..."

Jim smiled again as he took in all the new stories in the book.

The horror story book that he spent a huge amount of money to buy must have more than just this ability.

That guy named Robb was able to kill David and his gang, so he really has powerful abilities.

It was normal that the evil female spirit described in the horror story books couldn't do anything to him.

But remember, horror storybooks are more than that.

If you can’t write the ending on one page, write two.

If two pages are not enough, write three pages, four pages...

Jim glanced at the blank page that was as thick as a finger after it was spread out and smiled confidently.

No matter how strong you are, a pile of them can still kill you...

……

Cornfield.

It looked fine from the outside, but when he really stepped into it, Robb felt like he was walking into a maze. The densely packed, towering corn stalks that looked similar blocked his vision, making it difficult to tell the specific direction for a moment.

Fortunately, he confirmed the location of the cornfield owner's house before stepping in, so he just walked forward in a straight line.

On the way, Robb saw a scarecrow tied to a wooden frame, wearing a sack and holding a steel fork.

He didn't care. After all, scarecrows were an indispensable presence in every farmland.

Five minutes passed.

As Robb skillfully pushed aside the corn stalks in front of him and strode forward, his brows suddenly tightened.

Because in front of me, I saw a very familiar scarecrow holding a steel fork, standing there regardless of wind or rain.

This is exactly the same as the scarecrow he had seen before.

Did I take the wrong path and turn back?

Or did the owner of the cornfield set up a few more identical scarecrows?

or……

Robb's eyes moved, and after thinking for a while, he continued to move forward.

Another five minutes passed.

An identical scarecrow stood in front of us again!

In ten minutes, at my speed, I should have been able to cross the cornfield.

But the result is that I have been playing circles with this scarecrow.

"Today is really weird! I haven't even started looking for them yet, why do these evil spirits keep coming towards me?"

Robb, who had already confirmed it, did not waste any more time. With a move of his eyes, blazing flames quickly surrounded the scarecrow.

After a burst of crackling sounds, the scarecrow and the wooden frame that did not resist disappeared in the flames.

"The scarecrow blocking the road no longer exists. Just as Detective Robb was about to continue walking and leave here as soon as possible, the crows that had been circling in the sky screamed excitedly, and their blood-red eyes stared at Detective Robb greedily."

"A crow couldn't help but swoop down first, and the other crows followed suit, and suddenly dark clouds covered the ground..."

Quack~Quack~Quack~

Noisy and unpleasant cries kept ringing in my ears.

Robb looked up and saw hundreds of crows with sharp fangs bared, shooting towards him like a rain of arrows, leaving no room for escape.

Without time to think about anything else, Robb raised his right hand.

moment!

The surging power of thought turned into a tornado and swept towards the crows.

bang bang bang bang...

A large number of crows were turned into piles of flesh and blood powder under the pulling and squeezing of the storm of thoughts.

But there were still many fish that slipped through the net and rushed to Robb.

Robb put down his hand and pulled out the dagger he carried with him. The sharp blade swept around him at an extremely fast speed.

Soon, one crow after another, split in two, fell down near him.

When Robb, who has a 5.0 physique, exerts his full strength, the crows will definitely not be able to dodge it.

Even with their advantage in numbers, one or two crows would break through the defense every now and then and peck at Robb with their sharp claws.

The result was like hitting thick cowhide, not even breaking Robb's skin.

This is the [supernatural physique].

If Robb had not been worried that his expensive clothes would be mistaken for beggar's, he would have completely ignored defense and attacked to the end.

Even so, the seemingly unstoppable army of crows is disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At the same time, a new paragraph of bloody words continued to be written on the horror story book:

"The Simpsons love scarecrows very much. They always win the scarecrow-making competition every year. Therefore, their competitors are always their family members."

"Another year's scarecrow-making competition is approaching. As a father, Simpson doesn't want to lose to his talented youngest son. After thinking hard, he came up with a good idea."

"Simpson put himself in a sack, picked up a steel fork, and tied himself tightly to a wooden frame in the farmland. Look! Isn't this the perfect scarecrow?"

"Simpson's youngest son saw his father's masterpiece. Not wanting to be outdone, he also dressed himself up as a scarecrow and tied himself up. This time, he didn't have to admit defeat."

"Simpson's wife, eldest son, and daughter saw the masterpiece of father and son and immediately yearned for it."

"So, the whole family became scarecrows."

"One day... two days... three days... forever!"

"The Simpsons are happy to be scarecrows and extend an invitation to anyone passing by."

"Would you like to become one of the scarecrows like us?"

Chapter 157 Chapter Pig-Headed Butcher

"Would you like to become one of the scarecrows like us?"

The moment when the last bloody word in this passage in the horror story book fell.

From the corn stalks behind Robb, a rusty steel fork stabbed towards his back with a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

The tines of the steel fork were worn flat in many places.

But Robb still felt a chill like a sharp edge on his back.

He didn't hold on.

Even if it's not a big deal, getting stabbed with a fork is still a very unpleasant feeling.

Swish!

Robb disappeared in an instant.

He used Apparition to teleport and appeared on the other side in the blink of an eye. Then he saw the scarecrow holding a steel fork in the cornfield that had just attacked him.

"Another supernatural attack?"

Robb raised his eyebrows and stomped his right foot heavily on the ground. With a "bang", amid the sound of the earth cracking, he rushed out like a cannonball. When the scarecrow just raised the steel fork in his hand, a cold light flashed.

The scarecrow's head was separated from its body by the dagger's cutting and flew out with a whoosh.

It can be seen that what is filled under the scarecrow's sack is not straw or other sundries, but a real human body.

The flesh inside has dried up.

When Robb beheaded him with a knife, not only did no blood come out, but dense straws strangely grew in the severed neck and even in the flying head, reconnecting the head and the body, and constantly entwining around him like seaweed.

Robb glanced around and all the attacking straw caught fire, making it impossible for the straw to approach. The fire then spread and burned towards the scarecrow's body.

The scarecrow was instantly in a state of disarray.

Robb saw this and prepared to make another effort.

quack~quack~quack~

The crows attacked again.

Along with it were several steel forks that came secretly from various places in the cornfield.

one two three four.

Robb looked around at the new scarecrows of varying sizes that had appeared.

Plus the scarecrow that appeared in front of him for the first time.

Five people in total.

"A family? Then I'll send you off in perfect order."

Robb's dark pupils turned deep red as he stared coldly at the five scarecrows.

……

"The Simpsons noticed Detective Robb walking through the cornfield. They were happy to have a stranger come and greeted him warmly, asking, 'Hey, do you want to become a hardworking scarecrow like us?'"

"Detective Robb refused. The Simpsons were angry. The Scarecrow was so perfect that the guests should accept their kindness."

“They are prepared to take matters into their own hands in order to get the guests to come back.”