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

It’s the same book, but who can compare to this one?

really!

All of a sudden, as if seeing an extremely terrifying existence, the horror story book dared not move anymore, even the "The Adventures of Detective Robb" that had been writing had stopped moving. For a moment, it was extremely quiet, or fearful.

This time Robb picked up the book of horror stories without any hesitation.

Opening the first page, only the words "This book belongs to Sarah Bellows" can be clearly seen on the blood-red veins like forked branches.

Robb continued to turn the pages, and one horrible story after another, clearly written in blood, appeared on the pages.

"Snow Monster", "Attic", "Cat's Paw", "Scarecrow", "Big Toe", "Red Spot", "Nightmare", "Zombie That Never Dies"...

The most recent one I started writing was "The Adventures of Detective Robb".

Robb glanced through the contents of the book and found that they were exactly the same as the supernatural experiences he had experienced in the farmhouse before.

"I didn't expect that this book was the one controlling all this. The world is so big, and there are so many strange things."

Robb shook his head and wiped his palm across the page of "Robb's Detective Adventures". With the seepage of spiritual power, all the bloody words disappeared.

Faced with the story that he had worked so hard to write being deleted with just one click, the horror story book did not dare to resist even a little, no matter how reluctant he was.

Seeing this performance, Robb nodded with satisfaction.

"It seems that there is no need to send you to the Book of Shelter."

No matter if it is a person or an object, as long as it is related to the supernatural, it can be taken in.

Robb no longer has to worry about mission targets, nor does he lack the points to take care of them.

Compared to free or paid monthly summons.

Wouldn't it be better to carry the supernatural power with you and use it at any time?

As it happens, a horror story book that only looks like a book can be carried around with you without having to worry about scaring other people.

Plus, this book is really powerful.

Robb, who had experienced it firsthand, didn't mind keeping it with him.

Of course, there is a prerequisite, you must be obedient.

Horror story books are not dull, dead things.

With the help of the Book of Shelter, Robb had a "good" communication with him.

Under pressure, the horror story book finally chose to surrender and explain everything about itself in the form of words on the pages.

"You must be in close range, or put your soul into the book, so that the horror story book can use the target as the protagonist and unfold a new horror story."

Robb suddenly realized.

Normally, only when one has come into contact with a supernatural being or is within close range can one be marked and thus affected by it.

At that time, he was clearly so far away from the other party and had never seen the shadow of the horror storybook, but the other party was able to affect him. Robb never understood it before.

Now I know there is another way.

Capturing the aura of souls is something that professionals like the evil spirits who are soul eaters can easily do.

From this perspective, it is quite suitable for horror story books.

What a pity, who asked you to go against me?

In this way, what's mine is mine, and what's yours is mine too.

Robb continued to read.

The stories written in horror story books are not without any limitations.

For example, the protagonist of the story must be a living human being.

In addition, since it is a horror story book, it should be a horror story.

Things like love, friendship, family, and even political correctness cannot appear in the story.

To ensure the only purity.

That's horror!

Therefore, evil spirits, scarecrows, zombies and other beings that can arouse people’s inner fear are common in stories.

A horror story has a beginning and naturally has an end.

The story's protagonist must have a tragic ending.

If not, then you have to keep writing, just like Robb experienced supernatural attacks again and again, until the protagonist of the story dies or disappears from people's sight.

But there is a BUG here, which Robb discovered before.

A horror story where the protagonist faces only one supernatural event.

Horror story books should not include other supernatural elements, as this will mess up the story and is a big taboo in writing.

Robb captured the werewolf, the villain of the story, but did not kill him, so the horror story book had no idea what to do next.

Fortunately, this small flaw cannot overshadow the great impact of the horror story book.

Robb, who always believed that the more methods he had at his disposal, the better, was quite satisfied with the horror storybook, a supernatural being that hid in the rear and killed one unsuspecting enemy after another.

He put away the horror story book and looked around.

After this battle, even if there are still some evil spirits left outside, they will not be able to cause any trouble.

Robb had no interest in dealing with such a defeated army.

Of course, if these people wanted to take revenge on him, he would welcome them with open arms.

As for now.

It's time to leave.

Having stood up a customer once, you can’t do it again.

Chapter 170 Madison Calls

The Veil Farm is located in a very remote area and there is no signal at all.

After Robb dealt with the evil spirits and drove his rented car back to the town 30 miles away, his cell phone finally connected to the signal and Cordelia called him.

"...Okay. Thank you, Cordelia. By the way, Cordelia, please help me take the car back when you go back. It's on the road opposite the farmhouse."

After the conversation, Robb hung up the phone.

When he erased the story of "The Adventures of Detective Robb" from the horror storybook, Cordelia, whose supernatural events no longer existed around her, knew that the source of the incident had been solved by him, and she called him just to find out what happened.

Robb naturally described his own great achievements and praised Cordelia for her great contribution in this matter, so that she would remember to take his poor Chevrolet with her when she left.

The quality of the car itself is excellent, but it happens to encounter supernatural incidents again and again, and problems occur unreasonably.

I think it must be crying in its heart too.

But...I seem to have forgotten to say something?

Robb thought as he drove.

It wasn't until he arrived outside the small airport where he had arrived before that he remembered.

"Shit! I forgot to tell Cordelia about the return flight!"

I came here by private plane.

But that plane didn't belong to him or Cordelia, so after it was delivered to him, he naturally wouldn't wait for several hours in vain and flew away early.

Robb had forgotten to mention the return arrangements to Cordelia.

Call now?

Forget it. I've troubled the other party for so long, so let's not mention such a small matter.

Robb shook his head.

Before, the situation was urgent and they had to trouble Cordelia, who had a wide network of contacts.

As for now, the matter has been resolved satisfactorily, and Robb, who doesn't mind that little time, decides to do it himself.

Unlike when he first arrived, he was penniless, now that he had some assets, which was more than enough for him to charter a small business jet.

Just like that, Robb, with a bulging wallet, strode confidently into the private airport in front of him that only accommodated small business jets.

Not long after, he came out shaking his head.

Aircraft can be rented, but a reservation is required.

It's not like a big airport where there are many flights for you to choose from every hour.

If Robb wanted to rent one, he would have to wait three or four hours.

With this much time, he might as well rent a car and drive back.

Not only does it take about the same amount of time, it also costs a lot less.

Instead of spending money on this, Robb might as well buy a few more pairs of Balenciaga stockings.

When I was discussing the composition of stockings with Penelope, I consumed a lot of them in the spirit of scientific research. Now the stock is running low and it is time to replenish it.

In the end, Robb rented a car for a long time and drove towards New Orleans.

……

Dadada…dadada…

The fierce gunfire sounded like a loud symphony, echoing across the endless desolate road.

Suddenly, the classic melody of twisted nerves from "Kill Bill" sounded amid the gunfire.

Robb followed along, whistling and firing at random.

boom! boom! boom!

The gunshots went from rapid to regular, and from complex to monotonous.

By the end, the upbeat but eerie twisted nerves whistle overwhelmed everything and echoed in the ears of everyone still alive at the scene.

It wasn't until the ringing was almost over that Robb answered the phone.

"Robb, don't tell me you were just sprinting. If it was that fast, I'd be disappointed in you."

A cheerful and teasing young female voice came from the other end of the line.

There was only one girl Robb knew who could say such fierce words at the beginning.

"If you're not in New York enjoying your glamorous life, how come you have time to call me? Madison." Robb replied without any surprise.

"I'm in New York for work." Madison on the other end of the phone said seriously that she was doing business and was definitely not traveling on company funds.

"Also, Robb, you haven't answered my question just now. You didn't answer the phone right away. Although you finally answered it, you finished the work in such a short time. I have to doubt your ability!"

"My ability?" Robb snorted. "Madison, you have experienced it yourself. It seems that I was lenient last time."

"As for what I was doing just now, just listen to it yourself."

boom!

Gunfire rang out.

Along with one person's scream, the curses and roars from the surrounding areas rang out again.

On the other end of the phone, Madison, who was a member of the Star-Spangled Banner and was very familiar with the sound of gunfire, was surprised:

"Huh? Was there a gunfight at your place? Someone wanted to kill you?"

Robb shot a Mexican guy who showed up in the head and explained, "To be exact, I accidentally broke into a powder trading place. Two Mexican gangs who were trading wanted to kill me to silence me, so I could only enforce justice on behalf of others."

"Oh."

Madison's reaction was calm.

She knew Robb's strength and didn't think a bunch of drug dealers could do anything to him.

"Do you need me to wait a moment? I need your help with something." she said.

"Is something wrong?"