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

The evil spirit has finished its perception.

Following its lead, Robb continued driving, quickly moving along the woodland path.

Now I just hope that the young lady hasn’t died before I arrive, otherwise my trip will be in vain.

……

Paris Hilton is terrified at the moment.

She felt extremely unlucky.

The group had originally planned to go watch the annual college game, but there was a serious traffic jam on the road, so several people had to return regretfully and reunite with two friends who had stayed at the campsite because their car needed repairs.

However, her friend had gone to a nearby town to repair equipment and had not returned yet. She had to stay for only one night. When she was preparing to have a friendly match with her new boyfriend in the tent, she unexpectedly ran into a perverted murderer.

Her boyfriend was stabbed to death before he could even say a word.

She was so frightened that she ran all the way, and when she found an old factory, she ran inside immediately.

Without having time to think about why there were so many scrapped cars inside, she found a corner and hid there trembling.

After waiting for a while and hearing no movement, Paris breathed a sigh of relief and then she remembered to take out her cell phone to contact someone.

However, she was disappointed to find that there was no signal.

"Shet! Shet! Shet!"

Bang!

The warehouse lights suddenly came on.

Paris covered her mouth with both hands in panic, not daring to make another sound. She could only yell in her heart:

"Save me! Someone save me! I'm willing to give everything!!!"

……

Tick ​​tock!Tick ​​tock!

Drops of blood flowed from the inside of the neck along the blade of the dagger inserted in it, dripping onto the green grass, making it even brighter.

A dazzling light came quickly from far away.

Amid the sound of green grass of the same kind but with different fates being bent, a car came quickly.

Robb got out of the car and, without the evil spirit's reminder, saw a male corpse lying outside a tent not far away.

He went up to examine it.

"He died not long ago. It seems that he was attacked by surprise and killed with one blow."

Robb glanced at the dagger still stuck in the dead man's neck, then turned him over and examined his face.

"Bree? Paris' boyfriend?"

Robb picked up the phone and compared it with the photo on the profile, confirming it was undoubtedly him.

"Sure enough, this group of people are in danger. Where are the others?"

All Robb saw was a tent.

He walked in and first glanced at the scattered brand-name clothes in the tent, then touched the sleeping mat, which was still warm.

"Escaped?"

Robb confirmed that the person who was just here was his target this time, so he called on the evil spirits to find Paris's whereabouts.

Although the evil spirits were able to search for living people before, they could not be sure which one was Paris.

Now with the traces left by Paris, it can find the other party accurately.

Soon, the evil spirit took a deep breath in the tent, his eyes suddenly turned, and he immediately took Robb and ran into the depths of darkness.

After being taken in, Robb or the Book of Shelter becomes its carrier, and its range of movement moves with Robb.

The two of them were very fast.

Not long after, an old factory building, like a sleeping beast in the night, appeared in front of Robb.

The door was closed tightly, and a thin ray of light from inside was leaking out through the gap.

The evil spirit pointed inside and confirmed that Paris was inside and was still alive.

But there was also a strange breath of life inside.

Robb kicked out without saying a word.

Boom!

The gate collapsed instantly.

The bright lights instantly dispelled the darkness, and looking up, row after row of dusty old cars came into view.

(The new plot is based on the movie "House of Wax", with Paris modified)

Chapter 174 Chapter Only you two are missing!

when!when!when!

The loud sound of the blade hitting the car continued to echo in the huge old factory building.

Paris, who had moved to another place and was hiding under the back seat of a car, tried to shrink herself into an inconspicuous corner, and kept repeating "Virgin Mary" in her heart.

But the knocking was getting closer.

Paris could even feel the pervert in the white mask hovering around her.

really!

When Paris saw the man approaching in the rearview mirror of the car, she was so scared that she tightly grasped a steel pipe that she had found on the ground.

then.

when!when!when!

There was a noise coming from the car door that was just a short distance away.

Paris' heart was beating wildly as she listened to this nightmare-like melody.

Fortunately, the masked man didn't seem to notice her hiding in the car. After just turning half a circle, he left on his own.

Paris breathed a sigh of relief when she no longer saw the masked man.

Just when her tense body was about to relax.

suddenly!

The car door opens.

A white mask suddenly stretched out.

"what!!!"

Paris immediately screamed in fear, and without thinking, she threw the iron pipe in her hand and ran away from the other door regardless of anything.

Her aim wasn't very good.

The sharp tip of the iron pipe only cut a hole in the white mask.

The masked man reached out and touched the wax that had flowed out from the damaged part of the mask, picked up the iron pipe that had fallen on the ground without any care, glanced at Paris who was running wildly, narrowed his eyes, and was about to throw a javelin.

Boom!

There was a loud thump of the door falling to the ground.

The masked man paused and turned his head to look over.

Paris shouted in surprise: "Save me! Save me!"

As she shouted, she ran towards the gate desperately, as if she regarded the movement at the gate as her last straw.

Robb kicked the door open and looked in the direction of the voice. He soon saw Paris, who was wearing sexy pink underwear and only a sweater on the outside, running towards him in a panic.

"Her figure is surprisingly good, even better than in the video. The same goes for her face, a little more childish."

Robb made these comments in his mind and was about to speak with a serious look on his face.

Whoosh!

A sharp sound of breaking through the air suddenly came.

Robb tilted his head without even looking.

The next second, a steel pipe passed through his original position rapidly, flew out of the door for several seconds, and then fell down with a "clang".

"Nice arm strength."

Turning his head to look at the masked man holding a blade, walking towards him without saying a word, Robb praised him and then shook his head.

"It's a pity that we are just mortals after all."

Robb's eyes moved, and just as he was about to take action, the horror storybook he carried with him suddenly moved, as if it wanted to show off in front of its new owner.

Robb didn't refuse.

Thus, a new story was born on a blank page in the horror story book.

"Perfect wax figure."

"The Xin brothers are a pair of wax figure makers with great skills. They own a wax museum, which is very popular among the people in the town and tourists passing by."

"The Xin brothers are not satisfied and want to continue to improve their craft."

"Until one day, they realized that humans are the most perfect wax figures."

"So, one, two, three... the people in the town were poured into wax and turned into wax figures."

“‘This is the most perfect work of art!’ they proudly told the townspeople.”

"'Yes!' The townspeople living in the wax figure agreed."

“So, let’s all become wax figures together.”

"You two are the only ones missing!"

You two are the only ones missing!

You two are the only ones missing!

At this moment, the younger of the Xin brothers, the masked man holding a knife; and the older of the Xin brothers, Bo, who was far away in the town with a shotgun, was preparing to hunt down Paris' friends.

Suddenly, they found that one after another the wax figures they made by hand seemed to come alive and were walking towards them.

"What's going on? Is this an illusion?" Bo watched all this in disbelief.

Seeing the wax figures approaching him with stiff steps, Bo swallowed fearfully.

"Fake!"

He raised his shotgun and shot at a wax figure.

Likewise, the masked man swung his blade nervously.

However, no matter how many times they smashed the wax figures, a steady stream of wax figures still came.

In the end, amid the screams of the Xin brothers, the army of wax figures, which could no longer resist, arrived in front of them and transformed into sticky wax slurry that covered the entire bodies of the Xin brothers.

"Finally, you have also turned into wax figures."

“It’s the most perfect piece, isn’t it?”

With the last word written, the story of the “perfect wax figure” came to an end.

Watching the masked man who had turned into a wax figure and disappeared without a trace not far away, Robb knew that this was integrated into the story of a page in the horror storybook and no longer cared.

Turning around, I saw the middle door open, and Paris, barefoot and with her hot underwear very visible, finally ran over with a crying look on her face.

"Help me! There's a psychopathic killer chasing me!"

Paris grabbed Robb and anxiously asked for help without even considering whether he was also an accomplice of the masked man.

Perhaps in her eyes, someone as handsome, tall and strong as me can never be a bad person.

Thinking this in his heart, Rob patted Paris' smooth back and comforted her: "Miss Paris, I am Rob. Mr. Hilton entrusted me to come and take you home. Don't worry, with me here, no one can hurt you."