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

I can only say that America is a land of outstanding people and beautiful scenery.

after an hour.

The bus stopped at Robb's final destination.

At the same time, Johnson raised his voice and introduced solemnly:

"The next stop for our shattered souls! The jewel of downtown! The pride of Los Angeles! A forbidden place for all living beings!"

"Welcome everyone to..."

"Murder House!!!"

Chapter 319 Murder House

"Murder House!"

"It was built in 1922 by Dr. Charles and his wife Nora. They have lived here ever since with their son Thaddeus."

"The good times didn't last long. Dr. Charles' career fell into a trough and he became addicted to powder and Frankenstein. Nora started a side job to make a living, introducing girls to come for abortions to make money."

"Until one day, the boyfriend of a woman who had an abortion found out about it. In anger, he kidnapped the doctor's son, Thaddeus, and dismembered him."

"Dr. Charles used another person's heart to reassemble his son and resurrect him. Thaddeus then became a monster who only ate meat and did not drink milk."

"Nora discovered the truth. In her grief, she shot Charles and then committed suicide."

"Legend has it that Nora's ghost has been wandering around every corner of this house. Together with her beloved, mutilated child..."

Outside the rusty iron gate, Johnson, the tour guide on the Eternal Darkness Tour bus, held the microphone in one hand and pointed to the murder house on the left with the other, and spoke in a low voice,

"Nora's suicide was just the beginning of the bloodbath. After that, every family living in the murder house suffered an accident. Rumor has it that there are no less than thirty bodies buried here. Among them is an acquaintance of ours on the Eternal Darkness Journey. The wife of the Harmon family in the bloody tragedy that occurred here in 10."

"She was the owner of this house back then. Like everyone here, she signed up to take the Eternal Darkness Tour bus and listened to me explain the history of the Murder House."

"What a shame! She didn't learn her lesson and move out of here early."

Johnson sighed deeply, then checked the time.

He looked up and said, "Well, that's enough of the introduction to the infamous murder house. Now let's move on to... Eh? Sir, what are you doing?"

A look of sudden surprise appeared on Johnson's face.

Just because a passenger in the last row of the bus who had been silent suddenly jumped off the bus, dragging his suitcase and walked towards the murder house.

"You can't go in, sir!" John shouted subconsciously, as if he had said the same thing before.

The passenger, Robb, turned around and smiled, "From today on, this is my home."

……

With confused looks on their faces, the people followed the bus of the Eternal Darkness Journey away.

Robb turned around and looked at the large red and white Victorian-style villa in front of him.

There's nothing to see inside.

But from the outside, it looks dilapidated.

Most of the green plants that serve as the fence have rotted and withered.

The iron gate for entry and exit is covered with rust.

The word "For Sale" on the sign next to it was so blurry that it was hard to recognize.

It is obvious that no living person has lived here for a long time.

Even though the house price in front of you only costs 200,000 yuan compared to the surrounding housing prices of more than two or three million yuan, no one dares to move in.

It’s really because Murder House’s “achievements” are so great.

If Robb wanted, he could have taken over this hot commodity from the real estate agent at a lower price.

but.

Why spend money when you can get it for free?

Does anyone dare to go in and chase him out?

Robb looked up at the large villa in front of him, which included the front and back yards. He curled the corners of his mouth and waved his hand forward with curiosity and expectation.

Squeak~~

The iron gate that was originally closed opened automatically, and a road covered with fallen leaves and moss appeared before his eyes.

Robb strode in, dragging a suitcase, wearing a black slim suit, with a handsome figure, elegant and mysterious temperament.

His eyes swept across the flat land on both sides. He felt like he was standing on a mass grave. He shook his head and came to the gate.

Still stretched out his hand and waved.

But unlike the previous iron door, the door of the villa remained motionless.

"He has a bad temper."

Robb vaguely felt that there was a force blocking him.

He was not surprised.

The horrific place called Murder House is a spooky place, and can even be said to be the gate to hell.

The Son of Hell was born here, so naturally he has his own special features.

Robb reached out his hand again and increased his force.

There were no surprises this time.

Click.

The door of the villa still opened its arms.

Pushing the door open, a scene that had only existed in my memory appeared in reality.

Brown floor, colorful glass, handrail staircase at the end...

Authentic Tiffany decor.

Unlike the outside world, which is a dirty environment that seems to have not been cleaned for decades.

After entering the house, Robb found that it was much cleaner than he had imagined, and it did not look like it had been uninhabited for a long time.

Yes, even though the people living here are not living people, they also hope that the place where they live is clean and tidy.

"This house... is really crowded!"

Even without opening his spiritual vision, with Robb's current perception, he could still find that there were so many residents in this house that it was unreasonably crowded.

"Only more than 30 people died here? This is just what the outside world found. The number of people who actually died here is far more than this."

"Also, this house is very strange. It can actually suppress some of my power."

After feeling it, Robb commented with some surprise.

But that's it.

Unless it's in hell.

You can wander around freely anywhere in the world, even in mysterious places.

There was the sound of wheels rolling on the floor.

Robb dragged his suitcase and began to wander around the famous murder house with great interest.

Boom...boom...boom...

Suddenly, another rolling sound was heard.

A small red ball rolled in from the depths of the corridor and stopped at Robb's feet.

Robb, who was checking whether the kitchen was usable, didn't care. He kicked the red ball far away with his right foot.

But it didn't take long.

Boom...boom...boom...

The red ball rolled over again.

This time, Robb finally looked over.

It's just that he didn't show confusion or fear like ordinary people.

He increased his strength, kicked the red ball far away, and said coldly:

"Go play by yourself!"

The red ball seemed to be frightened, and there was no more rolling sound in the house.

After Robb checked the kitchen and found that everything was usable, he prepared to go to the second floor to see the bedroom where he would live next.

As he passed by the living room.

Suddenly, a baby cried.

Robb turned his head and saw a middle-aged woman holding a child who seemed to have just appeared, humming a nursery rhyme tenderly:

"Don't cry, little darling. Mommy will buy you a bird. If the bird doesn't sing, Daddy will buy you a diamond ring..."

The baby's crying gradually subsided.

At this time, the middle-aged woman noticed Robb and said embarrassedly:

"I'm sorry to disturb you."

……

Chapter 320 Murder of the Residents of the House

"Sorry to disturb you." The middle-aged woman noticed Robb and said embarrassedly.

Robb didn't care. He looked closely at the baby in the middle-aged woman's arms and said, "She is very lucky."

A baby who died just one second after being born became an eternal existence because of this house. In a sense, this is a blessing for both her parents and herself.

"Indeed, compared to the unfortunate people in this house, Jeffrey has at least not experienced any hardship. I am Vivian Harmon. Are you the new owner of this house?"

The middle-aged woman, Vivian, asked Robb curiously after comforting her daughter Jeffrey.

Robb shrugged. "In a sense, yes."

A trace of worry flashed in Vivian's eyes: "You should have heard the legend of this house. Leave here quickly while there is still time. Otherwise..."

"Otherwise, you will be trapped here forever like you and your daughter." Robb smiled and took over the conversation.

"You...how could you..." Vivian was shocked. "Did you die here like us?"

"I am not a ghost. I just know a lot." Robb said calmly, "As the new owner of this house, I still like the hustle and bustle and don't mind having other guests in the house. Of course, it would be great if you could do more within your ability."

"Vivian, you can cook, right? I'll trouble you with lunch later."

Robb waved his hand and walked upstairs without waiting for Vivian's response.

Vivian watched all this in bewilderment.

There was too much information coming at once and she hadn't reacted yet.

……

Everyone who dies in the murder house within the iron gate will become a ghost and remain here forever.

Because of the special nature of this land.

The people who died here remain exactly the same as they were before death, unlike other ghosts who have hideous appearances and twisted minds.

They can choose to show themselves in front of ordinary people, or hide themselves, and even if they communicate around ordinary people, the latter will not react.

Additionally, due to the nature of the Murder House, normal repelling spells against ghosts have no effect on them.

Even when they turned into physical bodies, they were killed.

It didn't take long for them to recover.