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This also makes the ghosts in this house feel fearless.

Although there are people like Vivian who are kind-hearted even after death, and her companions who died here repeatedly scared away the owners who later bought this house.

But at the same time, there are also many ghosts who enjoy the pleasure of killing because of long periods of loneliness.

Such was the group Robb encountered as he walked up the stairs.

"It's been a long time since I've seen a living person!"

In front of Robb, a man suddenly appeared, picked up the dagger in his hand, looked at Robb, licked the blade with desire and said,

"Didn't anyone tell you about the horror stories of this house?"

Another man and a woman appeared from the back, and they started arguing with each other, as if they were watching fish on a chopping board.

"There are always cheap idiots like that."

"Frey, don't kill the prey that came with great difficulty too quickly. I still want to enjoy it."

"You are so cruel! But I like it very much."

"Unfortunately, the one who came was not a female nurse."

"Just make do with it. We haven't been open for a long time."

The three of them, one in front and one behind, trapped Robb on the stairs.

Finally, Frey, who was standing in the front, said to Robb with a grim face: "Welcome to hell, newcomer."

"hell?"

Robb, who had been silent, looked up at this moment.

To the three's surprise, they did not see any fear or terror in each other's eyes.

On the contrary, there is only ridicule and contempt.

Before they could even start, they were filled with rage and were about to take action.

Robb had already said, "I will send you to the real hell now."

Boom~~

A raging flame instantly ignited under Frey and the other two.

Amid their terrified screams, one could see with the naked eye that their bodies, from bottom to top, were quickly turned into ashes.

In the end, the three of them disappeared forever without leaving anything behind.

The resurrection that was common in the past did not occur again this time.

Bang!

A loud bang came from downstairs.

Robb looked down and saw a fat girl in a white nurse's uniform crawling towards the basement.

It's not just her.

A boy with a deformed face crawling on all fours, playing with a small red ball in his hand; two twin children wearing striped sweaters; a woman with permed hair and makeup from the last century... They all fled in all directions as Robb glanced at them.

Obviously, the scene just now frightened them.

Robb looked away.

Now that you have become the owner of this house, you naturally have to establish your authority.

He was very grateful to the three people who had just shown up and were looking for death.

Ordinary attacks cannot kill the undead in this house.

But flames can purify everything.

If the young son of hell can do it, Robb can do it too.

But now he no longer cares about the little income of ordinary ghosts.

As long as they didn't mess with him, he had no interest in killing all the ghosts in the house.

It's nice to have a ghost party every now and then.

……

The second floor.

After what happened just now, all the secretive eyes that were watching him had disappeared.

Without any further incidents, Robb made it to the master bedroom.

Everything inside is very clean and you can move in just by changing some bedding.

“Nice place.”

For ordinary people, this is a scary haunted house, but for Robb, it is a mansion worth more than two million.

You can move in right away with just your luggage, and you don’t have to pay a single dollar.

why not.

Robb put down his suitcase and prepared to go out to buy some necessities.

Passing by a room, he paused.

Robb opened his spiritual vision and frowned at the middle-aged man standing in front of the window in the room, with his pants and belt pulled down, his face full of pain, and his hands dancing rapidly below his waist.

"Stop right now if you don't want your plane to explode."

"This is my house!"

……

(As everyone should know, it is the Murder House of American Horror Story Season 1. In fact, American Horror Story Season 1, Season 3, Season 5, and Season 8 are all connected.)

Chapter 321 New Master

"I'm sorry, but you have to understand the difficulties of a man who has to live with a quarrelsome wife, a disobedient daughter, and a troublesome lover forever."

"Oh~ I almost forgot, there is also a boy who is entangled with my daughter and my wife."

"Oh my god! This is hell!"

The middle-aged man did not listen to Robb's advice. He continued to cry and masturbate while talking.

Robb didn't indulge him: "If you want to go to the real hell, I can take you there."

He snapped his fingers.

Boom~

A fire started on the middle-aged man's plane.

As he had said before, this is what happens when you don't listen.

"Oh! Shet!"

The middle-aged man no longer cared about venting his anger, and quickly slapped his hands between his legs, trying to put out the fire.

However, in the end he could only watch his plane being destroyed.

Fortunately, Robb didn't do anything too extreme, and this thing will grow out after some time.

"Don't thank me. This is the best way to quit addiction." Robb smiled.

The middle-aged man finally turned his gaze and asked, "Who are you?"

At first he thought it was someone he knew in the house, but he found out it was a stranger.

"The new owner of this house." Robb looked at the middle-aged man. If nothing unexpected happened, this man must be Mrs. Harmon's husband, the unlucky man Ben Harmon who was a little cuckolded.

The middle-aged man, Ben, frowned. “When was this house sold again… Wait! Can you see me?”

I am clearly invisible, how can a living person see me?

Plus the sudden fire just now.

Ben realized something was wrong.

Robb: "What do you think?"

Ben said in disbelief, "In this house, we are supposed to decide when we want to be seen."

"Not anymore." Robb shook his head slightly. "You are standing before a powerful wizard. I can see you at any time, and I can send you to the real hell if you wish."

Ben was very surprised: "Wizard? Are there really such people?"

"If ghosts can exist, wizards must exist." Robb chuckled. "Remember, from today on, I am the owner of this house. For a while, remember to listen to me carefully."

After saying that, Robb ignored Ben and went downstairs.

Ben stared at Robb's back silently.

He had a feeling.

The once peaceful murder house is about to be in turmoil again.

……

"Sir, I'm Moira, the housekeeper who has been serving this house. Can you hire me?"

When Robb arrived on the first floor and was about to go out, he saw a woman wearing a sexy maid outfit, with dark red hair tied up, a pretty face and charming eyes, standing at the door and introducing herself to him.

Robb looked her up and down. "Show me the other side of you."

Moira's face changed. She wanted to say something, but she swallowed the words at the sight of Robb's oppressive eyes.

Just as Robb requested.

In a blink of an eye, she changed from a sexy girl to an old woman wearing conservative maid clothes and blind in her right eye.

"gentlemen."

Elder Moira said respectfully.

"Forget it." Robb realized that he was still a vulgar person. "I'd better go back to my youth. And stay like this forever."

He still prefers women who are more pleasing to the eye.

Moira's mouth twitched slightly, and she could only do as she was told.

Robb looked at the young Moira, nodded with satisfaction and said, "You are the housekeeper of this house. Now go and clean this house again. Not only you, but also gather all the ghosts who have nothing to do to work together. When you come back, I hope everything will be cleaner."

After saying that, Robb left the house and went out to buy some necessary supplies.

Moira stared blankly at Robb's back.

Let all the ghosts in the murder house clean up?

As for this new master, she didn't know whether to say that he was skilled and bold, or ignorant and fearless.

She turned and looked inside the house.

At this time, there was no need for her to call the meeting.

Now, with Robb gone, the Murder House is busier than ever.

……

"Are Bianca, Finer, and Dallas really gone?"

In the living room on the first floor of the murder house, dozens of "people" were crowded together, sitting or standing. Among them, Chad, a gay couple who owned the house before the Harmons, asked in surprise.

“I didn’t see three people in the basement,” Dr. Charles, the first owner of the murder house, shook his head in his scrubs.

"There's none in the pipes." Phil, who was wearing a full insecticide suit, shook his head.

“Not on the first floor.”

“There’s nothing on the second floor either.”

The others followed suit.

Then, everyone looked at Violet, the Harmons' daughter.

Violet curled her lips. "Not in the attic either."