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

Afterwards, as the new owner of the Murder House, it's time to meet with all the residents of the house and explain what to do and what not to do.

Robb stamped his right foot hard on the floor.

moment!

The seemingly ordinary action was like an invisible and violent storm, sweeping through every corner of the murder house.

Under this enormous force, no matter how the ghost of the murder house resisted or how unwilling it was to appear, it was useless.

After a while, the world was spinning.

The ghosts who had died here in the past hundred years were once again staggered into the living room.

The only difference is that last time it was active, and this time it was passive.

The Harmon family; Constance's husband, lover and her three children; the gay couple; Dr. Charles and his wife; the fat and thin female nurses; the twin children; the mother and her two daughters whose bodies were burned black; the four young female students, etc., were all staring at all this in a daze at this moment.

"What's going on? Why am I here?"

"I was sleeping! Who woke me up?"

"How did a living person appear in front of us? He seems to be able to see us?"

"He's the new owner who moved into this house!"

"..."

The ghosts started talking at once.

Robb looked at the ghosts that almost filled the large living room in front of him and said, "Quiet."

The voice was plain, but it sounded like thunder in the ears of all the ghosts.

They were so shocked that they were speechless for a moment, and then they all looked at Robb with surprise, anxiety and fear.

Robb looked at the ghosts in front of him, who numbered at least fifty, and said calmly, "As you can see, I am the new owner of this house."

"Unlike some of the unlucky former owners of the house here, I have great strength. Ordinary people are afraid of ghosts, but I am not. I even regard you as trash."

Upon hearing this, the ghosts present were in an uproar, and it was obvious that the name of "small fry" made them unhappy.

After all, for so many years they have always been the ones to tease the living, while the living can't do anything to them.

"Don't believe it?" Robb saw it and said with a smile on his face, "If anyone wants to kill me, they can do it now."

As soon as the voice fell, most of the ghosts present subconsciously looked at Ruby who was leaning against the wall, weakly swinging the folding knife in her hand.

After the vinyl man had not made any move, this woman, who ranked at the top of the murder house in terms of both murderous intent and execution, was undoubtedly the best choice.

Noticing many eyes looking at her, Ruby paused with the folding knife in her hand.

Subconsciously, she looked at Robb.

When she saw the other person looking at her, she felt her legs go weak.

In the end, Ruby just moved her lips a few times, as if cursing something, then lowered her head and did nothing else.

"Huh? Didn't she threaten to kill the new owner of the house? Why is there no movement now?" Gay Chad asked puzzled.

"It looks like she's learned her lesson." As a psychologist, Ben's observation skills are sufficient.

Recalling his own personal experience with flying airplanes, Ben sighed and said:

"Wizard?"

"I didn't expect there are wizards in this world. How cool!" Ben's daughter, Violet, looked at Robb with her eyes shining.

"Little Violet, be careful..." Ted wanted to remind Violet, but seeing that she ignored him, he could only sigh.

He looked at Robb, who was sitting on the sofa but seemed to be looking down on everyone.

In the past, with his uncontrollable emotions as if there was a demon raging in his heart, he would have rushed up to kill the other person.

I don't know why, but in the past few years he has returned to normal and no longer has his previous irritability and desire to kill.

Ted glanced at Robb and finally shook his head.

The two murderers in the murder house were silent, and Bianca and the other two had died terribly before.

After a burst of noise from the ghosts present, there was no movement in the end.

Robb looked around and continued, "Since no one has come forward to challenge my position, as the master of this house, I will now issue a few new rules."

"You are not allowed to show up to scare or kill people without my permission."

"You are not allowed to enter the master bedroom without my permission."

"You must clean the house once a day. You are not allowed to damage anything in the house."

"..."

"Finally, if there is any violation..."

Under the gaze of the ghosts, Robb slowly raised his right hand.

Accompanied by turning your palm downwards.

Boom!

A tremendous pressure suddenly fell on every ghost except Vivian who was holding the baby, Moira, and a few little girls.

boom!boom!boom!boom!

A group of "people" knelt on their knees, with painful expressions on their faces, as if they were crushed by a heavy object.

One second, two seconds.

Finally, in the third second, the pressure disappeared.

The ghosts present immediately showed a sense of relief, and at the same time, Robb's final warning rang in their ears.

“This is what happens to you.”

"Do you understand now?" Robb asked.

The ghosts who had personally experienced Robb's power nodded repeatedly.

"Very good. Now, go away."

Robb waved his hand.

In a flash, the ghosts quickly flew back to where they came from.

Robb was the only one left in the living room.

Sitting on the soft sofa, Robb smiled with satisfaction as he looked at the house in front of him, whose living room alone was half the size of his previous life's residence.

He was in a good mood as he got the house, which was originally worth more than 200 million US dollars, without spending a penny.

As for the real estate agent, he may introduce a sucker to you, or he may come forward to hold you accountable if he sees you going in and out.

Ha ha.

At that time, it will be the ghosts that you have raised at home that will take action.

The only trouble is its own problem.

This house infected by hell affects its residents at all times.

When the former male owner lived here, he would often sleepwalk into the kitchen in the middle of the night, turn on the stove and try to commit suicide.

It can be said that even if there are no ghosts coming out to kill people, if a living person stays in this house for a long time, he will eventually face death.

Robb didn't care about that.

All you have to pay is a little bit of energy.

……

Chapter 324 Constance

Click.

The back door of the Murder House Restaurant opened.

Robb's ears twitched and he turned his head to look, and saw an old woman who was dressed exquisitely and looked very energetic walking in with a plate of cakes.

"Ted~Beauregard~Rose~Good kids! Come out quickly, I made your favorite pastries." The old woman raised the tray and called out with familiarity.

"I guess they don't have time to show up and eat right now."

Robb immediately realized the old woman's identity.

Constance.

A woman with an ill-fated life.

She caught her husband cheating on her with his maid, Moira, and shot them both dead.

The ghosts of the two are now in the murder house.

Of her four children, three suffer from Down syndrome and one is corroded by darkness and becomes a mentally abnormal person.

The little red ball that Robb first encountered when he arrived at the murder house was Beauregard's toy.

This child, who looked even more deformed than a deformed person and had been locked in the attic since childhood, was suffocated to death by his admirer at the order of the exhausted Constance.

Ted, whose mind was eroded by darkness, committed a campus massacre and was shot to death by SWAT in the attic of the murder house, which was Constance's home at the time.

As for the two daughters.

Rose has no eyes and the cause of her death is unknown.

Adelaide was hit by a car on the road outside the door and died, and even her soul could not remain in the murder house.

Constance lost her husband and four children.

A normal person would have collapsed long ago after such continuous heavy blows.

In the end, Constance persisted.

I have to say that the other party's psychological endurance is quite strong.

It was only after the Harmons died that she raised a demon child named Michael.

I witnessed that the other party started killing various animals since he was a child, and later he even killed people.

Knowing what kind of monster she had nurtured, she became disheartened and eventually committed suicide by swallowing poison.

'It now appears that Constance did not commit suicide. Has the Devil's Child not reached that point yet?'

After dealing with the murder house, Robb wanted to take some time to go next door, but he didn't expect the person involved to come over by himself.

Constance heard the voice and turned to notice Robb.

She raised her eyebrows. Seeing that the children did not appear, she put down the cakes, lit a cigarette, and said to Robb in a mocking tone while puffing smoke:

"A new face. New here?"

“There are always people who want to get a bargain, but forget what happened to every previous owner of this house.”

Constance thought Robb was the new ghost who had moved in.

Robb smiled and explained, "I am the new owner of this house. Like you, I am a living person."

"A living person?" Constance was a little surprised.

She shook off the ashes from the cigarette and reminded him nonchalantly, "If I were you, the sooner you move out of this cursed place the better. Otherwise, you'll be in a different identity the next time we meet."

Robb: "It's the identity of a ghost."

"You knew?" Constance asked in surprise.

"I have dealt with your three children before." Robb pointed his finger, and the cigarette in Constance's hand went out instantly. "Not only them, I have seen all the ghosts in this house just now."

“They are quite easy to deal with.”

Easy to deal with?

Constance looked at the extinguished cigarette in her hand in silence, then glanced at the floor beside her.

If she remembered correctly, more than one person died in this place.

"who are you?"