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

The old man's face suddenly turned pale, and when he was about to start cursing, the bald man held him back, smiled apologetically to everyone and said, "Old John always likes to exaggerate reality."

"I told you so." Queenie looked as if she knew it.

"But it's not untrue." The bald boss then added, "Legend has it that there is indeed a crocodile man, and it ate all the people here. The people living here now are not real indigenous people."

"Including you, boss?" Robb walked over and asked with a smile.

The bald boss answered seriously: "Including me, including Old John, and including everyone in Fort Collins."

"Have you ever thought about moving away? After all, there's always a scary crocodile man around?"

“Believe me, some things are scarier than death. Besides, the crocodile man has not appeared in these years, and we just treat it as a story. By the way, we can use this story to develop tourism and attract young people like you to come and play.”

"Unfortunately, you have seen it, it is poorly done."

The bald boss laughed at himself, then took out a flyer from the shelf nearby and handed it to Robb.

"Grimm's haunted house, the legendary home of the crocodile man. It also records the story of how a man turned into a crocodile man. In the past, you had to pay an entrance fee, but now you can go and see it if you want."

Seeing Robb and the other two looking at the flyer, he grinned and said, "Since you've taken the wrong road, you might as well go here and have a look. After all, it's the same wherever you travel. There are swamps and crocodiles here as well."

"Haunted house? The crocodile man's hometown? Let's go and take a look." Queenie said expectantly.

Ever since Madison had been constantly talking about how she fought against evil spirits and how powerful she was in front of her, Queenie, who didn't want to be outdone, also became interested in this aspect.

Zoe was also eager to try.

Looking at the expressions of the two girls, although he felt that the current situation was very similar to the plot in Hollywood movies where young people went on vacation in the wild and frequently committed suicide, Robb still nodded in agreement.

It's not easy to get out and have fun, so if you take the wrong road, you can't spend most of your time rushing on the road.

As for danger, Robb looked at the configuration around him and laughed.

"Boss, how do I get to the Grimley Haunted House?" He nodded and asked.

So the bald boss began to draw the route map enthusiastically.

……

Outside the gas station.

Madison, dressed in suspender shorts, a hat and sunglasses, raised her phone and waved it left and right.

"What a damn place! Why is the signal so weak?"

Madison, who originally wanted to post some beautiful selfies on Facebook to comfort her few fans, put down her phone unhappily and said speechlessly.

"Beauty, are you alone?" A horse-faced man with a toolbox on his back, sweating profusely, passed by and whistled at her, showing his yellow teeth and chatting her up.

Madison glanced at the horse-faced man with disdain, and then she didn't even bother to reply and just played with her phone.

Such low-quality human males are totally not her type.

“It’s hot!”

The horse-faced man was unmoved and was about to get closer and closer when the door of the shop opened and the bald boss and Robb and his group came out.

The horse-faced man paused, squeezed his lips regretfully, and left quickly.

On the other side, after saying goodbye to the bald boss, Robb and his two companions reunited with Madison and returned to the car.

"Today's destination has been changed temporarily." Robb handed the flyer to Madison, the only one who didn't know, "Let's go shopping here first and camp nearby."

"Grimley Haunted Mansion?"

Looking at the big title on the flyer, Madison couldn't help but blink speechlessly as she thought of the time when she and Robb spent an afternoon visiting haunted attractions in New Orleans.

She then looked down and saw that the flyer told a clichéd love thriller story.

The only bright spot is probably that the hero and heroine are biological siblings.

"The brother and sister of the Bao Ting family lived carefree in the depths of the swamp and reproduced their bloodline. Until one day, a legendary giant crocodile that was much larger than a normal crocodile attacked them and ate the sister and the baby in her belly."

"Grimli was furious. He ran to the depths of the swamp and fought a huge crocodile. He ate its flesh and blood raw, and also ate his sister's flesh and blood which had not yet been digested. Shit, this is disgusting!"

"So, this is the story? The hero who ate raw crocodiles mutated into a crocodile man and became a horror legend who craves blood and a bride?"

Madison threw the flyer away in boredom. "If such a common story is made into a Hollywood movie, it will definitely be a waste of money."

"I think it's quite attractive." Zoe said with a little lack of confidence.

Madison turned around and said solemnly, "Trust me, Zoe. If you were a producer, you would lose everything."

Zoe: “…”

"Okay," Robb said, "Just treat it as a visit to a historical building. It won't take much time. The boss said there are still intact canoes nearby. We can use them to paddle into the swamp and have some fun. That's why we went out."

"also."

Hearing this, Madison had no objection.

The four people and the car headed towards the Grimmly haunted house according to the route given by the boss.

……

Inside the gas station, the bald boss who saw Robb and his group off was keeping track of today's bills.

The horse-faced man who had flirted with Madison earlier walked in and asked with respect and expectation, "Dad, are those the new sacrifices?"

The bald boss still looked kind and said, "They are very lucky."

The horse-faced man was immediately delighted: "Indeed! This is their supreme honor. Then shall I go and call for help?"

"Go ahead. Blood is blood."

"Blood is blood!"

Chapter 36 Chapter Drinking and Chatting

Following the simple route drawn by the bald boss, Robb drove to the vicinity of the Grimmley haunted house.

There is no road further in.

Robb called the three young witches and followed the tattered signposts into the depths of the forest.

A quarter of an hour later, a dilapidated thatched hut appeared in everyone's sight.

"Is this the famous Grimley haunted house? Would that crocodile man condescend to live here?" Madison said amusedly, fanning herself with her hands.

Zoe and Queenie were a little disappointed. What they saw was very different from what they had imagined.

"No wonder the tourism industry here has not developed," Robb commented.

Since he was already here, he pushed the door open and walked in.

moment!

Flutter flutter flutter…

The bats were instantly awakened, rushed out of the house, and flew towards him at a rapid speed.

Robb quickly dodged.

In the following time, a large number of bats woke up from their slumber and flew out of the door like black clouds.

Zoe and the other two girls standing behind Robb were so scared that they ran away quickly.

Wait until everything is calm.

Robb called the three back and shrugged, "This is one of the characteristics of the haunted house."

"Yeah...right." Among the three, only Zoe agreed reluctantly out of respect.

"Let's go in and take a look. There shouldn't be any bats in there."

Robb was the first to enter.

It was gray inside.

Broken and dirty furniture, plates covered with dust as thick as a finger, blackened and stiff dried meat, bat droppings and spider webs all over the floor...

There's nothing special about it, just an old house that has been abandoned for a long time, and there is no trace of the so-called crocodile man.

Robb and his four companions came out quickly.

The people who hadn't expected there to be anything here were not disappointed.

However, they were delighted to find a well-preserved wooden canoe while strolling in a nearby swamp.

Obviously, this couldn't have been left behind by that Grimm.

Thinking that the person was a local who stayed here, Robb and his other three were not polite.

Not forgetting their travel plans, they boarded the canoe, paddled, and wandered around in the swamp.

Unlike the swamp tourist routes that have long been developed by travel companies, Robb and his crew can better experience the true charm of the swamp in the completely undeveloped pristine area.

Soon, Madison saw the crocodile she had been dreaming about.

Following the direction the other party pointed, Robb saw half of a crocodile's head floating on the water, revealing its eyes, ears and nostrils. Judging from its direction, it seemed to be paying attention to these uninvited guests.

Madison was not satisfied just by looking at it. She was eager to try it out and asked, "Do you want to catch it and play with it?"

Crocodiles are not to be messed with by normal people.

But for a witch like Madison, it's just a toy that can be used at any time.

“No!” Zoe said quickly, “I don’t want the boat to sink.”

The wooden boat below was already at its limit with four people in it.

Another alligator?

Then everyone can only swim back.

"I can't swim!" Queenie also decisively rejected the idea.

Madison could only let go with regret.

In the following time, relying on his extraordinary physique, Robb paddled the wooden oar easily and led the girls to deeper places.

What seems dangerous to others can be easily solved by them, so they can spend their time however they want.

However, they did not know that, beneath the dense aquatic plants somewhere, a crocodile head that was much larger than any they had seen before was slowly emerging from the water, with a pair of bloodthirsty eyes staring coldly at the laughter in front of it.

……

It was already dusk.

After wandering in the swamp for a long time during the day without encountering any accidents, Robb and his crew came back and drove to a good camping place, where they set up tents and prepared to spend the night.

When traveling outdoors, it is common to stay out overnight.

When it comes to setting up tents, Zoe, Madison and even Queenie are much more skilled than Rob, a novice.

Instead of going over to make things worse, he took out a parramuta knife from the trunk of the car and cut the weeds that were in the way near the camp. He also chopped some firewood to make a fire in the evening.

It just so happens that this crescent-shaped, large and heavy short knife in my hand is very suitable for chopping trees.

Robb accidentally discovered this knife yesterday when he was rummaging through the academy's utility room. He didn't know which senior bought it, and he didn't know whether it was bought for camping or for chopping people.

In line with the principle of not wasting anything, he brought it here.

When Robb returned to the campsite with a large amount of wood, he found that three tents had been set up.

One for Queenie, one for Madison, and one for himself and Zoe. It makes sense.

Originally, Madison thought about destroying a tent and then joining Robb and Zoe's two-person space.

However, after a brief thought, he realized that if he did so, he would most likely sleep with Queenie and would have to endure her huge size and heavy snoring, so he finally gave up.

However, in such a good environment, I would be unwilling not to leave some traces like the three-day road trip.

Madison's eyes quickly lit up.

……

Night falls.

As Madison watched, flames ignited directly on the woodpile, illuminating the surrounding area.

Zoe, who saw this, was very envious and asked, "Madison, how did you do it?"

"Talent!" Madison raised her chin proudly. "Every witch is born with one or more talents. As time goes by or with emotional stimulation, the power buried deep in the witch's blood will eventually awaken."