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

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Madison: “…”

At this moment, she didn't know whether to laugh or be sad.

Fortunately, Robb didn't make things difficult for her.

He said with a serious face: "There was an accident."

Robb briefly explained the reason.

Madison was surprised: "What should we do now? Do we need to call Cordelia for help?"

Madison learned from Robb a long time ago that when she has problems, she should seek help from the Supreme Witch.

This time Robb shook his head.

Unlike before, the gap in strength between him and Cordelia is not that big now.

Since he himself was unable to eradicate the curse of death, there was not much Cordelia could do.

The Supreme Witch is not omnipotent.

Just like Queenie's soul in the future is trapped in the Cortez Hotel, and Cordelia can't get it out no matter what she does.

The only person Robb can rely on now is himself.

Fortunately, although the curse of the god of death is troublesome, it is not very dangerous to him, which gives him time to find a solution to the problem.

"Where to go now?" Madison asked at this time.

Robb thought for a moment and said, "Let's go to my place first."

Madison nodded, stepped on the accelerator, and with the roar of the engine, the red sports car sped towards the murder house like a phantom.

After half an hour.

Robb returns to the murder house once again.

"Mr. Robb, why are you back?" Moira came forward to greet him unexpectedly.

Robb was about to say something.

suddenly!

He fixed his eyes and looked seriously at the house that he was familiar with.

At this moment, this house gave him a strange feeling.

It was as if a veil had been lifted, revealing its truly terrifying side.

Robb keenly sensed that this house, or more precisely, the true darkness of hell behind this house, was becoming more active than ever before.

A pair of very familiar eyes, filled with the aura of death, were staring at him closer than ever before.

"grim Reaper"!

Compared to the foggy situation at the airport, it is much clearer now.

Robb could foresee that if he continued to stay in the Murder House, the attacks from the Grim Reaper would become more frequent and even more lethal.

“Is it really related to hell?”

Robb nodded to Moira and retreated, thinking.

As a window into the human world, the power of Hell is even more evident in Murder House.

Robb had no nerve to continue staying in the murder house.

He got back in the sports car again.

"Where to go now?" Madison, who had seen it all, asked bluntly.

"Let's go to your house." Robb looked at Madison.

Finally, he sincerely suggested:

"Madison, be prepared to break the bank."

Chapter 345: One by One

Madison's home is located in Beverly Hills, where Hollywood stars gather. It is a 10,000-square-foot mansion.

Of course, she didn't buy this mansion.

At her current rate of earning money, she is still unable to shell out tens of millions of dollars to buy such a mansion.

Madison is only renting it now to show off her status as a big star, and by the way, get to know many neighbors in the same circle in Beverly Hills, so that she can introduce them to proctology examinations.

However, at the rate Hollywood stars make money, this house will truly belong to her in a few years.

This is why both Eastern and Westerners, men and women, are trying their best to get into the circle of film and television stars, even at the cost of selling their bodies.

The money comes too quickly.

Madison brought Robb to her home, asked the butler to prepare a meal, and then waved to give him a long vacation.

In order to avoid causing unnecessary trouble, she and Robb were the only ones in the house for a while.

"Now how to do?"

Madison took a bottle of red wine from the refrigerator, filled two glasses, then waved her hand and a glass flew towards Robb.

Robb took the wine glass, took a sip and said, "Let's deal with it while thinking of a solution. If it doesn't work, just hide outside."

"Outside?" Madison asked puzzled.

“A place of unspeakable harmony.”

Even the King of Hell has his own piece of land.

Robb just didn't believe that even if he ran to the ends of the earth, death would follow him.

Ding ding.

At this moment, the news push sound from the mobile phone suddenly rang.

Robb opened it and immediately said, "Madison, turn on the TV."

Madison did so.

Soon, local emergency news from Los Angeles appeared on the huge screen.

Looking at the background, it was the Los Angeles airport where he had left before.

"This is KCBS TV. At 10:30 this morning, Flight 130 bound for New Orleans exploded in mid-air for no apparent reason..."

On TV, right at the scene, a beautiful female host was holding a microphone and reporting, while the scene of the plane exploding appeared on the other side of the screen.

"It's very surprising that no passengers died in this plane explosion. It was only because a passenger suddenly shouted 'the plane will explode' before the plane started, causing all the passengers to get off the plane... Is this a coincidence, or does the passenger really have some unknown ability? This station will continue to track it..."

The female host explained the whole incident fluently.

Just as she was about to finish, new news suddenly came from the headset. Her expression changed slightly, and she quickly turned to the camera and said:

"Here's the latest news. One of the people on Flight 130, whom we call the lucky passenger, just died suddenly. According to the on-site investigation, there was no homicide or suicide. According to eyewitnesses, his death was just an accident and coincidence..."

"It starts again so soon."

Robb muttered.

I had just successfully resolved one crisis, but I didn't expect the second one to come so soon.

I can't wait.

The order in which the Grim Reaper kills people has always followed a certain pattern.

Or the order of death in the original timeline, or seat numbers, etc.

Now, the sequence has begun to be deferred.

……

Los Angeles International Airport.

Rob's former neighbors, Carlisle and Eric, went through double questioning by the police and the FBI, and learned that a passenger who was lucky enough to escape the accident like them slipped due to leaking water from the toilet while using the restroom, and his neck hit the edge of the toilet, breaking his bones with a "click" and died. The two walked out of the airport with complicated expressions.

Eric was the first to calm down and said with a forced smile: "That guy is really unlucky, isn't he?"

Carlisle reached out and tightened his windbreaker, then nodded slowly.

It's really bad luck.

He had obviously escaped a plane crash that was rare in his life, but he died unexpectedly while using the toilet.

No matter how you think about it, it's not worth it.

After calming down, Eric pointed to a bus outside and said, "Do you want to take the bus? The airport has sent a special bus to take us back."

Except for some people who will be picked up by relatives and friends, some lucky passengers on flight 130 have already boarded the return bus.

After experiencing a near-miss plane explosion, no one wants to get on another plane again in the short term.

Claire glanced at the bus and noticed out of the corner of her eye that the young man who had initially shouted that the plane would explode was being picked up by his parents.

She shook her head and said, "No, my sister will pick me up soon."

"Okay." Eric nodded.

Since no one came to pick him up, he wanted to say goodbye to Claire.

But seeing the other person standing alone in the cold wind, he hesitated for a moment and decided to stay for a while.

The bus not far away didn't wait long and had already left.

Claire and Eric chatted idly.

Boom!

A violent explosion suddenly sounded not far away.

Under the flames that shot up into the sky, a thick black smoke rose rapidly.

Claire and Eric stared at it in amazement.

Judging from its location, it is exactly the direction where the bus carrying the passengers of Flight 130 left.

"It can't be such a coincidence." Eric's heart trembled, and he said to Claire with a not very happy expression.