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Queenie hit the nail on the head: "Just like the last time you were almost killed by the evil spirit and were so scared that you peed your pants, you awakened your fire ability."

"It's not just that."

Madison raised her long eyebrows, and her eyes moved when she looked at Queenie.

The next second, Queenie, who was eating snacks, paused, then took the initiative to hand the snacks in her hand to Madison.

Looking at the greasy, plump hand stretched out in front of him, Madison smiled smugly and rejected it with disdain:

"Thank you. You can eat it yourself."

After saying that, she withdrew her gaze.

Queenie regained consciousness instantly and said in disbelief: "Shit! What just happened?"

Zoe was also surprised. She couldn't believe that Queenie would take the initiative to hand food to Madison.

"Mind control. Fiona taught me once, and I learned it." Madison told the truth calmly, and took a piece of freshly grilled chicken wing from Robb.

"You actually learned a new ability?" Zoe's face was filled with shock, envy, and yearning. "Can you teach me how you did it?"

She didn’t want the last time her boyfriend was in danger and she was powerless to help to happen again, so she desperately wanted to become stronger.

"No problem." Madison said generously.

Looking at Zoe who was looking expectant and Queenie who was listening attentively although her expression was not very good, she curled her lips, took out a box of beer, patted it and said:

“Drink and talk!”

Chapter 37 Chapter Blood is blood

late at night.

The crackling sounds of the campfire, the clinking of bottles, the gulping, laughter, and the chirping of insects and birds all around combine to paint a beautiful picture of outdoor camping.

They said they were going to discuss witches' abilities, but as they drank cup after cup of wine, everyone, including Zoe, stopped being "good students" and started to enjoy their wonderful vacation.

The box of beer I brought was visibly running out of beer.

Zoe and Queenie were already drunk.

Madison, the main force, was fine.

For her, who has always been an alcoholic, this amount of alcohol only made her face red at best.

She looked at Robb with fiery eyes.

Although he didn't usually drink, Robb still remained sober at 1.5 physical strength.

That's perfect.

Madison glanced at Zoe and Queenie, thinking about asking them to try harder.

Queenie suddenly stood up at this time: "I'm going to the bathroom."

After saying that, she staggered outside.

Robb looked at Queenie, then at Zoe, whose head was already leaning on his shoulder, and wondered if the night would end here. Suddenly, something soft and very pleasant to the touch pressed against his back, and a tempting voice with a hint of alcohol rang in his ears:

“It’s nice to be here.”

Depend on!

Having so much fun?

Robb, who knew who it was without having to guess, sighed that the old driver was the old driver.

With the two girls in his arms, he was about to reject them righteously when his ears suddenly moved.

The next second, Robb's eyes fixed and he turned his head to look ahead, into the depths of the dark forest beyond the campfire.

"what happened?"

As Madison said this, her two little hands painted with rose nail polish could not wait to split into two groups and occupy the key points. Robb quickly held them down.

He said with a serious expression: "Wait, something seems wrong around here!"

His physique, which is much stronger than that of normal people, gives him good hearing.

Just at that moment, he seemed to hear another sound of crushed dead branches and leaves in the other direction where Queenie left.

At first Robb thought it was caused by a small animal passing by.

But when he listened more carefully, he found something wrong.

It's so quiet.

The dense forest before was filled with all kinds of rustling noises, and it was quite lively.

But listening to it again now, it seems eerily quiet.

Animals are very sensitive.

If they behave like this, it is very likely that an uninvited guest has arrived, which they are very afraid of.

Robb squeezed Madison's palm harder.

Madison's eyes quickly regained clarity.

In the previous fight against evil spirits, she and Robb had developed a lot of tacit understanding. She looked around casually and whispered, "Is there something going on?"

Robb nodded. "Is there any way to sober him up?"

Regardless of whether there is real danger or not, Zoe must stay awake in this situation.

"Hangover pills, a must-have for Hollywood stars." Madison picked up the bag on the ground, took out a pill from the small medicine box, and without wasting time, directly controlled Zoe's mind and made her swallow the pill.

The medicine I took took effect quickly.

Zoe touched her forehead and stood up from Robb's shoulder, and asked in confusion: "What's wrong with me?"

Robb explained the current situation in a low voice.

Zoe was startled, but with her boyfriend beside her and Madison, who didn't look panicked at all, she quickly calmed herself down.

Robb didn't delay any further.

He looked worriedly in the direction where there had been no movement since Queenie left.

In order to avoid any more trouble, he suddenly said loudly:

"Come out, I've seen you."

Ten seconds…thirty seconds…one minute.

Like the gaping mouth of an abyss, there was not a single sound in the dark forest, waiting for its prey to arrive.

Robb, who seemed to be performing a comedy show, did not stop and said:

"Your footsteps just now have exposed you. Come out. My companions and I don't like such pranks."

"Come over and have a drink. These two ladies need a gentleman to accompany them."

Bang!

The next second after Robb finished speaking, the unmistakable sound of footsteps rang clearly in his ears.

Perhaps he was tricked out by Robb, or perhaps because of the temptation of the last sentence "the lady's invitation", a dark shadow walked out of the dense forest.

"Recently, there have been alligators attacking people at night. I am responsible for patrolling this area. I hope I did not disturb you. I heard that there are fine wines and beautiful women here. I wonder which lady can pour a glass of wine for a responsible person like me?"

Some familiar voices sounded in Madison's ears.

She looked up and found that it was the horse-faced man who had tried to hit on her during the day.

At this moment, the horse-faced man was wearing a stab-proof suit that was convenient for walking in the jungle, and was carrying a shotgun. He really looked like someone who was patrolling here.

If you ignore his greedy eyes that were constantly scanning Madison, and by the way, looking at the fresh and innocent Zoe with surprise.

"The quality of the sacrifices this time is really great. Anyway, the great gods only need reproductive tools. I will ask for them after they complete their reproductive mission..."

The horse-faced man was delighted. Just as he was thinking about it, Robb suddenly asked:

"Only you?"

"Of course not only..."

The horse-faced man reacted and immediately shut up.

He gripped the shotgun tightly and subconsciously looked at Robb.

boom!

Gunfire rang out.

Not the shotgun in his hand, but the Glock in Robb's hand.

thump!

The sound of falling to the ground was heard.

Until the horse-faced man closed his eyes, he couldn't figure out why Robb suddenly shot him.

How could he? How dare he?

Of course Robb dared.

He is not one of those mentally retarded young men in horror movies.

Who the hell is patrolling the jungle so late at night?

He was the first one who did not believe that the American people had such a spirit of craftsmanship.

Besides, do you really think he doesn't know that it is common sense that crocodiles hunt mainly during the day and not at night?

The combination of late night, lurking nearby, holding a gun, lustful, lying, etc., has given Robb sufficient reason to shoot.

The situation where a man has a gun but hesitates to finish off the enemy and ends up being killed by the villain will never happen to him.

As for the possibility of killing the wrong person.

It's a mistake to kill someone.

Just consider it as a small contribution to alleviating the population pressure on the earth.

Robb killed the horse-faced man without any guilt or regret in his heart.

Without any pause, he waved his hand and extinguished the campfire, and the camp instantly became dark.

next second.

boom!boom!boom!boom!

Various gunshots rang out continuously, and wood chips kept flying where the original campfire was.

"Fuck! Exposed!"

"That idiot Vincent can't even delay time. What a loser!"

"Chase them! They're running away!"

"Don't shoot! The woman must be alive!"

"Chase! Chase! Chase!"

"..."

In an instant, the originally quiet forest became extremely lively.

Under the illumination of torches, faces of men, women, young and old emerged from the darkness, shouting their slogans in unison with great enthusiasm:

"Blood is blood!"

"Blood is blood!!"

"Blood is blood!!!"

Chapter 38 Chapter The Greatest Discovery of the Century

The moment he killed the horse-faced man, Robb, who knew that the other man was not alone, extinguished the fire immediately, quickly pulled Zoe and Madison, and ran in the direction where Queenie had left before under the cover of darkness.