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

Farnsworth left first.

Robb was in no hurry to go to Heather.

He continued to wander around the residence.

Even though he owned it for a short time, in a sense this was his home.

Although it is very ordinary, that is relative speaking.

For him, who was content with a house of a hundred square meters in his previous life, owning a two-story villa was definitely a luxury and exciting thing.

Too bad it's so far from New Orleans.

Doing so will only make you, who have been promoted to the home-owning class, return to the home-less class again.

Robb searched the house left and right and soon came to the master bedroom on the second floor.

As I flipped through the pages, I looked at the photos in the frames, which contained photos of my adoptive parents when they were young.

without him.

Obviously this wasn't the place where he was adopted.

"what is this?"

Suddenly, Robb found a very old newspaper in a sealed box.

Not knowing why such a newspaper was kept so carefully, he opened it and took a look.

The first thing that caught his eye was a group photo of about twenty people holding long and short spears, who looked like they had returned victoriously. Robb's adoptive father when he was young was in the photo.

Is there anything in life you can be proud of?

Thinking this, Robb looked at the title that was specially bolded and enlarged.

"Local heroes! Residents unite to destroy a murderous family!"

"It sounds like a story of a hero defeating a villain. No wonder my cheap adoptive father has been keeping this newspaper."

Robb smiled and flipped the back over to see a picture of a miserable-looking woman on the newspaper.

"One escaped... He sawed off my paralyzed brother... Four young men were massacred..."

"Horrible discovery! The farmhouse has become a slaughterhouse..."

Lines of words fell into Robb's eyes.

"I always feel like I'm hearing something somewhere." Robb frowned slightly.

Just then, the phone rang.

Robb connected it.

Nikki's passionate voice with a hint of temptation sounded: "Hello? Robb, where are you? I'll go find you."

Robb took one last look at the date on the newspaper, and seeing that it was published more than twenty years ago, he didn't care anymore.

After all, so much time has passed, even the biggest issue has long since disappeared.

He put the paper down and finally turned his attention to Nikki.

(The movie is from The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 3D, a movie where the heroine and the director have serious problems with their values)

Chapter 113 Chapter Buzz buzz buzz~~~

Robb gave Nikki his address.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door.

When Robb opened the door, he saw Nikki standing alone at the door, holding a box of beer she had brought specially, and waving to him excitedly.

Robb ushered Nikki in and asked, "Where are Heather and the others?"

"They went to town to buy food." Nikki looked around the house curiously and said casually, "The house Heather inherited is big and luxurious. Ryan, Kenny and the others are so excited that they are planning to celebrate, and it would be best if they could drink all night long."

Robb asked, "Then why are you here?"

"It's still early, Robb. Don't you think we should warm up first and enjoy some time alone together without being disturbed?"

“Especially in a house you just acquired, it means a lot.”

Nikki raised the beer box in her hand and threw a wink at Robb.

Hearing this, Robb looked around.

There is some truth in what Nikki said.

Remember that opportunity never comes again.

Robb, who is still the owner of the house, should leave traces of his existence in this house.

then.

As the glasses were clinked, the bottles of beer turned into nothingness.

Seeing that the foreplay was over, Nikki stood up shakily and was the first to take off her suspender hot pants, revealing her toned body.

The war is about to start.

……

Robb's house was abuzz with activity.

Heather's mansion also welcomed its owners and guests again.

Although Heather had an unfriendly conversation with the mayor of her town, who suddenly became a little strange after hearing the location and last name of the property she had inherited, she quickly put it behind her and happily celebrated with her friends with a bunch of purchased ingredients.

"Don't compete with me for the kitchen. It's my territory now. I'll show you my superb cooking skills right away." Kenny volunteered to play the role of chef.

Ryan was more than happy to have someone willing to do all the work: "As long as you don't mess up all the dishes."

He shrugged, then looked outside. Thinking of something, he asked, "By the way, where are Nikki and Robb? Why haven't they come yet?"

Heather said, "Nikki went to Robb's place."

"Are you so impatient?" Ryan smiled a grin that everyone could understand. "Do you want me to call them now?"

"Don't! They will come by themselves." Heather quickly stopped Ryan's action to prevent her best friend from running over angrily to blame her because her fun was interrupted.

Ryan put his phone back, picked up a bottle of wine and went to play on the pool table by himself, waving his hand and saying, "Kenny, I'm waiting for your feast."

Kenny didn't reply.

As he picked up the tomato stupidly, his mind was filled with the image of Nikki being excited and begging for mercy under Robb.

Although I have given up.

But when such things happen around me, there is always a sense of melancholy and... an inexplicable sense of excitement.

To the extent that the cooking part that I used to love the most now seems so boring.

"Hey, Kenny, are you okay?" Heather noticed that something seemed wrong with Kenny and waved her hands in front of him.

“Nothing…nothing.” Kenny came back to his senses and continued with his work. “Leave this to me. Heather, go do your own thing.”

"Are you sure you don't need my help?"

"Of course!" Kenny assured, patting his chest.

Heather felt relieved and left the kitchen.

She glanced at Ryan, who was happily playing billiard on the other side of the room beside the passionate music, and without disturbing him, she continued to wander around the house curiously.

The house was so huge that there were still many places she hadn't visited yet.

……

in the kitchen.

Kenny came back to his senses, patted his face a few times, and finally stopped thinking about Nikki and Robb and focused on cooking.

Amid the clatter of pots and pans, he inadvertently noticed that there seemed to be an inconspicuous crack in the wall on one side of the kitchen.

He walked over curiously and pushed the door with his hand, and it was opened.

Looking inside, Kenny shouted excitedly, "Hey! Look what I found, there's actually a pantry in here."

No one responded.

To be exact, no one heard it.

Kenny didn't care and walked in. He opened the drawers one by one and immediately saw many silver knives, forks and plates.

“It’s a real luxury.”

Kenny sighed, but he didn't feel any greed.

He continued walking inside, pushed open another door, and a downward corridor came into view.

"Basement? Wine cellar? It's very possible! With Heather's grandmother's wealth, it's impossible that she doesn't store wine. But why can't we find it? It turns out to be here!"

Kenny ran down happily, and didn't care when he saw it was blocked by a thick iron door.

Heather's keys were outside.

He ran up immediately.

He was going to give everyone a surprise but did not inform anyone else.

squeak~

After some twisting, the iron door finally opened when the largest key was inserted.

As Kenny thought, there was a wine cellar inside, filled with a large number of expensive wines.

"Wow~~ I'm really awesome! Everyone should thank me for my discerning eyes! All those rubbish bottles we bought from town can be thrown away."

Kenny pulled out a bottle of well-preserved wine with great enthusiasm and said loudly.

"Huh? Why is there another door here?"

As he walked, Kenny came to another thick iron door in the wine cellar.

“Is there something more valuable inside?”

Kenny, curious again, touched the lock on the iron door.

I didn't expect that the padlock would fall off with just a slight movement.

"The quality is so poor?"

Without thinking too much, Kenny tried to push open the iron door, but it didn't move at all.

Reluctant to give up, he grabbed a nearby shovel and tried to pry the iron door open along the gap, but it still failed.

"Looks like I need to ask Ryan and the others for help."

Kenny, looking exhausted, put his hands on his hips and looked helplessly at the iron gate in front of him.

Just as he turned around and was about to call for help.

Sudden.

With a heavy sound, the iron door opened from the inside.

“What…” Kenny turned around in surprise, without saying anything.

hum~

buzzing~~

buzzing~~~

The sharp and piercing sound of violent vibration covered everything.

"Do not!!!"

Kenny opened his mouth in horror as if he saw something, and wanted to escape but it was too late.

A high-frequency vibrating electric saw suddenly emerged from the darkness behind the iron gate and struck Kenny on the forehead like lightning.

sizzle...

The sound of electric saws vibrating, bones grinding, and blood and flesh splattering filled the air instantly.