Kill through American horror, starting from the witches' coven

Chapter 436

Silver snakes danced.

The dark curtain was torn apart in an instant.

The bright full moon was hanging high in the sky again.

Robb looked around, and the dense and slender ghosts were no longer there.

The only real body was now covered with charcoal after being struck by lightning, and his suit was even more tattered.

Robb was about to pursue the victory.

An extremely strong gust of wind was summoned by the slender ghost.

The strong wind whistled and raised a cloud of dust.

Looking around, for a moment, there were flying sand and rocks, and tornadoes.

Taking advantage of this time, the slender ghost, whose breath was much weaker, hunched over, kept teleporting, and fled quickly to the depths of the forest.

Robb chased for a few times, and then stopped rationally.

It takes a lot of time to catch up with a guy who has teleportation and is only concerned with escaping.

Robb, who had already wasted a lot of time, had to get back to the point as soon as possible.

If he was right and the Slender Man was specifically responsible for stopping him, then there would definitely be accidents with Zoe and Milton.

Robb returned to the front of the car and wanted to continue driving, but found that the car had been scrapped in the aftermath of his fight with the Slender Man.

He took out his mobile phone again and wanted to contact Zoe and the others, but found that the phone was always black and there was no response.

"Rubbish Apple!"

Although he knew that the mobile phone was most likely irreversibly damaged because of the Slender Man's ability to disturb the magnetic field, Robb couldn't help but curse.

Huawei, which is generally resistant to falling, can withstand bullets, but you, a high-end Apple, can't regroup and return to normal afterwards.

There is no way.

Robb looked at both sides of the road.

In the dead of night, the remote road could not wait for the arrival of new cars.

Now he can only walk.

Robb locked onto the direction of Stillwater Prison, and moved. He was still in the same place the previous second, and in the next second he was hundreds of meters away.

Like a ghost, he kept flashing in the wilderness.

......

Stillwater Prison.

After trying several times, Zoe and her group still failed to contact Robb, and they couldn't help showing anxiety on their faces.

However, they were worried about Robb but didn't know that danger was quietly approaching under their noses.

Because they were confident that they could suppress disobedience at any time, the witches didn't care about the management of the captives.

After they cleaned up the scene, they asked them to squat in the courtyard and not to go out of the courtyard.

The cultists who were originally arrogant were now sitting in various places in despair.

Among them, a thin man who had lost a lot of blood before and now barely stopped bleeding leaned against a car. Weak and tired, he couldn't help but fall asleep.

One minute... Two minutes...

Suddenly, the thin man seemed to have experienced something horrible in his sleep. His face with his eyes tightly closed was covered with cold sweat, and his whole body could not help shaking.

The movement was so loud that the bandage that had been wrapped loosened, and the wound that had just stopped for a while opened again, and blood could not help but flow out.

Under such pain, the thin man should have woken up.

However, no matter how much he struggled and suffered, his eyes were closed as if there was a thread sewing his eyelids.

"Hey, are you okay?"

On the side, another man who saw this scene stood up in confusion and was about to wake up his companion.

Puff!

A sharp knife pierced his back of the head and went straight through his mouth.

"Uh... Uh..."

The man wanted to shout loudly with a terrified face, but could only make a slight sound.

When he fell to the ground, dying, and finally looked up,

Under the moonlight, a tall man wearing an expressionless white mask, a blue overalls and work boots was watching him quietly.

As if appreciating a beautiful work of art, the white-masked man did not move, and watched the man quietly step into his final death second by second.

Until the thin man, four sharp scratches appeared out of thin air on his chest, ripping him open, and he was dead as dead as could be.

The white-masked man finally moved.

He grabbed a steel pipe and walked towards the next target.

At the same time, a strange smile sounded from the thin man and gradually spread.

A massacre began.

......

After the first battle between the witches and the cultists, the bloody smell of the prison courtyard was already overwhelming.

Even if it was cleaned before, it only faded, not really disappeared.

Therefore, the bloody smell seemed to be thicker during this period, and the witches who were not as experienced in killing as Robb did not take it to heart.

Until Daphne's ears moved, as if she sensedWhat: "Do you feel that it's much quieter here?"

The night should be a time when many animals are active.

It should be very lively.

Daphne felt a silence in her animal affinity, and even fear.

Hearing what Daphne said, Zoe, who had withdrawn her thoughts from Robb, also found something wrong.

She looked around and was about to say something.

"Save me! Save me!"

A terrified scream rang out.

The witches looked over and saw a surrendered cultist rushing over in panic, running towards them desperately, begging for help.

Seeing that the distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer, his face, which was twisted with fear, was about to show a look of relief.

He paused and his face froze instantly.

The next second.

Under the gaze of the witches, his whole body was split in two along the middle line, from head to hip.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, and hot intestines and organs flowed out.

Although such a scene was disgusting, the witches still frowned and continued to watch.

Because in the darkness, the guy who cut the man in two revealed his true identity.

A rusty machete.

A huge hand was holding the rough handle.

Step!

A foot stepped on the hot intestines.

Snap!

Another foot stepped heavily on the beating heart on the ground, like a juicer, squeezing out a large piece of blood.

Finally, the owner who caused everything just now revealed his true face.

Under the gaze of Zoe and other women, a tall and burly man wearing a hockey mask and holding a rusty machete was silent, but his momentum was like a mountain approaching step by step.

"Who are you?" Zoe asked with a serious expression.

Until this moment, she realized that not only the man who just cried for help, but also the other captured cultists had died one by one.

They had never noticed it before.

The man with the hockey mask was definitely not an ordinary person.

She couldn't help but be cautious.

However, this guy killed a group of cultists as soon as he appeared, and it was obvious that he was not Jonah King's reinforcement.

Who is he?

What is the purpose of coming here?