Kill through American horror, starting from the witches' coven

Chapter 347

When the Grim Reaper came swinging his scythe.

Some people didn't care.

Some people waited for death in despair.

Some people struggled desperately.

Just as Robb moved into Madison's mansion, changed his style, and lived a quiet life with Madison.

On the other side.

A struggle that was always tense and uneasy was going on.

In an ordinary Ford sedan, Claire, who was sitting in the co-pilot, looked much more haggard than when she first saw her.

Not only because Eric, who had a friendship with her, was hit and killed by a high-speed truck under her nose.

But also because later, when she realized something was wrong and was looking for other passengers on Flight 130, she witnessed several passengers who died in front of her because of coincidence and accident.

Now she has completely agreed with Art, who was sitting in the back row and had predicted the future and reminded them that the plane was going to explode.

The Grim Reaper... is coming!

Those who were supposed to die on the plane were all the targets of the Grim Reaper.

Otherwise, it is impossible to explain why the people on Flight 130 died one by one.

Once or twice is a coincidence.

What about ten or twenty times?

Although Claire knew what kind of enemy she was facing, she was afraid, but she was not ready to wait for death.

Same as her.

Art, who was in the car, and Winter, who was driving and was Art's classmate, also had the same idea.

They originally had more companions.

But those people had accidents one by one during this period.

The remaining passengers either thought they were talking nonsense or had not been contacted yet.

With the relationship with the airport, Claire had a passenger information form about Flight 130.

At this time, she was opening the file, taking out different colored signal pens, and marking the passengers who had died and the passengers who had been contacted before.

Finally, she looked at those who had not been contacted yet.

Fighting against the god of death, they can't rely on just a few people.

They need more helpers.

At this time, Winter, who was sitting in the driver's seat, could not help but said in a trembling voice: "Jim, Anna, Haley, they are all dead! Art, do you know who is next?"

Hearing this, Claire, whose pen just landed on the "Robb" column, raised her head and looked at Art with the same nervous expression.

Through analysis and Art's foresight, they have concluded that the order of death of the passengers on Flight 130 is the order of death of all people before and after the plane crash.

However, there were so many people on the plane, and everyone left the plane alive, so it was difficult for Art to sort out the order of death of everyone.

"Let me think... let me think..."

Sitting in the back, Art covered his head with his hands and closed his eyes, and kept recalling the horrific scene of the plane crash that he was reluctant to repeat, but had to reproduce.

Explosions, screams, crying, prayers...

Art was searching with sweat all over his head.

"......Jim! I saw him! He was blown out by the hole in the plane. Then came Anna. In between were a few other people I didn't know...Haley! It's her turn! Next is... Next is..."

Art's eyes widened.

He saw it!

After Haley, the face he knew and was very familiar with had a hideous bloody hole on its forehead.

Hu~Hu~Hu~

Art opened his eyes and gasped.

"What's wrong? Art?"

Winter turned his head quickly and asked anxiously.

Art looked up and stared at his friend Winter in a daze, without saying a word.

"No...it can't be me?" Winter wanted to laugh, but couldn't, and finally showed an ugly expression.

Art nodded silently.

Winter was no longer lucky.

Beep! Beep!

He slapped the steering wheel heavily a few times.

"Fuck the Grim Reaper! Fuck!"

Only by facing it in person can you deeply understand the horror of being stared at by the Grim Reaper.

Even if it hasn't appeared yet.

"Calm down! Winter! If the Grim Reaper wants to kill us, he must use all kinds of coincidences. Cheer up! As long as we observe carefully, we will definitely be able to avoid it!" Art held Winter's shoulder and comforted him hurriedly.

"Yes! That's right! As long as we find it in advance, we will definitely be able to avoid it." Winter said hurriedly as if he had grabbed the last straw.

Art wanted to say something else.

At this moment, a long and piercing car horn sounded.

It wasn't Winter who made it.

But behind him.

Claire, Art and even Winter turned their heads to look at the first time, and saw a large truck honking and driving towards them quickly.

Soon, the two cars were parallel.Claire looked again and saw that there were extremely long steel pipes on the truck.

As the truck drove, the steel pipes tied with long ropes swayed up and down, left and right, and looked like they were about to fall off.

Carlisle, who wanted to imagine the death of the previous passengers, realized that something was wrong.

Art and Winter's pupils also shrank.

Especially the latter.

After finding out that he was the next in the order of death.

Seeing the truck full of steel pipes beside him, he suddenly thought of his own death.

The steel pipes fell off and flew towards the Ford car under the action of inertia, piercing himself sitting in the driver's seat.

Winter's hands holding the steering wheel trembled uncontrollably.

At this moment, the truck next to him accelerated, surpassed them, and appeared in front of the Ford car.

Looking at the hard steel pipes at the rear of the truck in front of him shaking, they were facing him.

Winter couldn't bear it any longer, so he turned the steering wheel and drove the car to the sidewalk at a high speed. He stopped while everyone was dodging in panic.

He ignored everything else.

At this moment, Winter stared at the truck.

After seeing the other party leave his sight and nothing happened, he laughed and said, "Look! I dodged it! I dodged it..."

Bang!

A steel bar fell from the sky, passed through the roof, and landed on Winter's head, stopping the other party's voice.

Puff!

Blood splattered.

Touching the warmth on her face again, Claire looked at it blankly.

Winter never thought of it.

Just after he escaped from the truck, because he suddenly drove the car to the sidewalk, a pedestrian happened to hit the rack that was being constructed on the surface of the building in a panic.

After a series of coincidental collisions, a steel bar fell off and fell straight into the Ford car below, accidentally killing Winter.

Screams rang out quickly.

As the sirens got closer, Claire and Art, covered in blood and with panic on their faces, walked out of the car.

They stared at each other in silence for a long time.

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Florida Express: A man thought his name was not good, so he changed his name to Jesus, hoping to make himself as powerful as God. As a result, he was crushed by a steel pipe when he went out the next day.