Kill through American horror, starting from the witches' coven

Chapter 155

As a director of the witch group and protector of the witch academy, Robb has the obligation to protect the safety of young witches.

This also includes meeting the legitimate demands of young witches.

For both public and private reasons, Robb must agree to Adriana's invitation to him to give a physiology class.

But not now.

For lectures, both teachers and students must be in a state and in a quiet place conducive to learning.

This is the only way to ensure efficiency.

Robb's current refusal shows that he still cares about Adriana.

After agreeing on a date, Adriana said goodbye to Robb with anticipation and went upstairs excitedly.

Robb continued his unfinished work.

The next day.

He returned to the office and started a new day of work.

After the bonus period of Halo, the business of the office returned to normal mode.

Fortunately, thanks to Robb's strong hand in the Halo incident, his reputation was further spread and affirmed, and he received more business than before.

If you calculate it, after deducting various expenses, the monthly surplus of the firm is not small, which is higher than the income of most middle-class people.

If you save up for a few years, it will be no problem to buy a big villa.

Seeing that he is getting closer and closer to the goal of the blond paradise party, Robb is full of energy.

At this time, he is driving to a haunted place that his employer calls.

At the same time.

In a dark room somewhere, under the dim light, a thick and large storybook with a simple shape was opened, turning over page after page of stories written in blood until it came to a blank page.

A finger with a special soul breath touched it.

"Write his story." The owner of the finger said lightly.

Swish.

The pages of the story collection moved slightly.

The next second, as if an invisible hand was writing, a line of bloody titles appeared automatically at the top of the blank page of the storybook with strokes.

"Robb's Detective Adventure".

The sound of the stylus pen sketching continued.

The second line, the main text officially began:

"Robb is a passionate and energetic young detective. With his good ability, he became famous in the local area in a short time. On this day, he drove to his new employer's house as usual. However, a tire explosion forced him to stop halfway..."

"Shit!"

Robb, who was holding the steering wheel with one hand and holding his mobile phone with the other, and was watching the hot fitness photos that Adriana had just sent, suddenly heard a bang, and the front of the car trembled. He didn't have time to think about it and stepped on the brakes at the first time.

When he got out of the car to check, he found that one of his tires had been cut into a big hole somehow, and it was obviously no longer usable.

Robb looked back and didn't see any sharp objects on the road.

"So unlucky?"

He looked around.

The employer's home was in a town in the suburbs.

The road was very quiet, with few passing vehicles, and there was no spare tire in his car.

"Should we go?"

Robb looked at the side of the road, and saw a house standing in the cornfield.

Maybe he could ask the family if they had a spare tire? Or borrow a car from them?

"Detective Robb thought so. Although there were some minor setbacks, he was full of energy and was unwilling to give up every hard-earned business. So, after taking out the warning sign in the trunk of the car and putting it away, and handling the emergency measures, he turned and walked towards the farm in the cornfield."

"Gudong...Gudong...Gudong...Suddenly, a slight rolling sound sounded behind Detective Robb. He turned around quickly and saw a small thing rolling towards him."

"'What is this?' Detective Robb picked up the thing that rolled to his feet curiously."

"What is this?" Robb picked up the thing under his feet curiously to check.

"'It's actually a toe!' After checking it out, Detective Robb frowned and said.

"It's actually a toe!" Robb frowned. He had chopped off many people and knew very well that the toe in his hand was real, and it was the big toe.

"'Is there a dead person nearby? Is there a murderer provoking me?' Detective Robb thought of this at the first time, and quickly scanned the surroundings with his sharp eyes."

"Is there a dead person nearby? Is there a murderer provoking me?" Robb, who felt that he had met another pervert, scanned the surroundings.

If someone really dared to provoke him, he wouldn't mind letting the other person understand why the flowers are so red.

However, he found nothing until a gloomy female voice echoed in his ears.

"'Who...took my...big toe? ' Detective Robb suddenly heard a strange roar, and he hurriedly looked around, but found nothing. "

"Who...took my...big toe?"

"Who...took my big toe?"

"Who took my big toe?"

"The strange roar was getting closer and closer, and Detective Robb still found nothing. Just when he was about to evacuate, feeling something was wrong, suddenly! A hideous, extremely dark female evil spirit appeared in front of him, revealing a foot with a missing big toe, looking at the big toe in Detective Robb's hand with anger and said: 'It turned out to be you! You stole my big toe! '"

"The female evil spirit stretched out her sharp claws in anger, determined to cut the thief who stole her big toe into pieces. Detective Robb was panicked...*#&*"

"It turns out that it was the evil spirit that was causing trouble for a long time! ”

On the road, Robb was not panicked when he saw the female evil spirit in front of him. Instead, he wanted to laugh.

“Steal the big toe? Who would be so tasteless? It would be better to steal the golden arm.”

Robb, who suddenly thought of his first target, the evil spirit Heather, laughed.

If he hadn’t been in a hurry to go to his employer, he could have chatted with the female evil spirit in front of him.

But now, forget it.

Robb pressed his palm.

Instantly!

The female evil spirit that came with great momentum fell heavily to the ground with a "bang".

Boom~~

The blazing flames ignited from the female evil spirit. No matter how it struggled, it could not move at all. In the end, it could only turn into a pile of ashes.

“Sending a head thousands of miles away, the gift is small but the sentiment is great. Thank you! "

Robb was happy about the new shelter page he was about to add.

However, one second... three seconds... five seconds...

"Huh? What's going on?"

Robb looked at the shelter book. After a while, there was no response.

"The evil spirit has been killed, why is it not contained?"

If he hadn't known the grade of the shelter book, he would have really thought that there was something wrong with the book.

Since it was not a problem with the shelter book, it was the problem of the female evil spirit.

Could it be that this guy was not really dead?

Or something else.

Robb was a little confused for a moment.