Kill through American horror, starting from the witches' coven

Chapter 150

Hearing this, Vincent's face darkened: "I wanted to talk to you more, but I didn't expect you to be so eager to die!"

Robb laughed: "Just you?"

"Just me!" Vincent roared, "Now I have returned as a ghost! What? You still want to use your little broken gun to hit me in the head? Come on! Hahaha~~ Now I am stronger than ever! Kneel on the ground and beg for mercy in pain! If I am in a good mood, I will... I will still ravage you to my heart's content!"

"You know? You are dead! You are dead!"

'This guy, is his head caught in the door? ' Robb looked at Vincent, who was dancing in front of him, with a strange look on his face.

Since the other party took the initiative to ask for this.

To be polite.

Robb gave Penelope a look.

Penelope, who understood, raised her hand without saying a word and shot.

Bang!

The silver bullet hit Vincent's forehead with great precision.

In an instant, Vincent's head flew off like a collapsed gravel.

"It's useless! It's useless! I've said it before... eh?"

Vincent was laughing and expressing his sarcasm.

Suddenly, he felt something was wrong.

Not only did the part of his head that was broken apart not seem to be repaired at all, he even felt the long-lost, intense pain that he could only feel when he was alive.

"Ah! What on earth is going on?" Vincent immediately held his head and screamed.

Western ghosts are different from Eastern ghosts. Many of them can switch between entity and illusion.

Vincent was in the entity state just now, but he was hit by a silver cursed bullet specially designed to hunt witches. Naturally, he screamed.

Looking at Vincent, who was beaten up and no longer arrogant, Robb, who decided to teach him another lesson, stretched out his palm, and a series of fire snakes danced fiercely.

"Don't worry, we have a long time to talk." He smiled.

At this moment, Vincent's throat couldn't help moving.

He suddenly realized that his revenge this time seemed to be an extremely wrong decision.

......

Some people suffer before death, and suffer more after death.

Vincent is such an unlucky guy.

A quarter of an hour later, seeing that no more useful information could be squeezed out of the other party, Robb frowned, stretched out his hand, and burned him clean in Vincent's relieved look of "finally finished".

It was rare to have such a channel to understand the truth, so he naturally tortured him.

But the result was not very satisfactory.

According to Vincent's description, he didn't know why he turned into a ghost and appeared at the door of Robb's house.

He only knew that his most hated enemy was behind the door, and he must go in for revenge.

As for why a small door could prevent people and ghosts from meeting, Vincent didn't know, Robb guessed that this might be some kind of restriction.

Any supernatural phenomenon always has its rules and regulations.

Vincent, Michael and others seem to be individuals, but they are actually part of the supernatural phenomenon of halo attracting ghosts.

Otherwise, they don't need to stare at one person, and they don't have the idea of ​​distracting themselves to do other things.

"Who is the author of spreading supernatural through modern technology?"

"Or is it a natural supernatural phenomenon under some coincidence?"

Looking at the halo installed on the door, whether it is his own spiritual vision or physical disassembly, Rob thought about it. It is a normal technological product.

At this time, Penelope, who knew everything, came over, looked at the halo on the door in surprise, and asked: "Do you want to throw it away?"

"Why throw away such a good instrument? I am looking forward to the next new surprise!"

Robb woke up from his meditation and shook his head with a smile.

No matter what the purpose of the halo is, he is not the world police anyway. Since the former can bring him so many benefits, why think too much.

First, finish the wool delivered to your hand.

"In addition..."

Robb's mood suddenly became good after thinking of something, and he said,

"Penny, you and I will be very busy next."

...

Robb's prediction undoubtedly came true.

With the hot sales of the Halo Monitor, ghost knocking incidents occurred frequently in various places, and the amount of business received by the firm continued to rise.

This was when his reputation was not too big, the firm charged high fees, and many people who installed the Halo either opened the door directly or simply threw the Halo away.

Of course, there are also many people who have no dead people around them at all, or have no connection with the dead.

In this way, even if the Halo is installed, nothing will happen.

Even if these are excluded, in just two days, Robb handled eight ghost knocking incidents of himself and others..

This is because the ghost knocks on the door at an uncertain time, and I have wasted a lot of time waiting.

Otherwise, I can handle more.

It is conceivable that there will be many such haunted incidents in New Orleans, and even in North America.

"If this continues, it feels like hell will be emptied."

After a day of running around, Robb, who returned to the apartment and enjoyed Penelope's massage like a master, sighed.

He was very happy to earn the shelter quota, but he did not forget that he still had the position of director of the witch group.

During this period, he deliberately informed Cordelia of this situation. In addition to fulfilling his responsibilities, he also wanted to find out the truth behind such a large-scale supernatural through the channels of the witches.

He did not intend to enforce justice for the heavens, but just thought about whether he could get the ability to toss out a large number of ghosts.

In this way, he can lie at home and easily meet the hundred-year shelter quota.

Unfortunately, with Cordelia's divination ability, it is impossible to find out the truth of all this.

"The water is really deep."

Robb shook his head, closed his eyes and leaned back, just about to enjoy Penelope's soft and broad chest.

Ding~Ding~Ding~

The halo prompt sounded again.

This is the third time.

Every time he killed one, new food would be delivered to his door every few days.

The first one was Vincent, the second one was the former gangster boss Okuk, and as for the third one now...

It turned out to be Ryan!

Robb welcomed him in and said in surprise, "I didn't kill you."

"But you were able to save me! But you got together with that bitch Nikki!" Ryan said resentfully, "And Heather, you also slept with her! Right above where I died! Fuck off! Get the hell out of here!"

"What an unimaginable brain circuit! Besides..."

Rob's face turned serious, and he explained to Ryan very seriously,

"Heather is sick. I'm just treating her!"

"Fuck off! Hypocritical..."

Boom~

Flames rose up.

It was all over.

Rob sighed, "Sure enough, you're sick too."

(Florida Express: A man was caught on surveillance video licking a door handle for 3 hours)