Kill through American horror, starting from the witches' coven

Chapter 174

Dang! Dang! Dang!

The loud sound of the blade hitting the car continued to echo in the huge old factory.

Paris, who had already moved to another place and hid under the back seat of a car, tried to shrink herself in an inconspicuous corner, and kept chanting "Virgin Mary" in her heart.

However, the knocking sound was getting closer and closer.

Paris could even feel that the pervert in the white mask was constantly hovering around her.

Sure enough!

When she saw the figure of the man getting closer and closer in the rearview mirror of the car, Paris was so scared that she tightly grasped a steel pipe she had found on the ground before.

Then.

Dang! Dang! Dang!

There was a sound on the car door that was close at hand.

Listening to this nightmare-like melody, Paris's heart was beating wildly.

Fortunately, the masked man didn't seem to notice her hiding in the car. After just half a circle, he left on his own.

Paris breathed a sigh of relief when she couldn't see the masked man.

Just when her tense body was about to relax.

Suddenly!

The car door opened.

A white mask suddenly stretched out.

"Ah!!!"

Paris immediately screamed in fear, and threw the iron pipe in his hand without thinking, and then ran away from the other side of the car door regardless of anything.

Her aim was not very good.

The sharp head of the iron pipe only scratched a hole on the white mask.

The masked man reached out and touched the wax flowing out of the damaged part of the mask, picked up the iron pipe on the ground without paying attention, glanced at Paris who was running wildly, narrowed his eyes, and was about to throw a javelin.

Boom!

The door fell heavily to the ground.

The masked man paused and turned his head to look over.

Paris shouted in surprise: "Help me! Help me!"

While she was shouting, she desperately ran towards the door, as if she regarded the movement at the door as the last straw to save her life.

Robb, who kicked the door in, looked in the direction of the sound, and soon saw Paris, who was wearing pink sexy underwear and only a sweater on the outside, running towards him in a panic.

"Her figure is unexpectedly good, better than it looks in the video. The face is the same, a little more immature."

Robb, who commented in his heart, was about to speak seriously.

Whoosh!

A sharp sound of breaking through the air suddenly came.

Robb tilted his head without even looking.

The next second, a steel pipe quickly passed through his original position, flew out of the door for several seconds, and then fell down with a "clang".

"You have good arm strength."

Turning his head to look at the masked man holding a blade and walking towards him without saying a word, Robb praised him and shook his head,

"It's a pity that he is just a mortal after all."

Robb's eyes moved, and just as he was about to take action, the horror story book he carried with him suddenly moved, as if he wanted to show off in front of the new owner.

Robb did not refuse.

So, a new story was born on a blank page of the horror story book.

"Perfect wax figures."

"The Xin brothers are a pair of wax figure makers with excellent skills. They own a wax museum, which is very popular with the people in the town and the tourists passing by."

"The Xin brothers are not satisfied and want to continue to improve their skills."

"Until one day, they realized that people are the most perfect wax figures."

"So, one, two, three... the people in the town were turned into wax figures by them."

"'This is the most perfect work of art!' They proudly said to the townspeople."

"'Yes!' The townspeople living in the wax figures agreed very much."

"So, let's all become wax figures together."

"Only you two are missing!"

Only you two are missing!

Only you two are missing!

At this moment, the younger brother of the Xin brothers, the masked man holding a knife; and the older brother of the Xin brothers, Bo, who was far away in the town with some shotguns ready to hunt Paris' friends.

Suddenly, they found that one after another of the wax figures they made by hand seemed to be alive and walked towards them.

"What's going on? Is this an illusion?" Bo looked at all this in disbelief.

Seeing the wax figures approaching him with stiff steps, Bo swallowed his saliva in fear.

"Fuck!"

He raised his shotgun and shot at a wax figure.

Similarly, the masked man waved his blade nervously.

However, no matter how they smashed the wax figures again and again, the endless wax figures still came.

In the end, amid the screams of the Xin brothers, the army of wax figures that could no longer resist came to the front, turning into one sticky wax slurry after another, covering the entire body of the Xin brothers.

"Finally, you have also turned into wax figures."

"This is the most perfect work, isn't it?"

FinallyWith one word written, the story of "Perfect Wax Figure" ended.

Watching the masked man who had turned into a wax figure not far away disappear without a trace, Robb, who knew that this was integrated into the story of the horror story book, didn't care anymore.

Turning around, he saw the middle door open, and Paris, whose hot underwear was very conspicuous, finally ran over barefoot with a face full of tears.

"Save me! There is a perverted killer chasing me here!"

Paris grabbed Robb and asked for help anxiously without thinking whether the other party was also an accomplice of the masked man.

Perhaps in her eyes, a handsome and tall man like herself is not a bad person.

Thinking so in his heart, Robb patted Paris's smooth back and comforted her: "Miss Paris, I am Robb. I came to take you home on behalf of Mr. Hilton. Don't worry, no one can hurt you with me here."

"My father? That's good! That's good!" Paris felt relieved.

But after a few seconds, she turned around again with a face full of fear, looking at the warehouse full of cars, shuddering and said: "Be careful! That perverted killer is still in there! God! Bray was killed by him!"

"He has escaped." Robb said so that there would be no unnecessary explanation.

By the way, he also pulled out a pistol and showed it to Paris: "If he comes, he will only be shot. Miss Paris, there is no need to worry anymore. Your nightmare is over."

With Robb's comfort, Paris finally walked out of the shadow.

"Thank you! Thank you!" After turning around in front of the gate of hell, she came back alive and hugged Robb tightly in tears.

Seeing this, Robb couldn't do anything.

Let her take advantage of him.

Two minutes later, even though he was reluctant to leave Robb's embrace that made him feel at ease, Paris still struggled to get up, looked at Robb with tears in his eyes and said:

"Rob, take me away quickly. I can't wait to see my family!"

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