Chapter 229

This also makes the ghosts in this house emboldened.

Although some of them, like Vivian, remained kind-hearted even after death, she and her companions who died here scared away the owners who later bought the house again and again.

But there are also many ghosts who enjoy the pleasure of killing because they have been lonely for a long time.

Robb met such a group of people as he walked up the stairs.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a live person!”

In front of Robb, a man suddenly appeared, picked up the dagger in his hand, looked at Robb, and licked the knife's surface with desire,

"Didn't anyone tell you the horrible legend about this house?"

Another man and a woman appeared from behind, just like looking at the fish meat on the knife, they started talking to each other.

"There are always such cheap idiots."

"Frey, don't kill the prey that finally arrived so quickly. I still want to enjoy it."

"You are so cruel! But I like it very much."

"Unfortunately, it's not a female nurse who came."

"Let's make do. We haven't opened for many times."

The three of them, one behind the other, trapped Robb on the stairs.

Finally, Frey, who was standing at the front, summed up to Robb with a ferocious expression: "Welcome to Hell, newcomer."

"hell?"

Robb, who had been silent until now, looked up.

To the surprise of the three of them, they did not see the slightest fear or fear in each other's eyes.

On the contrary, there is only ridicule and contempt.

They will take action before they are full of anger.

Robb had already said: "I will send you to the real hell right now."

Boom~~

Raging flames instantly ignited from under the three Freys.

Amidst their terrified screams, their figures were quickly reduced to ashes from bottom to top, visible to the naked eye.

In the end, the three of them disappeared forever without leaving anything behind.

The resurrections that were so common in the past never happened again this time.

Bang!

A heavy sound came from downstairs.

Robb looked down and saw a fat girl wearing a white nurse uniform crawling towards the basement.

It's not just her.

A boy with a deformed face who was crawling on all fours and playing with a red ball in his hand; two twin children wearing striped sweaters; a woman with permed hair and makeup from the last century... all fled away as Robb glanced at them. .

Obviously, the scene just now scared them.

Robb looked away.

Now that he has become the owner of this house, he naturally has to establish his authority.

He was very grateful to the three people who had just come out looking for death.

Ordinary attacks cannot kill the undead in this house.

But the flames can purify everything.

The immature Hellborn can do this, and so can Robb.

It's just that now he no longer looks down on the little income of ordinary dead souls.

As long as he is not offended, he has no interest in killing all the dead souls in this house.

It's nice to have a ghost party once in a while.

…

Second floor.

After what had happened just now, all the peeping eyes had disappeared.

Without any further accidents, Robb arrived at the master bedroom smoothly.

Everything inside is very clean and you can move in just by changing some bedding.

“Nice place.”

To ordinary people, this is a scary haunted house, but to Robb, it is a mansion worth more than two million.

You can move in just by bringing your bags, and you don’t have to pay a single dollar.

Why not do it.

Robb put down his suitcase and prepared to go out to buy some necessary supplies.

Passing by a room, he paused.

Robb directly turned on his spiritual vision and looked at the middle-aged man in the room who was in front of the window with his pants and belt brushed down. His face was full of pain while his hands were dancing rapidly under his waist. He frowned and said:

"If you don't want your plane to explode, stop it now."

"This is my house!"

…

(Everyone should know that it is now the first season of American Horror: Murder House. Speaking of which, American Horror Season 1, Season 3, Season 5, and Season 8 are all connected.)

Chapter 321 Chapter 321 New Master

"Sorry, you have to understand the difficulties of a man who lives forever with an estranged wife, a disobedient daughter, and a troublesome lover."

"Oh~ I almost forgot, there is also a boy who is entangled with his daughter and wife."

"Oh my God! It's hell here!"

The middle-aged man did not listen to Robb's advice and continued to masturbate while crying and masturbating.

Robb did not coddle him: "If you want to go to the real hell, I can give you a ride."

He snapped his fingers.

Boom~

A middle-aged man burst into flames on his plane.

As he said before, this is the result of not listening to dissuasion.

"Oh! Shet!"

The middle-aged man no longer cared about venting himself, and hurriedly slapped his hands between his legs, trying to extinguish the flames.

However, in the end he could only watch his plane being destroyed.

Fortunately, Robb didn't do anything wrong. It will take some time for this thing to grow.

"No need to thank me. This is the best way to quit addiction." Robb said with a smile.

The middle-aged man finally turned his gaze: "Who are you?"

At first he thought he was an acquaintance in the house, but unexpectedly it was a stranger.

"The new owner of this house." Robb looked at the middle-aged man. Unsurprisingly, this was Mrs. Harmon's husband, the unlucky male protagonist Ben Harmon, who had a little green on his head.

The middle-aged man, Ben, frowned: "When will this house be sold again... Wait! Can you see me?"

He is clearly invisible, how could a living person see him?

Coupled with the sudden flames just now.

Ben realized something was wrong.

Robb: "What do you think?"

Ben couldn't believe it and said, "In this house, we should be the ones deciding when we want to be seen."

"No more." Robb shook his head slightly. "The person standing in front of you is a powerful wizard. I can see you at any time, and I can send you to the real hell, if you wish."

Ben was very surprised: "Wizard? Are there really such people?"

"Ghosts can exist, and wizards naturally exist." Robb chuckled, "Remember, from today on, I am the owner of this house. For a period of time in the future, remember to listen to me carefully."

After saying that, Robb ignored Ben and turned to go downstairs.

Ben looked at Robb's back silently.

He had a feeling.

The originally peaceful Murder House is going to be in trouble again.

…

"Sir, I am Moira, the housekeeper who has been serving this house. Can you hire me?"

Arriving on the first floor, Robb, who was about to go out, saw a woman at the door wearing a sexy maid outfit, with crimson hair tied up, a beautiful face, and charming eyes, and she introduced herself to him.

Robb looked her up and down. "Show me the other side of you."

Moira's expression changed. She wanted to say something, but she swallowed her words under Robb's oppressive eyes.

Just as Robb asked.

In an instant, she changed from the sexy girl to an old woman wearing a conservative maid outfit and blind in her right eye.

"gentlemen."

The elderly Moira said respectfully.

"Forget it." Robb realized that he had always been a vulgar person, "Let's go back to our youth. We will stay like this from now on."

He still prefers women who are more eye-catching.

Moira's mouth twitched slightly and she could only do as she was told.

Robb looked at the young Moira, nodded with satisfaction and said: "You are the housekeeper of this house. Now go and clean this house again. Not only you, but also all the ghosts who have nothing to do." Get together and work together. When I come back, I hope everything will be cleaner."

After saying that, Robb left the house and went out to buy some necessary supplies.

Moira stared at Robb's back blankly.

Clean out all the ghosts in the murder house?

Regarding this new master, she didn't know whether to say that he was a skilled person and bold, or an ignorant person who was fearless.

She turned and looked into the house.

At this time, there was no need for her to convene.

Now that Robb has left, Murder House is more lively than ever.

…

"Bianca, Feiner, and those three guys from Dallas are really completely gone?"

In the living room on the first floor of the Murder House, dozens of "people" were sitting or standing crowdedly. Among them, Chad, a gay couple who was the previous owner of the Harmon family, asked in surprise.

"I didn't see three people in the basement." Dr. Charles, the first owner of the murder house, was wearing surgical clothes and shook his head.

"There's nothing in the pipeline." Phil, who was wearing a full insecticide suit, shook his head.

"There are none on the first floor."

"There isn't one on the second floor either."

Several other people followed.

Then, everyone looked at Violet, the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Harmon.

Violet curled her lips: "Not in the attic either."