Chapter 116

The same book, who can compare with this one.

really!

Suddenly, as if he saw the existence of extreme fear, the horror story book suddenly did not dare to move anymore. Even the "Robb Detective Adventure" that he had been writing was silent. It was extremely quiet for a moment, or in other words, scared.

This time Robb picked up the book of horror stories without any hindrance.

Turning over the first page, only the words "This book belongs to Sarah Bellows" can be clearly seen on the blood-red veins like forked branches.

Robb continued to turn the pages, and one after another horror story, obviously written in blood, appeared on the pages.

"Snow Monster", "Attic", "Cat's Claw", "Scarecrow", "Big Toe", "Red Spot", "Nightmare", "Undead Zombie"...

The most recent one I have written is "The Adventures of Robb".

Robb glanced at the contents of the book, which were completely consistent with the supernatural process he had experienced in the farmhouse before.

"I didn't expect that this book was the one controlling all this behind the scenes. The world is so big and full of wonders."

Robb shook his head and touched the page of "Robb's Detective Adventure" with his palm. As the spiritual power seeped out, all the bloody words disappeared.

Faced with the story that he had worked so hard to code being deleted with one click, no matter how reluctant he was, Horror Storybook did not dare to resist at all.

Seeing this performance, Robb nodded with satisfaction.

"It seems like there's no need to send you to the Book of Containment."

Regardless of whether it is a person or an object, as long as it is linked to the supernatural, it can be contained.

Now Robb no longer has to worry about mission indicators, nor is he short of points for containment.

Compared to monthly free or paid summons.

Wouldn't it be better to take the supernatural power with you and use it at any time?

It just so happens that the horror story book, which is just a book in appearance, can be carried around without worrying about scaring other people.

Plus this book is really powerful.

Having experienced it firsthand, Robb didn't mind taking it with him.

Of course, there is a prerequisite, you must be obedient.

Horror storybooks are not dull dead things.

Using the power of the Book of Containment, Robb had a "good" communication with him.

Under pressure, Horror Storybook finally chose to surrender and explain everything about itself in the form of words on the pages.

"You must be in close range, or put your soul breath into the book, so that the horror story book can start a new horror story with the target as the protagonist."

Robb suddenly realized.

Normally, only when you have been in contact with a supernatural being or are within a close range can you be marked by it and thus affected.

At that time, he was so far away and had never seen the shadow of the horror storybook, but the other party could affect him. Robb had never understood it before.

Now I know there is another way.

Capturing soul aura is something that professionals like Soul Eater Evil Spirit can naturally do easily.

Looking at it this way, it goes well with a horror story book.

It's a pity, who let you go against me?

In this way, what's mine is mine, and what's yours is mine.

Robb continued to read.

The stories written in Horror Storybooks are not without limitations.

For example, the protagonist of the story must be a living human being.

In addition, since it is a horror story book, it should be a horror story.

Things like love, friendship, family affection, and even political correctness cannot appear in the story.

To ensure the only purity.

That's horror!

Therefore, evil spirits, scarecrows, zombies and other entities that can evoke fear in people's hearts are frequent characters in stories.

A horror story has a beginning and an end.

The protagonist of the story must end in tragedy.

If not, then you have to continue writing, just like Robb has experienced supernatural attacks again and again, until the protagonist of the story dies or disappears from people's sight.

But there is a BUG here, which Robb discovered before.

A horror story in which the main character faces only one supernatural event.

Horror story books cannot add other supernatural elements, otherwise the story will be messed up, which is a taboo for writing.

At that time, Robb caught the werewolf, the villain of the story, but did not kill him, so that the horror story book had no idea how to write next.

Fortunately, such a small flaw cannot conceal the huge role of the horror story book.

Robb, who has always had the advantage of having more means at his disposal, is quite satisfied with the supernatural beings like the Horror Storybook who sit behind and kill one unsuspecting enemy after another.

He put away the book of horror stories and looked around.

After this battle, even if there are still a few evil spirits alive outside, they will not become a problem.

Robb had no interest in dealing with such a defeated enemy.

Of course, if these people wanted to take revenge on him, he would welcome it with both hands.

As for now.

It's time to leave.

If you beat a customer once, you can't beat him a second time.

Chapter 170 Chapter 170 Madison calls

The "Veil" farm is in a very remote location, with no signal at all.

After Robb finished dealing with the evil spirits and drove the rented car back to the town 30 miles away, his cell phone finally connected to the signal, and Cordelia's call came through.

"...Well, okay. Thank you Cordelia this time. By the way, when Cordelia goes back, help me take the car back. It's on the road opposite the farmhouse."

After the exchange, Robb hung up the phone.

When he erased the "Robb Detective Adventure" story from the horror story book, Cordelia, who had no supernatural incidents around her, already knew that the source of the incident had been solved by him, and she called just to find out what was going on. of the process.

Robb naturally described his great achievements and praised Cordelia's great contribution in this matter, so that she would remember to take his poor Chevrolet with her when she left.

The quality of the car itself is very good, but it has encountered supernatural incidents time and time again, and problems have occurred unreasonably.

Thinking about it, he was also crying in his heart.

But... I seem to have forgotten to say something?

Robb thought as he drove.

It wasn't until he arrived outside the small airport where he had arrived that he remembered it.

"Shet! I forgot to tell Cordelia about the flight back!"

I came here by private plane.

But that plane didn't belong to him or Cordelia, so naturally he wouldn't wait in vain for several hours after it was delivered to him, and flew away early.

Robb had forgotten to mention his return arrangements to Cordelia.

Call now?

Forget it, I've troubled the other party for so long, let's forget about this little thing.

Robb shook his head.

Previously, the situation was urgent and I had to trouble Cordelia, who was well-connected.

As for now, the matter has been resolved satisfactorily, and Robb, who doesn't care about the time, decided to do it himself.

Unlike when he first arrived in poverty, he now has a small amount of assets and is more than enough to charter a small business jet.

Just like that, Robb, with a bulging wallet, strode confidently into the private airport in front of him, which was only for small business aircraft.

After a while, he walked out shaking his head.

Aircrafts can be rented, but reservations are required.

It’s not like a big airport where there are many flights every hour for you to choose from.

If Robb wanted to rent it, he would have to wait three or four hours.

With this time, he might as well rent a car and drive back.

It takes almost no time and costs a lot less.

Rather than spending it on this, Robb might as well buy a few more pairs of Balenciaga stockings.

When I was discussing the composition of stockings with Penelope, I consumed a lot in the spirit of scientific research. The stock bottomed out and it was time to replenish it.

In the end, Robb rented a car for a long time and drove towards New Orleans.

…

Ta da da...ta da da...

Fierce gunfire sounded like a high-pitched symphony on the endless desolate road.

Suddenly, the classic melody of twisted nerves from "Kill Bill" sounded amidst the gunfire.

Robb followed, whistling and firing at random.

boom! boom! boom!

The sound of gunshots changed from rapid to regular, from complicated to monotonous.

By the end, the whistle of twisted nerves, which had a cheerful rhythm but gave people a chilling and weird feeling, was overwhelming and resounded in the ears of everyone alive at the scene.

It wasn't until the ringing was almost over that Robb answered the call.

"Robb, don't tell me you were in the middle of a sprint. I'd be disappointed in you if it was so fast."

A light and teasing young female voice sounded on the other end of the phone.

There was only one girl that Robb knew who could make such a sarcastic statement right from the beginning.

"If you're not enjoying your fancy life in New York, why do you have time to call me? Madison." Robb replied not surprised.

"I came to New York for work." Madison on the other side of the phone said solemnly that he was doing business and was not traveling at his own expense.

"In addition, Robb, you haven't answered the question I just asked. You didn't answer the phone right away. Although you did answer the phone in the end, you finished your work in such a short time. I have to doubt your ability, Robb!"

"My ability?" Robb snorted, "It's not like you haven't experienced it personally, Madison. It seems that I was merciful last time."

"As for what I was doing just now, just listen to yourself."

boom!

Gunfire rang out.

Along with one person's scream, curses and roars echoed around him again.

On the other end of the phone, Madison, who was born in the Stars and Stripes and was very familiar with gunshots, said in surprise:

"Huh? There was a gunfight there? Someone wanted to kill you?"

Robb shot a Mexican guy in the head who came forward, and explained: "To be precise, I accidentally broke into a powder trading place. The two gangs of Mexican guys who were trading wanted to kill people and silence them. I could only do it for God." s story."

"oh."

Madison's reaction was calm.

Knowing Robb's strength, she didn't think a bunch of guys selling white powder could do anything to him.

"Do you need me to wait? I need your help with something," she said.

"Is something wrong?"