My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 151
As soon as Scott finished speaking, Carly in the utility room also let out an exclamation.

They ran over quickly, and at this time Carly also rushed out from the utility room.

She looked at the few people outside, her body trembling uncontrollably.

"Hair, a lot of hair in there."

"Let's get out of here immediately." Ethan made a decision immediately.

The three students nodded quickly. The current situation is obvious. This is a step into the den of the murderer.

If they knew this, they would probably spit it out on the spot.

He also had a certain guess in his heart that it was Dahlia's joke that they really met the terrifying ogre.

Just as a few people hurriedly wanted to go out, there was the sound of a car outside.

Ethan stopped everyone, flew to the window, and looked out through the gap in the curtains.

Several pickup trucks and an old truck appeared on the road ahead, and they drove towards them with a whimper.

At the end of the convoy, followed by a trailer, he looked intently, towing their Chevrolet SUV and white station wagon.

"Shet."

Ethan cursed secretly, Francine and Evan who didn't leave with them just now must be in trouble.

He turned around, ignoring everyone's panicked expressions, and quickly scanned the room.

Ethan's eyes stopped, and he pointed to the wide wooden bed.

"Hurry up and hide under the bed."

At this time, leading a group of unarmed people out of the house is courting death.

I can only hide first, and then think of a way.

Scott lay on the ground and looked at the bottom of the bed. It was filthy and densely covered with cobwebs. He was still hesitating, but was kicked in by Jesse.

The others followed suit one after another, and quickly got under the wooden bed.

Ethan looked around the room, making sure that the furnishings inside were similar to when they first came in, so he untied his backpack and threw it in, then bent down and rolled under the bed.

There were too many people crowded inside, and his current position was too tight, so he could be easily spotted.

Hearing the sound of a car closing outside, Ethan hastily shouted in a low voice:

"A little further in."

Scott could only close his eyes, facing the spider web and leaning against the wall, Jesse and Dahlia were close together.

Disorderly footsteps sounded, stepping up the porch.

In desperation, Carly grabbed Ethan.

He didn't hesitate any longer, he used his arms hard, and turned over directly.

As soon as it became quiet inside, the door was pushed open.

The room became lively in an instant, but the people under the bed held their breath.

Ethan lay on Carly's body, silently counting the feet that appeared in sight.

I counted to thirteen before no one came in.

There are thirteen people in total, and there is no chance of winning in this situation.

Ethan pressed his palm to Carly's mouth, then blinked at Dahlia, but he couldn't make any movement at this time.

Dalia understood, and Jessie covered their mouths with each other.

Heavy footsteps sounded, and several people walked towards this side at the same time, and then, there was a muffled bang, and the heavy object fell to the ground.

Ethan felt Carly's whole body tremble and her heart beat violently.

He could only cover Carly's mouth tightly, preventing her from making any sound.

Carly's eyes were instantly moist, and tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes.

A little over a meter away from them, Francine fell to the ground
Her only remaining eye looked blankly at the few friends under the bed.

On the other eye, the arrow protruded, and blood slid down the shaft to the ground.

Ethan's hand covering Carly's mouth forced her face inside.

The scene in front of him was too horrifying for the students who hadn't left the school.

Several people inside also noticed Francine who fell to the ground.

Their whole bodies were stiff, and the hands covering their mouths exhausted their strength, and then they closed their eyes, unable to bear to look any further.

A deep voice sounded, "You idiot, can you be careful."

"It's okay, it needs to be cleaned anyway."

Another voice also sounded, listening to them speak, there is a sense of dullness.

"Hurry up and carry her in, she's ready to eat."

Another thick voice sounded.

"Okay, big head."

Responses sounded one after another, and then Francine was lifted by several big hands and walked inside.

After a while, those people hurried outside, and then returned with heavy steps.

One hand fell down feebly and dragged to the ground.

Ethan narrowed his eyes, the jewelry on it looked familiar to him, and the owner of the jewelry was cleaned up by him not long ago.

He sighed softly, and neither Francie nor Evan escaped.

The people in the house sat around the dining table as if they had finished hunting.

A woman's voice sounded, and the plates collided.

"Wine, whiskey."

"Sure."

Indistinct cheers rang out, and someone slapped the table from time to time.

Soon, they were snorting, eating and drinking, and from time to time they let out a burst of weird laughter.

Not long after, the sound of a car came from outside the house again.

The door was pushed open, and slow footsteps sounded.

"Oliver."

The chairs moved, and the dozen or so people who were dining stood up one after another, stammering greetings to the visitors.

The visitor stopped and shouted indistinctly: "You bastards are not good at doing things, but you are very active in eating."

"Big head, you talk."

Hearing someone talking, Ethan and Dahlia looked at each other, it was the voice of the old man at the gas station.

There was silence in the room for a while, and the thick voice of the person in charge of the command sounded again, and he said slowly:

"We searched along the road, but we didn't see the other people you mentioned."

"Don't worry, wait for a while. We will continue to search in the afternoon. There are people on the way in. There are forests for dozens of miles around. For many years, no one can escape."

Oliver walked to the dining table, pulled out a chair and sat down. "You know it. When arranging roadblocks in the future, you should pay attention to it. It's not easy to sell a car if it crashes."

A woman's voice sounded, flatteringly said: "Oliver, this is the most tender position for you."

Their lunch was over quickly, and the others left.

Ethan poked his head out quietly, and the two women were packing things at the dining table.

A man with a strong build and a thick head stood in front of the wooden table beside the stove, brandishing a machete in his hand.

Every time there was a chopping sound, Carly under her body trembled.

After a while, the big head stopped what he was doing, and Ethan quickly retracted his head.

Soon, there was a gasp, a strong smell of blood approached, the footsteps in the house were chaotic, and several people moved towards the wooden bed,

The wooden bed shook violently, and dust fell from the bed board.

The boards creaked and creaked.

(End of this chapter)