Chapter 213: Slaughter, Sawyer Family, Mutant Wendigo

Inside the house.

A group of people were still immersed in joy.

Heather sat on the bed, looking at the furnishings and items in the room, wanting to see how her family lived.

Until this moment, she couldn't believe that this place really belonged to her, that she really had such a rich grandmother.

But why?

Where were the other members of the family?

And why was she adopted by foster parents? Where were her biological parents? Are they still alive?

One question after another piled up in her heart, diluting the joy of obtaining a huge amount of property and going to Hollywood to pursue her dreams in the future. She sat on the bed, dazed.

Suddenly, the place where she was sitting felt a bit hard; she raised her hand to pick it up—it was the letter from her grandmother that the lawyer gave her, and he also told her she must read it.

Perhaps, there would be answers in here?

Heather opened the envelope.

And at this time, in other rooms, her friends were having a blast.

Explosive dynamic music was playing faintly.

Four people were twisting their waists, shaking their hips, and swinging their arms, their bodies constantly rubbing against each other. Gulp—

Adam's apples rolled, and some kind of hormone was being emitted.

That is to say, there was no alcohol or neon lights; otherwise, a party could have started here immediately.

Lei En and Heather's best friend were getting closer and closer, the space between them getting smaller and smaller, almost indistinguishable from an embrace.

And the other two men beside them curled their lips and walked out toward each other, "Want to play billiards?"

"Sure."

Just arrived at the billiard table.

Suppressed sounds rang out in the room.

Both men fell silent.

"Damn, so urgent. Lei En, that son of a bitch, isn't afraid of Heather finding out."

"Hehe, he probably thinks that since Heather has such a big manor, she definitely won't look at him later, so he just finds Heather's best friend to play with."

"Tsk, it should be like that."

"I wish him to finish the battle in one minute."

The two looked at each other and could feel each other's resentment, "Come on, come on, we two single dogs can't play with balls, so let's play billiards."

"Wait, did you hear some sounds?"

"Tsk, heard it, the sound of a cat in heat, oh, their battle is quite intense. Do you think they would mind adding one more? Well, I don't think they would agree."

"No, it's the sound of the floor being scratched, just like..."

Creak!

A hidden door behind the billiard table was opened.

A monster, two and a half meters tall with a massive body, squeezed out from inside in one step.

The upper body only had a white chef's cloth tied around the neck, and the lower body was wide pants full of oil stains; the muscles all over the body were knotted, and the strong flesh even shone black when condensed, like tree bark or a carapace.

The most magical thing was his palm; the left palm was far wider than a human's, and the nails were sharp like claws, while his right hand seemed to be fused with a chainsaw, with thick blue veins and flesh permeating the chainsaw, seemingly able to provide energy for it.

On his head was a human skin mask peeled off alive, stitched together layer by layer with needles, and then air-dried over years of wearing, turning into a thick human skin mask stained with black dried blood, looking like some kind of cult prop.

In the blank eye sockets highlighted by the thick human skin were a pair of scarlet eyes, full of restlessness and cruelty. When he saw the two men.

Without waiting for them to scream.

Hum!

As the chainsaw rotated.

It easily sent both of them directly to hell.

Perhaps because the power was too great and the chainsaw was too sharp.

The chainsaw's movement was quite smooth, without a trace of obstruction. After cutting through them, the two didn't even die completely; in extreme terror, they let out intense screams.

Immediately after.

The chainsaw sound continued to hum.

The sound then fell into silence.

Creak creak—

Leatherface's cheeks moved slightly, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and the chainsaw in his hand also moved slightly, the red light brightening a bit.

"Hey! What are you doing! You scared me!"

"You scared me soft; I swear I will definitely kick your ass hard with the tip of my shoe!"

Lei En and Heather's best friend, who were disturbed, cursed and opened the door, but just as they opened it.

A burst of fresh blood exploded all over their faces.

Leatherface stared over with innocent but blood-red, frightening eyes, looking at the two.

Eye to eye.

"..."

After a brief silence, the two made the instinctive behavior of ordinary humans—screaming.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!"

In the screaming of terror, the two followed in the footsteps of their companions; the whole process didn't even exceed ten seconds. Leatherface's speed was really too fast; don't look at him as fat, his figure was actually very agile, completely no less than those flexible thin people.

At this time, Leatherface looked at these two fresh corpses, scratched his head, and felt a happy distress.

For the past half month, his family hadn't sent food, so he could only go out hunting himself, killing only one each time, enough for a day's food.

Actually, he didn't want to do this originally; his family said that one corpse should be eaten for ten days, but he was too hungry. Ever since that old man did something to him more than two years ago, he was always hungry, as if he could never be full, and he had become what he was now.

Fortunately, the last family member had been feeding him.

He also followed the rules that the last family member had told him.

Because more than twenty years ago, he didn't strictly follow the family's requirements to kill everyone, leading to his family members being burned alive; he felt very guilty.

So, he was very obedient to his family now.

Since the last family member said to be careful to hide himself, his hunting was only done at night.

However, now the last family member was gone too; what should he do? It seemed he could only guard this house now; this was their shared home.

Leatherface lowered his head slightly, feeling a bit sad, and the flesh-and-blood chainsaw in his hand turned a bit slower.

Stab stab—

After cutting again.

Leatherface threw the eyeballs and genitals into his mouth as snacks and began to patrol the house.

He had to confirm if there were any other strangers in the house.

Sniff~ sniff~

!!!

Leatherface's eyes lit up with red light.

He smelled it, smelled the scent of a stranger!

Kill!

Kill the food that invaded the home!

Stepping with heavy yet agile contradictory steps, Leatherface quickly walked toward the second floor.

Second floor.

Heather looked at the letter in her hand, trembling.

The content on it made her unable to believe it.

Her family was originally a man-eating demon family; twenty years ago, they were wiped out by Sheriff Burt and others in the small town.

And she, although saved by her foster parents, was also the same; her mother was also killed by her foster parents.

As for her grandmother, she escaped by chance because she was out, and she also found the last descendant of the Sawyer family, a mentally disabled person with the intelligence of an eight-year-old child—Leatherface, Jedidiah Sawyer.

He was her cousin; as family, he would protect her, and likewise, she needed to be responsible for taking care of him, and this care was very special.

Because two years ago, a mysterious person came; he used some kind of mysterious power to influence Leatherface, causing him to mutate, becoming able to eat only human flesh, and his strength increased greatly.

But don't worry, he was still family, still a member of the Sawyer family.

So, her care was to use the manor's property to acquire corpses; in this regard, she arranged for Farnsworth, and the sources of corpses were very broad: stealing corpses from cemeteries, stealing corpses from crematoriums, buying corpses from hospitals...

In America, there was never a shortage of corpses.

One corpse a day was enough to feed her cousin.

Of course, her grandmother didn't force her to return to the family; her grandmother just hoped she could have a happy life, just as her grandmother had actually found her a long time ago, but because she didn't want her to bear the family's sins, she chose not to look for her.

It wasn't until this time that she left a will, letting her make the decision herself.

Looking at the handwriting above, Heather's breathing was a bit rapid; all this was too sudden, too shocking.

However, the blood pumping in her heart seemed to be boiling, telling her the choice deep in her heart.

She was a member of the man-eating demon family; she was born with such blood.

She wanted real family, real family who could support her.

She wanted to pursue her dreams and needed money to support this.

So...

She touched the last line on the envelope, which wrote her original name.

Edith Rose Sawyer.

"I am, Edith."

Edith hung the necklace from the envelope around her neck; this was the family crest and token of the Sawyer family.

As long as he saw this, Leatherface would naturally recognize her.

Edith stood up, trembling, wanting to walk out, find the hidden door, and see her cousin.

But at this time.

Bang!

The door was pushed open violently.

The massive and ferocious Leatherface walked in with his head lowered.

The flesh-and-blood chainsaw rotating in his hand buzzed, slashing straight at Edith in front of him.

But at the moment of the slash.

Leatherface stopped.

His eyes stared fixedly at the pendant on Edith's chest.

Hum...

The chainsaw sound slowly stopped.

"Cousin?" Edith, who was startled, called out tentatively.

Leatherface didn't speak, just looked at her.

Edith walked forward slowly; at this moment, she seemed to feel the traction between their bloodlines.

She was convinced that this was her family.

"Cousin."

Suddenly.

Leatherface turned his head violently, looking down.

His nose told him that more strangers had come!

Hum!!

The flesh-and-blood chainsaw rotated again.

Bang!

With a step, he rushed down swiftly.

Edith hurriedly chased after him.

Three steps became two.

Hurriedly came downstairs.

Only to see a very handsome-looking young man crouching on the ground, checking Lei En, who had been cut into several pieces and hadn't been cleaned up yet.

And Leatherface's flesh-and-blood chainsaw was already waving and slashing at him.

The whistling wind and the unique buzzing of the chainsaw were mixed together.

It looked like this blow was very powerful.

Enough to split the young man in front of him in two!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 214 =====