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"Pfft!"
Boss Zhou sprayed out the tea.
The side of the woman's body avoided the splashing tea, but her eyes were already narrowed.
She didn't think her words were so funny,
and,
Zhou Ze's attitude,
For her,
It's more like a kind of blasphemy from faith.
Usually or other times, it doesn't matter, because to be honest, except for the fact that the female curator may have killed the real wax museum owner and two employees, she has never shown any real hostility when facing Zhou Ze and Wang Ke.
Temptation,
cooperate,
Try again,
Collaborate again.
trembling,
Walk on eggshells;
However,
She didn't think it was funny,
But Zhou Ze sounded very strange.
Young man, do a good job and help us do things!
It's done,
You will reward yourself for yourself!
Things can't be done,
You will punish yourself!
This feeling,
It's like when you were in kindergarten, the teacher taught you to applaud yourself.
At that time you may be very energetic,
Now I just feel really bad.
"Sorry, I still don't agree to take it out."
Zhou Ze stood up,
In fact, the whole matter was all wishful thinking on the part of the female curator, because they didn't expect that what they wanted from Zhou Ze, Zhou Ze himself didn't know what it was.
However, with Boss Zhou's character, it is impossible for them to take the initiative to tell the place where Lu Pingzhi was buried and let them find it by themselves.
Now that I know I have lost something good,
Why don't I pick it up myself?
The reason why he agreed to drink tea and chat was only because Zhou Ze wanted to get more information from the female curator.
"Hoo"
The female curator pursed her lips,
In the eyes,
The murderous intent is obvious.
The mud bodhisattva had to be provoked by Zhou Ze's two teasing,
Not to mention this woman who can make wax figures of ordinary people.
"Master Guichai, you are determined to become an enemy of our clan."
The female curator clapped her palms,
The coffee table was broken directly,
Then the roof position,
As if a large bucket of wax oil was poured down, pieces of wax oil began to soak in slowly on the wall in the gap.
The little boy took a few steps forward, stood in front of Zhou Ze, and muttered at the same time:
"This time, they couldn't catch me."
Zhou Ze stretched out his hand,
Patted the little boy on the shoulder,
"You solve her, hit her with the spell that Lao An taught you, and show me her real body. Don't worry about the rest."
The female curator stretched out her hand to touch one of her folded arms, closed her eyes, and her figure began to retreat quickly. At the same time, the little boy directly jumped up!
"Wow!"
"Wow!"
There were piercing friction sounds,
on the wall,
on the ceiling,
on the floor,
All areas covered with wax oil,
All of them appeared a figure,
The figure looks seven or eight points similar to the female curator.
They kowtow devoutly together,
Sing solemnly together,
It seems that an ancient ritual is going on.
When the little boy was about to catch up with the female curator,
All the wax figures roared together:
"Turn the clouds!"
In an instant,
More than a dozen black chains emerged from the ground again!
The little boy's eyes were fixed, and his figure slowed down significantly.
"I told you to leave it alone!"
Zhou Ze shouted behind him,
at the same time,
Boss Zhou's ten finger nails grew out,
Low shouted:
"coffee!"
A dozen chains just summoned by the wax figures,
?p; Huh?
Have you accepted your fate?
The curator thought to herself,
The two wandering black shadows in the air thought the same way.
Courage crushed by the momentum of the throne,
Did you choose to give up?
Zhou Ze walked to the side of the throne,
The countless bones below were waving to him before, trying to drag him in together, and be suppressed together!
They complain,
they hate
Even if it is thousands of years,
Can't be erased either!
So they hope that more people will accompany them,
To suffer with them,
Let's endure this eternal ordeal together!
However,
When Zhou Ze stepped on the steps,
The bones of the bones that were facing him were silent for an instant,
Then he started to retreat crazily as if he had seen a ghost,
shout,
scream,
fear,
fear!
And when Zhou Ze continued to step up the steps,
The bones that were still dragging the little boy and almost dragging most of his body into the lower end of the throne,
Immediately let go collectively,
All started crying and howling!
They are afraid,
They are panicking,
At this very moment,
They recalled the fear of being dominated back then!
The female curator on one side was even more dumbfounded,
her brain,
I can't understand the scene in front of me at all!
The two employees above directly revealed their true colors, a man and a woman, two evil spirits with horns on their heads.
Zhou Ze stepped on bones,
All the way up,
In the end,
He stood in front of the throne.
"woo woo woo woo!!!!!!"
"Ahhhhhh!!!!!!"
The bones under the throne began to struggle hard,
Not reconciled, not accepting fate, or relying on instinct.
Zhou Ze turned around,
With his back to the throne,
Then,
Slowly sat down.
In an instant,
All the bones under the throne are collectively silent,
Like instant petrification,
No one dares to be presumptuous anymore!
petrified together,
There are also three female curators.
Below, the little boy who had just experienced life and death and faced eternal disaster raised his head,
Looking at the figure above,
this moment,
He only felt that he,
Incomparably stalwart.
at the same time,
This scene reminded him of the wax figure he saw in the Horror Wax Museum in the back room,
the shadow of both,
It seems to overlap at this time.
The little boy vaguely remembered his question at the time:
"who is he?"
"do not know."
When Zhou Ze put his hands on the seat naturally,
The Wax Museum, which was still as noisy as a fire cooking oil just now,
In an instant,
Fall into the dead silence that can hear the drop of a needle!
Zhou Ze closed his eyes,
Enjoy this feeling,
for a long time,
He slowly opened his eyes,
Looking at the three female curators standing in the distance;
The three female curators fell into hell in an instant, as if they were being watched by a real demon!
They subconsciously started running,
What task,
What Lu Pingzhi thing,
What target,
They didn't care about it, and didn't dare to think about it.
Their worldview has been completely subverted,
No,
to be exact,
They saw a scene that was enough to subvert the spiritual beliefs of their people!
a lot of things,
They dare not think about it,
I really dare not think about it.
Now they only dare to run,
Subconsciously run away!
Their family has worshiped and enshrined this throne of bones for an unknown number of years.
The legends and stories about the master have been passed down from generation to generation within the clan,
But they themselves may have long forgotten,
Are they enshrining the person sitting on the throne,
It's still just enshrining this throne!
run,
run,
run quickly,
must run,
The devil has opened his mouth,
They must run!
fled back,
Flee back to the clan,
Go and report what happened here!
The funny thing is,
Obviously someone sat on the throne,
? Their first reaction is not to worship and surrender willingly,
Instead, panicked,
It seems that the most important thing has been stolen!
The female curator is very fast,
The speed of the other two is not slow,
In an instant,
They ran to the gate of the Wax Museum.
And just at this moment,
The man on the throne slowly raised his hand,
softly said:
"Give me a seat!" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com)?? run away!
Their family has worshiped and enshrined this throne of bones for an unknown number of years.
The legends and stories about the master have been passed down from generation to generation within the clan,
But they themselves may have long forgotten,
Are they enshrining the person sitting on the throne,
It's still just enshrining this throne!
run,
run,
run quickly,
must run,
The devil has opened his mouth,
They must run!
fled back,
Flee back to the clan,
Go and report what happened here!
The funny thing is,
Obviously someone sat on the throne,
? Their first reaction is not to worship and surrender willingly,
Instead, panicked,
It seems that the most important thing has been stolen!
The female curator is very fast,
The speed of the other two is not slow,
In an instant,
They ran to the gate of the Wax Museum.
And just at this moment,
The man on the throne slowly raised his hand,
softly said:
"Give me a seat!" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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