"Poof!"

Boss Zhou squirted out the tea.

On the side of the woman's body, she dodged the splash of tea, but her eyes were already narrowed.

She didn't think her words were funny,

And

Zhou Ze's attitude,

For her,

It's more like a blasphemy from faith.

Usually or at other times, it doesn't matter, because to be honest, in addition to the fact that the female curator may have killed the real owner of the wax museum and the two employees, she actually didn't show real hostility when she faced Zhou Ze and Wang Ke.

Test

cooperate

Temptation again,

Collaborate again.

Trembled

Skate on thin ice;

however

She didn't think it was funny,

But Zhou Ze sounded full of weirdness.

Good job, young man, help us do things!

It's done,

You'll reward yourself!

Things can't be done,

You yourself will punish your own!

This feeling,

Like when you go to kindergarten, the teacher teaches you to applaud yourself.

At that time you may be very energetic,

Now I just feel like it's really bad.

"I'm sorry, but I still don't agree to take it out."

Zhou Ze stood up,

In fact, the whole thing was wishful thinking on the part of the female curator, because they didn't expect that what they wanted to get from Zhou Ze, Zhou Ze himself didn't know what it was.

And with Boss Zhou's character, it is impossible to take the initiative to say the location where Lu Pingzhi was buried, and let them find it themselves.

Now that you know that you have left 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 extract more information from the female curator.

"Hoo ............"

The female curator pursed her lips,

In the eyes,

The killing machine is obvious.

The mud bodhisattva had to be teased twice by Zhou Ze to stir up his anger,

Not to mention this woman who can play with ordinary people as wax figures.

"Lord Onicha, you are determined to be an enemy of my clan."

The female curator slapped her palm,

The coffee table is directly shattered,

and then the roof position,

It was as if a large vat of wax oil was pouring down, and in the cracks, patches of wax oil began to slowly soak into the walls.

The little boy took a few steps forward and stood in front of Zhou Ze, muttering at the same time:

"This time, they won't be able to catch me."

Zhou Ze stretched out his hand,

patted the little boy on the shoulder,

"You deal with her, use the spell that Lao An taught you to beat her, and give me her real body, and the rest, don't worry."

The female curator reached out and touched one of her broken arms, closed her eyes, and her figure began to retreat rapidly, and at the same time, the little boy directly slammed into it!

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

A harsh grinding sound sounded,

on the walls,

ceiling,

on the floor,

Where the area covered by wax oil,

A figure appeared in the end,

The figure looks seven or eight points similar to the female curator.

Together they prostrated their heads reverently,

Singing solemnly together,

It's as if an ancient ritual is being performed.

When the little boy was about to catch up with the female curator,

All the wax figures opened their mouths and roared together:

"Turning the clouds!"

In a flash

More than a dozen black chains emerge from the ground again!

The little boy's gaze froze, and his body slowed down significantly.

"I'll leave you alone!"

Zhou Ze shouted behind him,

meantime

Boss Zhou's ten fingernails on both hands grow,

He whispered:

"Coffee!"

A dozen chains that have just been summoned by the wax figures,

Suddenly, as if out of control,

began to swing aimlessly,

But he just doesn't greet the little boy.

And at this time,

The little boy had already grabbed the retreating female curator,

When the other party turned into wax and prepared to escape,

A spell blasted out!

"Bang!"

The female curator's body was reshaped from a distance, but this time her wax figure collapsed almost halfway, and even her nose and eyes looked a little misaligned, as if plastic surgery had failed.

maybe

Compared to being attacked again,

What surprised her even more,

It was the dozen or so chains that suddenly lost control!

In the end, this is

Why?

She still didn't go to Zhou Ze's identity to doubt it,

She couldn't have thought in that direction.

Although she always spoke of the lord of the clan with a pious face,

But that doesn't mean she really believes that the Great Being will still exist,

And it will be stored in the body of the ghost in front of you.

Ye Gong Haolong,

It's better than that.

Then

Two employees ran in, and when they saw this,

Immediately knelt down,

Keep your hands close to the ground.

Zhou Ze glanced over,

Hands pointed at them,

Hold it gently!

"Newspapers!"

More than a dozen chains were instantly swept over!

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

Two crunching sounds,

The wax figures of the two employees exploded immediately,

Two black rays of light burst out.

This completely broke their disguise and revealed their true bodies.

In mid-air, they could also be heard screaming.

Originally, they used the move to defeat the enemy,

Why did they attack them in turn?

The little boy looked at the chains, and then at Zhou Ze,

smiled,

Continue to rush towards the female curator.

The female curator never thought of dealing with this zombie head-on.

Because she knows, don't look at him small,

But if you want to really solve him,

It's really hard, it's hard.

Even if you throw him motionless in front of you, it will take a lot of effort to kill him, and you may not even succeed.

This kind of big zombie,

It's an existence that even the gods have a headache.

Dealing with this kind of guy,

Can't resist hard,

Only repression can be chosen!

"In my name, call for the holy weapon of the clan!"

Time

All the wax figures in the wax museum began to call.

"The dust accumulated by the bones will eventually be wiped away!

The loneliness of the years will inevitably end!

The surging waves of the Netherworld will surely rise again! ”

Ancient chanting,

With a special rhythm,

Zhou Ze's eyes kept looking around,

frankly

He was a little worried,

I'm worried about what the person in my body left behind for this clan.

If this Tie Hanhan had been rewarded with some kind of big killing weapon back then,

In the end, kill yourself,

It's hilarious, right?

pity

Now the winning hook is still sleeping,

Unable to wake up,

Temporarily unable to communicate,

Or rather,

There is no way to give Zhou Ze spoilers in advance.

Therefore,

Boss Zhou was really a little panicked,

At the same time, I feel a little ridiculous,

Lao Tzu is really scaring himself this time!

"Buzz!"

A deep voice suddenly sounded,

An old man's figure emerged from the wax oil,

"What alarmed the Hallows!"

"Suppress the enemies of our clan and take what our clan needs!"

The female curator shouted as she was chased and beaten by a little boy.

"Yes."

The wax figure of the old man dissipated again.

Time

The wax on the ground began to boil,

The whole wax museum is like a huge urn,

Inside, it's boiling oil!

The wax oil begins to condense,

Layers of steps are shaped,

Followed by a pile of bones,

It is as if countless souls are roaring, even after death, they are not reconciled!

Everything with a hideous face,

No matter how fierce he was in life,

In the end, they were all killed and tired of this throne!

Throne of Bones,

Over here

Coacervation!

It's not true,

This is certainly not true,

This may just be a shadow of the Throne of Bones,

But this coercion,

But it's terrifying!

Even more than when the piggger's clone came,

Even more powerful!

"Yin Si is orderly, the law of death is ruthless, broken!"

The little boy grabbed the female curator again,

A spell blasted over,

The female curator let out a scream,

This time

All she had left was a vague human form,

Four-four black qi emanated from her,

Obviously, even the real body was blasted out, and the injuries were not light.

But at this time, she didn't panic in the slightest,

but reluctantly raised his hand,

He whispered:

"In the name of the throne, suppress the enemies of our people!"

The next moment,

The female curator's gaze swept directly to the little boy.

"Click!"

The throne trembled,

Even the white bones beneath it trembled.

The little boy didn't think anything at first,

The next second, the whole person was slammed to the ground,

"Bang!"

He smashed a hole in the ground,

Then

His whole being began to be engulfed by a terrifying force,

Dragged towards the Throne of Bones made of wax figures!

"Roar! Roar! Roar!!!!! ”

The little boy roared desperately,

Hands flailing wildly,

He struggled hysterically,

Nails leave furrows in the ground,

But no matter how you resist,

But he still couldn't stop himself from being dragged to the bottom of the throne little by little!

Fear strikes,

Almost crushing his mind,

As if the trumpet of the end had sounded in his ears,

Even if it's him,

Once drawn under the throne,

It will never be recovered!

"Roar! Roar! Roar!!!!! ”

survival instinct,

made him hideous,

But this struggle,

But it showed even more paleness and powerlessness.

The white bones under the throne reached out and began to drag the little boy's ankles,

They were greeting him,

Meet another companion who will accompany them in an unknown number of years to be suppressed for eternity.

"Once upon a time, the lord of our people ruled the Netherworld,

Great hell,

Don't surrender!

Our ancestors have received earth-shattering glory,

Guard the Throne of Bones for my lord! ”

Saying,

The female curator looked at Zhou Ze on the other side,

"Now, it's your turn, I said, you will regret your previous decision!"

The female curator saw the change in Zhou Ze's face,

She thought that Zhou Ze was scared,

Especially after seeing the situation of the little zombies,

He must have been afraid,

And I regretted that my bowels were blue,

But

It's too late!

"In the name of the throne, suppress the enemies of our people!"

The female curator attacked Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze began to slowly walk towards the throne,

Well?

Did you accept your fate?

The female curator thought to herself,

The two black shadows scattered in the air thought the same thing.

Courage crushed by the momentum of the throne,

Did you choose to give up?

Zhou Ze walked to the throne,

Before, countless white bones below were beckoning to him, trying to drag him in and be suppressed together!

They complained,

They hate,

Even if it's thousands of years,

It can't be erased either!

So they want more people to accompany them,

Suffer with them,

Bear this eternal ordeal together!

however

When Zhou Ze's feet really stepped on the steps,

The white bones facing him who exuded monstrous flames were collectively silenced in an instant,

And then he began to retreat frantically like a ghost,

cry

scream

fear

Terror!

And when Zhou Ze continued to walk up the steps,

The bones on the other side of the throne were still dragging the little boy almost half of his body into the lower end of the throne,

Immediately spread their hands en masse,

All started to cry wolf!

They're afraid,

They're panicking,

At this moment,

They recalled the fear of being dominated!

The female curator on one side is even more stunned,

Her brain,

I can't understand this scene in front of me at all!

The two employees above directly revealed their true faces, a man and a woman, two evil spirits with horns on their heads.

Zhou Ze stepped on the white bones,

All the way up,

In the end,

He stood before the throne.

"Woo woo woo !!!!!"

"Ahhh!!!!!hh

The bones beneath the throne began to struggle with all their might,

Unwilling, not resigned to fate, or relying on instinct.

Zhou Ze turned around,

With his back to the throne,

Then

Slowly sat down.

In a flash

All the bones under the throne are collectively silent,

It's like an instant petrification,

No one dares to be presumptuous anymore!

petrified together,

There are also three female curators.

The little boy below who has just experienced the line of life and death and faced the eternal catastrophe raised his head,

Looking at the figure above,

At this moment,

He just thinks he,

Incomparably majestic.

meantime

This scene reminded him of the wax figure he had seen in the horror wax museum in the back room before.

The shadow of both,

As if overlapping at this point.

The little boy vaguely remembers his question:

"Who is he?"

"I don't know."

When Zhou Ze's hands were naturally placed on the seat,

The wax museum that was as noisy as cooking oil just now,

In an instant,

Fallen into a dead silence where the pins fell!

Zhou Ze closed his eyes,

Enjoying the feeling,

Long

He slowly opened his eyes,

looked at the three female curators standing in the distance;

The three female curators fell into hell in an instant, as if they were stared at by a real demon!

They subconsciously started running,

What tasks,

What a straight thing,

What goals,

They didn't dare to think about it.

Their worldview has been completely turned upside down.

No

To be exact,

They saw a picture that was enough to subvert the spiritual beliefs of their people!

A lot of things,

They don't dare to think about it,

I really can't think about it.

Now they only dare to run,

Subconsciously run away!

Their clan bowed down and worshiped this throne of bones for I don't know how many years,

Legends and stories about the master have been passed down from generation to generation within the clan,

But they themselves may have forgotten long ago,

What the hell are they enshrined to the man who sits on the throne,

Or is it just enshrined in this throne!

run

run

Hurry up and run,

Gotta run,

The devil has opened its mouth,

They have to run!

Flee back,

flee back to the people,

Go and report what happened here!

Ridiculously,

Apparently someone sat on the throne,

Their first reaction was not to bow down, but to surrender,

but panicked,

It's as if the most important thing has been stolen!

The speed of the female curator is very fast,

The other two are not slow,

In a flash

So they ran to the gate of the wax museum.

And at this very moment,

The man on the throne slowly raised his hand,

Softly said:

"Throne!"