“Pfft!”

Boss Zhou spat out his tea.

The woman leaned to the side, dodging the splattering tea, but her eyes narrowed.

She didn't find her words amusing at all.

Moreover,

Zhou Ze’s attitude,

to her,

felt more like a blasphemy against her faith.

Normally, or at other times, this wouldn't matter, because honestly, other than possibly killing the real wax museum owner and the two employees, the female curator hadn't really shown any real animosity towards Zhou Ze and Wang Ke.

Testing,

cooperation,

more testing,

more cooperation.

Walking on eggshells,

treading on thin ice;

However,

she didn't find it funny,

but Zhou Ze found it full of weirdness.

Young man, work hard and do things for us!

If you succeed,

you'll reward yourself!

If you fail,

you'll punish yourself!

It felt like when he was in kindergarten, and the teacher taught them to applaud themselves.

Back then, he might have applauded enthusiastically,

but now he just thought it was stupid.

"I'm sorry, I still don't agree to hand it over."

Zhou Ze stood up.

Actually, the whole thing had been wishful thinking on the female curator’s side, because they hadn't expected that the thing they wanted to get from Zhou Ze was something Zhou Ze himself didn’t even know he had.

And with Boss Zhou’s personality, he wouldn’t主动voluntarily reveal the location where Lu Ping was buried and let them find it themselves.

Now that I know I’ve lost something good,

why wouldn’t I go pick it up myself?

The reason he agreed to drink tea and chat was only because Zhou Ze wanted to extract more information from the female curator's mouth.

"Hoo..."

The female curator pursed her lips,

and in her eyes,

the killing intent was obvious.

Even a clay Buddha would be provoked into anger by Zhou Ze's repeated teasing,

let alone this woman who could use ordinary people as wax figures.

"Ghost Messenger, are you determined to be an enemy of my clan?"

The female curator slapped the table,

shattering it directly.

Then, from the ceiling,

as if a large bucket of wax had been poured down, patches of wax slowly seeped in through the cracks in 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 catch me."

Zhou Ze reached out

and patted the little boy's shoulder.

"You deal with her, use the术法 (shùfǎ, magic) Old An taught you to hit her, and force her true form out. Don’t worry about the rest."

The female curator reached out and touched her already broken arm. She closed her eyes, and her figure began to retreat rapidly. At the same time, the little boy directly charged forward!

"Shua!"

"Shua!"

A series of harsh rubbing sounds rang out.

On the walls,

on the ceiling,

on the floor,

wherever the wax covered,

human figures emerged,

the figures looking seven or eight parts similar to the female curator.

They kowtowed piously together,

chanting solemnly together,

as if performing an ancient ritual.

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

all the wax figures roared together:

"Fān Yún!"

In an instant,

more than a dozen black chains emerged from the ground again!

The little boy's eyes narrowed, and his figure visibly slowed down.

"I told you not to bother!"

Zhou Ze shouted from behind him.

At the same time,

Boss Zhou’s fingernails on both hands grew out,

and he said in a low voice:

"Coffee!"

The dozen or so chains that had just been summoned by the wax figures

suddenly seemed to lose control,

swaying aimlessly,

but just not attacking the little boy.

At this moment,

the little boy had already grabbed the retreating female curator,

and as she transformed into wax to escape,

he blasted a shùfǎ at her!

"Bang!"

The female curator's body reshaped in the distance, but this time her wax figure had almost collapsed in half, and even her nose and eyes looked misaligned, like a failed plastic surgery.

Perhaps,

more than being attacked again,

what surprised her more

was the sudden loss of control of those dozen or so chains!

Why,

why was this happening?

She still didn't suspect Zhou Ze’s identity,

nor could she imagine thinking in that direction.

Although she always looked pious when talking about the clan leader,

it didn't mean she really believed that the great being still existed,

and would reside in the body of this Ghost Messenger.

Yè Gōng loves dragons,

but only in pictures.

At this time,

two employees ran in. When they saw this scene,

they immediately knelt down,

their hands pressed tightly against the ground.

Zhou Ze glanced over,

pointed his hands at them,

and squeezed gently!

"Newspaper!"

More than a dozen chains instantly swept across!

"Pa!"

"Pa!"

Two crisp sounds,

the wax figures of the two employees immediately shattered,

and two black shadows shot out.

Their disguise had been completely broken, and their true forms had been revealed.

In the air, their screams could still be heard.

The move they had used to defeat their enemies,

why was it attacking them instead?

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

smiled,

and continued to rush towards the female curator.

The female curator never thought of directly confronting this jiangshi (Chinese hopping vampire),

because she knew, even though he was small,

it was really, really difficult to actually deal with him.

Even if you left him in front of you, unmoving, it would take a lot of effort to kill him, and you might not even succeed.

This kind of great jiangshi,

was a headache even for gods and immortals.

To deal with this kind of guy,

you can't fight head-on,

you can only choose to suppress him!

"In my name, I summon the clan's sacred artifact to descend!"

In an instant,

all the wax figures in the wax museum began to chant.

"The dust accumulated from bones will eventually be erased!

The loneliness accumulated over the years will surely end!

The surging waves of the netherworld will surely rise again!"

The ancient chant,

carried a special rhythm.

Zhou Ze constantly scanned his surroundings.

Honestly,

he was really worried,

worried about what that person inside him had left for this clan.

What if that iron-headed fool had bestowed some kind of great weapon back then,

and it ended up killing him,

wouldn't that be too ridiculous?

Unfortunately,

Ying Gou was still sleeping,

unable to awaken,

temporarily unable to communicate,

or rather,

unable to give Zhou Ze advance spoilers.

Therefore,

Boss Zhou was really a little panicked,

and at the same time, he felt a little absurd.

This time, I’m really scaring myself!

"Buzz!"

A low sound suddenly rang out.

An old man's figure appeared in the wax.

"What matter has disturbed the sacred artifact!"

"Suppress the enemy of my clan and seize what my clan needs!"

The female curator shouted while being chased by the little boy.

"Understood."

The old man's wax figure disappeared again.

In an instant,

the wax on the ground began to boil.

The entire wax museum was like a huge urn,

filled with boiling oil!

The wax began to condense,

and layers of steps were formed,

followed by piles of bones,

as if countless亡魂 (wánghún, wandering souls) were roaring, unwilling even after death!

Everything with狰狞 (zhēngníng, ferocious) faces,

no matter how fierce they were in life,

was eventually killed and piled up to form this throne!

The Bone Throne,

was being

凝 (níng, condensed) here!

This isn't real,

this definitely isn't real,

this might just be a phantom of the Bone Throne,

but this pressure,

was extremely terrifying!

Even more powerful

than when Xie Zhi’s avatar descended!

"The underworld has order, and the laws of death are ruthless, break!"

The little boy grabbed the female curator again,

and blasted a shùfǎ at her.

The female curator let out a scream.

This time,

she only had a vague human shape left,

and wisps of black gas emanated from her body,

clearly indicating that even her true form had been forced out and severely injured.

But at this moment, she didn't panic at all.

Instead, she barely raised her hand

and shouted in a low voice:

"In the name of the throne, suppress the enemy of my clan!"

The next moment,

the female curator's gaze swept directly towards the little boy.

"Crack!"

The throne trembled,

along with the森然 (sēnrán, ghastly) white bones beneath it.

The little boy didn't feel anything at first,

but the next second, he was slammed to the ground,

"Bang!"

He smashed a pit into the ground.

Then,

his whole body began to be wrapped up by a terrifying force,

dragging him towards the bone throne made of wax!

"Roar! Roar! Roar!!!!!!!"

The little boy roared desperately,

waving his hands wildly.

He struggled hysterically,

his fingernails leaving grooves in the ground,

but no matter how he resisted,

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

A sense of fear袭 (xí, attacked) him,

almost overwhelming his mind,

as if the horn of the apocalypse had already sounded in his ears.

Even he,

once dragged under that throne,

would be doomed forever!

"Roar! Roar! Roar!!!!!!!"

The instinct to survive

made him reveal a狰狞 (zhēngníng, ferocious) look,

but this struggle

only revealed a sense of pallor and helplessness.

The white bones under the throne stretched out their hands and began to drag at the little boy’s ankles.

They were welcoming him,

welcoming another companion who, after who knows how many years, would be with them in eternal suppression.

"In the past, the master of my clan held the幽冥 (yōumíng, netherworld) Sea,

and the vast hell,

all submitted!

The ancestors of my clan obtained astonishing glory,

guarding the Bone Throne for my master!"

Saying this,

the female curator looked at Zhou Ze on the other side.

"Next, it's your turn. I told you, you will regret your previous decision!"

The female curator saw the change in Zhou Ze's expression.

She thought Zhou Ze was scared,

especially after seeing the little jiangshi’s situation,

he must be scared,

and regretting it so much that his intestines were turning green,

but,

it was already too late!

"In the name of the throne, suppress the enemy of my clan!"

The female curator attacked Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze began to slowly walk towards the throne.

Hmm?

Had he accepted his fate?

The female curator thought to herself.

The two wandering black shadows in the air also thought the same.

His courage had been defeated by the throne's aura,

and he had chosen to give up?

Zhou Ze walked to the throne.

The countless white bones below were all waving at him, trying to drag him in, to be suppressed together!

They怨 (yuàn, resented),

they恨 (hèn, hated),

and even after thousands or millions of years,

it could not be erased!

So they hoped that more people would come to accompany them,

to suffer with them,

to endure this eternal torment together!

However,

when Zhou Ze's foot actually stepped onto the steps,

the white bones on his side, radiating滔天 (tāotiān, monstrous) ferocity, instantly fell silent,

and then began to retreat frantically as if they had seen a ghost,

shouting,

screaming,

fearing,

terrified!

And when Zhou Ze continued to step up the steps,

the white bones on the other side, which were still dragging the little boy and had almost pulled half of his body under the throne,

immediately let go,

and all began to howl!

They were afraid,

they were panicking,

at this moment,

they recalled the fear they had been dominated by in the past!

The female curator on the side was even more呆若木鸡 (dāirùomùjī, petrified).

Her brain

completely couldn't understand the scene before her!

The two employees above directly revealed their true forms, a male and a female 악령 (èlyeong, evil spirit) with horns on their heads.

Zhou Ze stepped on the white bones,

all the way up,

and finally,

he stood in front of the throne.

"Wuwuwuwu!!!!!!!"

"Aaaaaah!!!!!!!"

The white bones under the throne began to struggle desperately,

unwilling, unresigned, or driven by instinct.

Zhou Ze turned around,

with his back to the throne,

and then,

slowly sat down.

In an instant,

all the white bones under the throne collectively fell silent,

as if instantly petrified,

no one dared to be presumptuous anymore!

Also petrified

were the female curator and the other two.

The little boy below, who had just experienced a life-and-death situation and faced eternal disaster, looked up

at the figure above.

At this moment,

he only felt that he was

incredibly伟岸 (wěi'àn, tall and upright).

At the same time,

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

The shadows of the two

seemed to overlap at this moment.

The little boy vaguely remembered his question at the time:

"Who is he?"

"Don't know."

When Zhou Ze naturally lowered his hands and placed them on the chair,

the wax museum, which had just been as lively as烈火烹油 (lièhuǒ pēng yóu, cooking oil over a raging fire),

instantly

fell into a deathly silence where a needle could be heard!

Zhou Ze closed his eyes,

enjoying this feeling.

After a long time,

he slowly opened his eyes

and looked at the female curator and the others standing in the distance.

The female curator and the others instantly felt like they had fallen into hell, as if they were being stared at by a real demon!

They instinctively began to run.

What mission,

what Lu Pingzhi's things,

what goals,

they ignored everything, and didn't dare to think about it.

Their worldview had been completely颠覆 (diānfù, overturned).

No,

to be precise,

they had seen a scene that was enough to颠覆 (diānfù, overturn) their clan's spiritual beliefs!

There were many things

they didn't dare to think about,

really didn't dare to think about.

They only dared to run now,

instinctively trying to escape!

Their clan had been worshiping this Bone Throne for who knows how many years,

and the legends and stories about the master had been passed down from generation to generation,

but they themselves might have long forgotten,

whether they were worshiping the person sitting on the throne,

or just worshiping the throne itself!

Run,

run,

run quickly,

they had to run,

the demon had already opened its mouth,

they had to run!

Escape back,

escape back to the clan,

to report what happened here!

The ridiculous thing was,

even though someone had sat on the throne,

their first reaction wasn't to worship and willingly submit,

but to panic,

as if the most important thing had been stolen!

The female curator's speed was very fast,

and the speed of the other two wasn't slow either.

In an instant,

they ran to the entrance of the wax museum.

And at this moment,

the man on the throne slowly raised his hand

and said softly:

"Grant a seat!"