Chapter 36: Many evil deeds (three in one)

Author: Coding in progress

Chapter 36: Many evil deeds (three in one)

Huo Dongling hurried into the bathroom, but as soon as he entered, he felt a pain in the back of his neck and fainted immediately.

The peach blossom amulet I carried with me also had one corner blackened.

When she woke up again, Huo Dongling found that she was tied to a pillar. The surrounding space was very large and filled with different wax figures. These wax figures had one thing in common, that is, they had no eyes, only two empty holes, which made them look particularly strange.

Weird.

There is a workbench not far away, with a man with his head lowered and a thin figure, his hair is a little long, covering his eyebrows, and he is busy with his hands.

Huo Dongling's heart was beating wildly and she shouted to the man: "Who are you? Where are you? Did you capture me?"

The man ignored her. After a while, he raised his head.

This man's name is Wang Wenzhe. He is the owner of this wax museum and is deeply obsessed with making wax figures.

Wang Wenzhe finally put down the tools in his hands, stood up tremblingly, and then slowly walked towards Huo Dongling, stretched out his hand, and praised from a certain distance: "You are so beautiful, you are so energetic and spiritual.

The beauty of.”

If someone usually praised her like this, the little princess would definitely be a little happy even if she didn't show it on the surface.

But at this moment, this place was wrong, and neither was the person in front of me.

Huo Dongling's heart beat faster, her head kept moving back, trying her best to avoid the other person's outstretched hand, and shouted: "Who are you? Do you know who I am? Do you know who my father is?"

Wang Wenzhe ignored her words and continued: "To the ordinary people outside, the wax statue is just a dead thing. But they don't understand at all that the wax statue is also flesh and blood, it is real, and it can breathe. They don't believe it.

As for me, I would definitely make a living wax figure."

At this point, Wang Wenzhe slowly withdrew his hand, with admiration in his eyes: "A lively little girl like you, beautiful and delicate, should be preserved for a long time. Only a wax statue can preserve your beauty for a long time.

, I haven’t encountered a sacrifice as touching as yours in a long time.”

Huo Dongling's scalp was numb and he threatened sternly: "I'm warning you, my dad is Huo Yuquan. If you dare to touch me, my dad will never let you go."

Huo Yuquan, the leader of the wealthy Huo family, is a frequent cover figure in financial magazines.

"He can't find you, no one will find you here." Wang Wenzhe didn't care.

"I'm an Internet celebrity. Many people know me. And I'm still recording a show. It's a live broadcast. Soon someone will know that I'm missing in your wax museum. You can't escape." Huo Dongling was very anxious.

But he will never admit defeat.

Wang Wenzhe shook his head: "Little girl, you are still too naive, it is useless, not to mention it is exciting. The more people there are, the more interesting it is."

"Don't be complacent. Even if they can't do anything to you, my friend Lu Xi will definitely find me." Huo Dongling played out his last trump card.

"Are you talking about her?" Wang Wenzhe handed over a mobile phone, and the surveillance screen on the mobile phone was clearly Lu Xi.

"You..." Huo Dongling's face turned pale, and cold sweat broke out on his palms.

Before she could finish speaking, Wang Wenzhe looked at the surveillance camera on his mobile phone with a bit of obsession: "A beauty like her who is perfect and has no flaws is truly blessed."

Having said this, he paused, raised his head, and smiled faintly, "Don't worry, she will be with you soon."

Huo Dongling's heart pounded and she sank to the bottom. Her hands and feet struggled hard, but they were tied tighter: "What do you want to do? You are not allowed to touch her..."

Wang Wenzhe looked at the empty place and gave a brief order: "Go and bring the person."

The air moved, and only a blurry red shadow left.

Lu Xi looked away from the surveillance camera in the upper right corner, looking for the voice calling for help.

Soon he came to a wax statue.

The wax figure looks like a young man, of medium height, medium build, ordinary appearance, not very eye-catching. If you throw it into the crowd, you can find a lot of similar people at any time.

The only difference is that the wax figure of this young man has a happy smile on his face, but his eyes and pupils are full of fear.

The two emotions of excitement and fear are intertwined, making the expression of this wax figure particularly weird.

At first glance, you will feel that he is very real, as if the person in front of you is not a wax figure, but a living person.

But at the second glance, you will feel that he is too real, the smile of the wax figure is twisted, and the eyes of the wax figure are staring at you tightly, he is asking for help.

The wax figure in front of me is so lifelike that you can even see the texture of the facial skin.

The more real it is, the less expression there is on Lu Xi’s face.

"You are asking me for help, who are you?" Lu Xi asked.

The photographer following behind her was confused and didn't understand why she was talking to herself. There was obviously no one else around except the two of them, but she subconsciously felt a little cold on her back and couldn't help but close her clothes.

"Master, save me." Inside the wax figure, the ghost who had been imprisoned for several years could not help but reach out to her, trying to grasp this only hope.

This ghost's name is Yuan Jun, a native of Beijing. He was originally a staff member of a wax museum. He disappeared within a few days of going to work.

The family called the police, and the police also came to the wax museum to check.

Surveillance surveillance showed that on the day Yuan Jun disappeared, he left the wax museum normally during off-duty hours, and then disappeared.

In other words, Yuan Jun's disappearance has nothing to do with the wax museum.

After several investigations, the police found no clues.

Five or six years have passed, and even Yuan Jun's family has given up any hope and only thinks that something happened to him somewhere unknown.

But little did he know that not only had something happened to Yuan Jun, but his soul was also in trouble.

"He is a madman. I was drugged by him. When I woke up, my soul had been extracted from my body. I could only watch helplessly as my body was used as a mold and covered with plaster.

The liquid was sealed with thick plaster. After the wax figure was finally made, the madman still refused to let me go. He put my soul into the wax figure, then cut off the skin of my body and put it on the wax figure.

." The more Yuan Jun spoke, the more excited and desperate his voice became.

The wax figure that trapped his soul moved slightly, and those fearful eyes became darker and more real.

After learning the truth, Lu Xi turned to look at the photographer beside him and uttered two words: "Call the police."

"Ah? Ah!" The photographer opened his mouth wide and couldn't speak properly. He listened to her voice like a wooden person, took out his mobile phone and called the police directly.

Just then, a voice came from behind.

Huo Dongling quickly ran towards Luxi: "Luxi, I just saw a wax figure over there. It was a bit weird. Please accompany me..."

Before she finished speaking, Lu Xi reached out and pinched her neck with his long and powerful fingers. His voice was as cold as an ice blade: "Where is she?"

'Huo Dongling' was unable to breathe, so he pulled her palms with both hands and said with difficulty: "Lu Xi, who is she? What are you talking about, why can't I understand?"

Lu Xi sneered at this pretense: "Painted Skin Ghost, your behavior is not enough in front of me. Should you say it or not?"

Lu Xi waved his hand, and the person who looked like Huo Dongling in front of him suddenly changed his face. He still had a beautiful face, charming and gorgeous, like a blooming peony, so beautiful that it seduces the soul.

Painted-skin ghosts have thousands of images, kill people, take their skins, and replace them with their skins. They can use illusions and can temporarily transform into another person, which ordinary people cannot recognize.

After the Painted Skin Ghost's true identity was revealed, he stopped pretending and smiled sweetly: "Young girl has really good eyesight, but I am also controlled by others and cannot tell the truth. Instead of wasting time here with me, I don't know which one can wait."

"

"You're threatening me." Lu Xi used strength in his hands, but his voice was neither urgent nor slow.

The white and tender swan neck under his hand was twisted little by little and bent into an incredible arc. It would have died in a real person, but this painted ghost could still laugh.

"The slave family doesn't want to help the tyrant, but he is manipulated by others. It's not that the slave family doesn't want to help the girl, it's because he is powerless." The painted-skinned ghost smiled with tears in his face. His life and deeds were all superficial, but in the end he was just a miserable man.

The photographer was just an ordinary person. He was shocked and dumbfounded at this moment, but he still couldn't help showing sympathy.

Lu Xi smiled slightly: "Since he is a useless person, he is not worth wasting my words."

As he spoke, a thunder talisman appeared in his hand. Under the thunder, his soul flew away and he ascended to bliss.

"Wait a minute." The Painted Skin Ghost ignored the pretense and quickly called a timeout.

Having lived for hundreds of years, Painted Skin Ghost knows very well that women are soft-hearted, but who would have expected that he would meet a hard-hearted one today.

Lu Xi's movements didn't stop, and the Thunder Talisman was about to hit the Painted Skin Ghost.

Painted Skin Ghost shouted: "I know where she is."

"Lead the way." Lu Xi let go.

Painted Skin Ghost's neck has been bent at ninety degrees, and it still has the peony-like charm it had before.

But she didn't dare to make other small moves and led the way honestly.

Go upstairs, and the second floor is next to the largest workshop inside. As soon as you get closer, the door opens.

Seeing that the painted-skinned ghost was under the control of others, Lu Xi had already come to the door. Wang Wenzhe's face did not change, and he stretched out his hand to stop: "The private workshop is not open to the public."

Lu Xi was not here to talk nonsense, nor was he here to listen to how he was stalling for time. He directly clenched his hands into fists, and several wax statues placed in the corridor were smashed one after another with one punch.

Wang Wenzhe's expression changed, he was anxious and angry, and he immediately stepped forward to stop him: "What are you doing? Do you know how precious these wax figures are?"

Lu Xi sneered, raised his foot and kicked the person, flying two meters high and three meters away in a parabolic arc shape.

The photographer was dumbfounded. The camera he held subconsciously recorded this real kicking scene without missing a beat. It was not a special effect or a wire.

Lu Xi walked straight in. As soon as she walked in, a figure came towards her and then passed directly through her body.
To be continued...