Huo Dongling looked at his hands and feet in astonishment, looked at Lu Xi with a slumped mouth, and immediately burst into tears: "Lu Xi, I'm dead, I really turned into a ghost, you must avenge me, that turtle outside."

My son hurt me."

Lu Xi looked at her dumbfounded and consoled her: "You are not dead, and you are not a ghost now. It's just that your soul has left your body, and it will be fine if your soul returns to your body."

Huo Dongling's crying stopped suddenly and she cried out: "Really?"

Lu Xi nodded solemnly: "I promise."

Huo Dongling burst into tears and laughed. The corners of his mouth just raised when he thought of something and suddenly became anxious: "My body, that turtle is going to throw my body into the plaster liquid. I don't want to be so dirty."

Lu Xi followed her line of sight and saw Huo Dongling's body leaning from a platform, with a lot of gypsum liquid underneath.

Seeing this, Lu Xi jumped up, flew directly over, hugged Huo Dongling's body, turned around a few times, and landed on the ground.

"Don't worry, it's okay." After Lu Xi finished speaking, he met a pair of shining star eyes.

Huo Dongling held her face in her hands, her face flushed, and she watched eagerly as Princess Luxi hugged her body, rounding off her body, just to give her a princess hug.

The more he looked, the redder his face became.

The more I look at it, the more I think about it.

Lu Xi coughed lightly: "Your body has been taken back. Now I'd better help you put your living soul into your body. It's not good for the living soul to be separated from the body for too long."

Huo Dongling's mind wandered, and he automatically responded: "Okay."

Lu Xi had no choice but to put her body aside, pinched her finger, and said: "Heaven and spirit are united, my soul is at peace, go home!"

Huo Dongling only felt a dazzling moment, and his body went from being light to a little heavy. When he opened his eyes again, he had changed from standing to lying down.

She subconsciously raised her hands, and then hugged Lu Xi's thighs. This time she really hugged her thighs.

Huo Dongling was overjoyed and climbed up excitedly. She hugged her arms instead of her thighs and jumped up and down: "I'm alive again."

Lu Xi was forced to follow her and moved a few times.

After the excitement passed, Huo Dongling began to get angry: "Where is that turtle son? If I don't beat him until his face turns red, he doesn't know that Huo Dongling, my Huo, is not so easy to write."

Lu Xi pointed outside the door.

Huo Dongling rushed out angrily, and soon a voice sounded outside the door: "Bitch, today you will die or I will live. I will fight with you."

The little princess had never suffered such grievances before. She went into a rage. She flew up and sat on Wang Wenzhe, who was still seriously injured. She raised her hands and started working from left to right, grabbing and pinching. Every time she struck, she never failed. She screamed one after another.

.

When the police arrived, the man was already dying, his face was covered with scratches and bruises, and he was no longer human.

The person who came was an acquaintance, Lao Zhang from the Special Branch.

Lao Zhang looked at this inhuman thing in confusion: "What is this?"

"The culprit," Lu Xi explained, "50% of the wax figures in the display cabinet below have a soul trapped in them."

Hearing this, Lao Zhang's expression changed.

This time, the reason why people from the Special Office came instead of ordinary policemen was because the weirdness of this wax museum had already been noticed by the higher-ups.

People who have disappeared before have more or less some connection with the wax museum.

However, after many overt and covert investigations, no weirdness was discovered, but I never thought that Wang Wenzhe would be so crazy.

Killing people, not even sparing their souls.

Suddenly, Wang Wenzhe, who was lying motionless, shouted: "Master, save me."

The next second, his whole body rose upwards, and then fell down again, no longer breathing.

At the same time, a new soul floated out of his body.

Immediately afterwards, the honest Painted Skin Ghost on the side also suddenly became angry.

The combination of the two caught Lao Zhang and others off guard.

Lu Xi had known that they would not be so honest, so he formed a seal with his hands, and two thunder talismans shot through the air.

Wang Wenzhe wanted to escape, but he was caught off guard and was pushed hard by the Painted Skin Ghost. He became a scapegoat and was forced to bear two thunder talismans. He didn't even have time to say a word, and he was immediately knocked out of his mind.

Painted Skin Ghost seized this opportunity and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Lu Xi looked at the place where the Painted Skin Ghost disappeared. Letting the tiger return to the mountain did not mean that it would leave a source of trouble, but that it would lure the snake out of its hole.

From the moment he entered this wax museum, Lu Xi felt a familiar atmosphere, just like when he was in the basement of Cao Lei's villa.

After the Painted Skin Ghost escaped with a narrow escape, he changed several skins one after another, and finally entered a house without anyone noticing.

When I entered the door, I was slapped in the face.

"I told you to protect Wen Zhe, but where are the others?" the old man in black robe asked angrily.

Painted Skin Ghost directly knelt on the ground: "This subordinate failed to protect me well, please punish me, Your Majesty."

The old Taoist looked at her coldly and asked, "Have you brought anything back?"

The Painted Skin Ghost respectfully presented something, which was white, round, and as smooth as jade.

This is the spiritual source formed by people in Xuanmen who practice Xuanjutsu in the inner palace, and contains the cultivation base of every Xuanshi.

Often after a person dies, his spiritual source will also be broken.

It is useless to leave it alone, but if it is a complete spiritual source, it is the best supplement for some monsters and monsters.

The old Taoist threw the spiritual source in his hand back and dropped it into a mouth. With a clicking sound, a familiar figure appeared.

The old Taoist patted the visitor on the shoulder: "Good boy, I have supported you for so long. Now it's time for you to repay her. Go and kill her."

Cao Lei's body was boiling with black resentment, his face was as stiff as a puppet, and he jumped away without any expression.

The old Taoist smiled coldly while stroking his palms: "Lu Xi, if you continue to ruin my good deeds and kill my disciple, I will make your body and soul disappear."

At the wax museum, one of the culprits died and another ran away, but the matter is not completely over yet, especially for the souls trapped in the wax figures.

Fortunately, special personnel from the Special Office came this time to lift the seal for them and then deliver them.

The few tourists in the wax museum were invited out, and Lu Xi and others also left.

"Who is she?" Not far away, a pale, handsome man sitting in a wheelchair asked.

The assistant pushing the wheelchair replied: "Young Master, she is Lu Xi."

"It turns out it was her. My good second brother has now become less human and more like a ghost. I got a big revenge and it's all thanks to her." The man smiled and said, "I should come and thank you."

yes."

After saying that, he coughed heavily again.

Men no longer have the energy to care about entertainment tabloids, so they can only meet their benefactors without knowing them.

The assistant looked worried, but he was not surprised and handed him the medicine he brought with him.

After the man took the medicine, he finally stopped coughing. Due to his excitement, his pale and colorless lips became rosier and looked more human.

"Go back! You still have to go back now." The man waved his hands and said in a cold tone.

The assistant pushed him away silently.

At this time, Lu Xi looked back and did not see the man's face, only the destiny line that had been tampered with and plundered on the man's body.

A sweet date turned into a thrilling adventure. Topics related to Deer Creek, Wax Museum, Huo Dongling, and "Sweet House" have been on Weibo hot searches one after another.

Hou Guotai, the chief director, was angry and laughing. He was in love with Zong, but not in sweet love. He was almost competing with the fearful Zong next door.

But looking at the number of people in the live broadcast room, the rising trend has not changed. The popularity is getting higher and higher, which means that the commercial value that "Sweet House" can realize is also getting higher and higher.

Now, several sponsors are already in contact with the assistant director.

After all, he was more happy than depressed, and Hou Guotai smiled.

But at this moment, there is a family that cannot laugh.

Lu Xi and others had just left the wax museum when they were stopped by a group of three people and a family of three.

"Master Lu, could you please take a moment to speak?" the middle-aged man said cautiously and respectfully.

Huo Dongling, who was standing next to Luxi, said in surprise: "Uncle, aunt, why are you here?"

Everyone who came was her acquaintance.

The two people she calls uncle and aunt are Yin Yi's parents.

The Yin family and the Huo family are both wealthy families, and people from the same circle never see each other when they look up.

Even if Huo Dongling and Yin Yi don't deal with each other, they are just playing house between the younger generations. For the older generation, the cooperation that should be cooperated will not be affected by the conflicts between the younger generations.

Huo Dongling had followed her parents to attend gatherings of the Yin family several times, and so had Yin Yi.

"Dong Ling is here too." Mother Yin greeted with a smile, "Looks like she's become a lot more sensible. She's really grown up. Unlike my Yin Yi, who only grows tall but doesn't have a brain." As she said this, she poked at the iron.

Yin Yi's head.

Look at other people's children, they can make friends with a big boss even if they appear on any variety show.

What about your own?
To be continued...